Title: An Underestimation Author: Adam Pairing: PK Rating: PG-13 Archiving: PKelite, PKSP, Tom Paris Dorms, and Elisabeth's site. Series: 1/? Disclaimer: Tom and Harry belong to Paramount. Warnings: None so Far Summary: I'll have another part out tonight, so I'll do one then! Will be beta'd by Ren. As always, the 'Blue Alphas' as they had become known, were all gathered around the resting area just outside the academy grounds. Watching and laughing as the fresh-to-the-academy-cadets walked to and from classes. "Seen anything you like yet Tommy boy?" James, Tom's best friend asked, as they watched the new-years cadets. "Nothing." Tom sighed as he spoke. "I want a challenge. Someone who won't let me have them after a five-minute talk. Someone who can say no!" Tom was stood up now and pacing back and fourth in front of the group. "What about that one?" Doruce nodded to a young man walking casually by. He had a regulation length cut, but his hair was thick and inky black. The moment that Tom laid eyes on the man he knew he wanted him. The young man, even from where they were, was obviously nervous. Probably about his first class Tom thought smugly to himself. A perfect opportunity for an introduction He thought again. With that, and miming the words 'He's mine' to his friends, Tom quickly headed for the broad shouldered, exotic young man.   Harry had seen the group known commonly as the 'Blue Alphas' But to all the quiet cadets, were spoiled, rich brats, who's only talents were been cruel and interfering to others. He, like many cadets had been warned by friends to stay away from them. They could easily get into trouble but unlike them those who they pulled into trouble did not have admirals for parents, who could get them out of it. He felt his heart begin to race as the best known, popular, spoilt, and trouble-causing member of the group approached him. He had a secret crush on this man. Who he'd found out was called Tom, but had been too afraid to go near him, because of his reputation. But seeing this cute guy running towards him caused him look around to see whom he was really approaching. Seeing no one, he kept walking, increasing his speed. "Hey, wait up. I wanna talk to you!" Tom shouted, as he saw his newest goal moving away from him. Not the kind of reaction he was used to. Usually found them heading towards him, or stood still and blushing. He was happy at the surprise already. Harry continued to head away from the most popular guy in the academy who was shouting for him to wait. His feet unfortunately chose that moment to betray him, as he was just about to enter his Dorm-Building. Falling to the ground, he banged his head on the concrete stone, which was there, as part of an art display made by third year cadets. The knock was hard enough to cause blood to run from an open, deep scrape in his head. Suddenly realising why he was on the floor, he blushed crimson, thanking his golden-toned skin for hiding it. But when realising whom was stood above him, he blushed bright enough to show though his protective barrier, causing a smirk from the boisterous pilot. "Hey man," Tom spoke in his 'everyone wants me, and I know it' voice to Harry. "You okay?" He asked, raising his eyebrows in question. "I-I'm fine. T-thanks. I-I just need to g-get to my dorm, and get my head h-healed." Harry cursed his none-working tongue, as he made a complete fool of himself in front of the hottest guy he had seen in his life. "Here," Tom handed out his hand in an offering gesture. "Let me help you up, then I'll help you get your head fixed. I'm training as a field medic as an extra course." Harry took the offered hand. Inwardly sighing at the warmth he felt, but all-to briefly the contact was lost, and Harry brushed himself off. "Thanks for the offer. B-but I think I can manage on my own." Tom just managed to get control of his jaw before it dropped. No one had ever turned down an offer from him. He never usually and to even make them an offer. He couldn't go back to his friends and tell them he was turned down, by at first year cadet at that. "Please, I insist." Tom urged, needing to at least enter the Dorm, and then he could leave through the back. Tom saw, before he even spoke, that Harry was going to say no again, so he did something risky. Leaning forward, he whispered into Harry's ear. "Come on man, please. Just invite me in. If I don't my friends over there," he looked towards the group who, were watching with fascination. ".Will laugh at me for not been able to have you." At first, when Tom began in his sweet voice, and Sapphire eyes, Harry was going to say yes. But by the time Tom had finished, and it had finally registered what Tom had said, he felt the instant reaction to slap Tom. But, Harry was deeply hurt by what Tom had just said. Despite his innocent appearance, he knew how to take care of himself, and even get revenge when he had to. Now was one of those times. So, smiling sweetly at Tom, and inwardly grinning more, when he saw Tom had fallen for it. He grabbed Tom's, warm hand in his own, still feeling overwhelmed by it, and turned Tom around, pulling him towards his group of friends. Tom glanced at Harry, than his friends, as he got closer. "Yes, can we help you?" Jessica, the wealthiest of them all besides Tom, asked. "Yes, you can." Harry continued to smile sweetly. "You see, it seems that Tom here was trying to.how did you put it Tom? Have me?" He slipped slightly, his smile fading, and voice hardening as he spoke the words Tom had said himself. Tom gave Harry an apologetic smile. Knowing when he had gone over the line, and knowing he had hurt this man without thinking. "Yes, can we help you?" Jessica, the wealthiest of them all besides Tom, asked. "Yes, you can." Harry continued to smile sweetly. "You see, it seems that Tom here was trying to.how did you put it Tom? Have me?" He slipped slightly, his smile fading, and voice hardening as he spoke the words Tom had said himself. Tom gave Harry an apologetic smile. Knowing when he had gone over the line, and knowing he had hurt this man without thinking. The girls in the group giggled at Harry's words, excited by how far this 'challenge' was going. "I just came to te." Harry paused, grabbing his head in pain. Must have hit my head harder than I thought Harry thought. He hid the pain, quickly putting his hand down, and resumed speaking. Tom watched as Harry embarrassed him, but could see that the young man was in pain. He felt terrible for that, and was about to suggest Harry go get his head sorted out, when he heard Harry's next words. ".Tell you all, that despite this spoilt brats attempts at 'having me'" He once again spat in disgust. "He has not, and will not succeed. So you," Harry spun around and faced Tom dead on. ".And all of your rich, pampered friends can go and torment some other innocent person. You may like going through the academy causing trouble in people's lives, and getting out of trouble by help of your high-ranking parents, but I intend to enjoy my time here, and learn." With that, Harry turned, and left. The group was silent for only moments, when James spoke. "Well-well, Tommy my boy. Seems you picked the wrong life to play with, huh?" "How dare he call me spoilt?" Jessica screeched in annoyance. No one got away with insulting her. As the rest of the group continued to say how much they were going to pay this arrogant cadet back, Tom simply watched Harry's receding steps until he entered the Dorm building. The group continued to rant on until noticing Tom's silence. "Hey Tom." James spoke. "What's up man?" "I want him." Tom said in a longing voice. "What? Want who?" Nick asked, usually the quiet one of the group, but curious at Tom's words. "Harry. I want Harry!" Tom said loud enough for passers by to hear. "You mean that insulting ecurb!" Helen almost snarled. "Uh-huh!" Tom agreed, still staring at the Dorm-doors, where he had last seen Harry. "Well my friends, I never thought I'd live to see the day." James said in awe. "WHAT?" Jessica, Helen, and Susan shouted angrily at the same time. "The hot-shot, who has anyone. Thomas Eugene Paris is smitten!" With those words, all eyes turned to Tom. A mixture of disgust, intrigue passed over their faces.   TBC