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Sex Thru The Ages, 9/01

Class held two ~~hot~~ teachers when everyone arrived. One was perfectly at ease with the subject matter, the other...

Not so much.

"Welcome to Sex Through The Ages, class," Jim said, far too happy with it all. Maybe to make up for his co-teacher's attitude.

Algren's attitude was just fine, thank you very much. The faint frown on his lips and the fact that his arms were crossed over his chest and the slight glare at the somewhat... questionable ... somewhat "feminine" arrangement of the desks in the room was testimony to just how fine he was doing.

"This semester's course isn't expressly about teaching you the act of." Algren seriously taught high-schoolers just for the sake of disappointing them. That much was clear. "Our focus will be more on courting rituals and beliefs centred around intercourse, instead. An anthropology course of sorts, if you will."

That would be because he had no idea to have any sort of fun with the class presented to him. Unlike Jim. "Stretching from cavemen on to the 23rd century."

"In prehistoric times," Algren said, casting a wary glance at Jim before shaking his head and pressing on with the lecture, "it wasn't uncommon for men to invade neighbouring tribes to steal away their woman to make wives out of them. It wasn't so much a courtship as it was an ancient version of possession being nine-tenths of the law. Of course, the aforementioned neighbouring tribes weren't terribly thrilled with this, and so often the 'newlyweds' would have to go into hiding to avoid the catch of the day being snatched away."

"Which is just charming, and only slightly how we do it these days," Jim added with a smirk. "Just consider a nice--" Space ship. "--car the club and you have the updated version. But today we thought it would be fun for you to try out this method the old way."

That would be why there was a nice pile of foam bats waiting for the students to use.

"Introductions," Algren said, allowing himself a moment to look amused in spite of himself. "Name, class, where you'd run off to after stealing your prize away from the neighbouring tribe. And then pick up a bat, pair off, and practise your courting technique."

Teaching jobs on this island seriously existed for the sole purpose of entertaining the teachers, and fie upon any who ever dared suggest otherwise.

[OCD is up! Have at thee!]

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Bones wasn't even going to ask why Jim's idea of teaching always seemed to involve foam bats of some kind. The answer would probably just cause him to facepalm.

But, whatever, he'd hit people if he had to. It's not like he didn't get great enjoyment out of hitting Jim the last time.

Bones was the first person Alex saw so Alex thwapped his shoulder with the foam bat. That was kinda fun.

Bones has no qualms about hitting a kid, especially one that hit him first. So he didn't feel bad at all when he reached over to hit Alex over the head in revenge.

It didn't hurt, of course, but getting hit in retaliation just made Alex swing the foam bat harder at Bones, aiming for the side of his head now.

Bones didn't so much duck as much as stumble out of the way to avoid getting hit. He wasn't really what you'd call a graceful fighter.

"Was that luck or...luck?" Alex asked, pissed because he'd missed but grinning because he'd gotten to see the other guy stumble.

"Does it matter? Point is I didn't get hit," Bones said with a slight smirk.

Ah, yes, the James T. Kirk "Doesn't matter how I do it so long as I don't die" method of fighting.

Well, Alex couldn't really argue with that. About all he could do was take another swing at Bones and his big head and hope he had better luck this time.

His head was no big. Ignore the fact that the hit totally connected. That...kind of ticked him off. So, naturally, Bones retaliated with a swing at Alex's side.

Alex tried to twist away but he still took the foam bat into the side. Sure, didn't hurt but he wanted to be the one connecting so he swung for Bones' head harder than he had before.

Bones managed to lift up his arm to block the shot. "Gettin' a little violent, aren't you, kid?"

"Well, I'm supposed to be incapacitating you enough to bring you back to my cave," he said, swinging the bat around. "And quit calling me kid."

Alex was a kid in Bones' eyes but he'd go ahead and not push him any more than he already had. "I'm flattered but I don't think you should really be rendering me unconscious."

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Emma had no idea why they were using foam bats either, although she could always just look in the professors' heads and check, if she wasn't so lazy.

Regardless, she was finding the whole thing vastly amusing as she and her ~~permissively modded~~ compatriot swooped down on him. "Defend yourself, McCoy!"

Karla grinned, and took up an offensive position to Emma's left. "Or we'll knocking you on the head and it'll be back to the cave with you!"

Karla's cavemen sounded like pirates. Shut up. She didn't actually know what cavemen were, and her experience with pirates came from ~~trashy romance~~ novels from Kaeleer.

Bones grinned. "Two on one is hardly fair."

"Are you saying you can't take a pair of girls?" Emma taunted, twirling her bat as she grinned at him. "Come on, then, show us what you've got."

~~Dammit, Emma, he's a doctor not a swordsman!~~

Karla did her best to look completely innocent and harmless.

...She should probably work on that some.

"Unless you'd rather give up now, and where's the fun in that?" she purred.

"Normally I would be against hitting girls but since you're so insistent upon it..." Bones moved to whack Emma on the arm first, being as he actually knew her.

Because it would be impolite to hit a stranger or something.

Emma laughed, swinging her own bat at his hip. "You'll have to hit me harder than that," she teased. "I'm not some delicate little flower."

Karla, who clearly had no compunctions against hitting or ganging up on strangers, glided over to McCoy's side on almost silent feet. "This flower has thorns," she said, swinging her bat at him.

The hits connected and Bones chuckled a little. "I never doubted for a minute that you two couldn't take care of yourselves."

This time Bones aimed to hit Karla in the side, still being light on the force. You couldn't take the Southern gentleman out of the boy.

"Don't be too mean, we want him in one piece for our theoretical cave," Emma chided, trying to bop Karla on the head again. Hey, no one said she had to only hit him.

"My manners are lacking. Karla, this is my roommate, McCoy. McCoy, Karla the Unholy Terror." There. Now she could try and hit both of them again, just to be contrary.

"I didn't swing hard!" Karla protested, ducking out of the way of that bop. Not fast enough and it tagged her on the shoulder. "Didn't mean to, anyway," she added with a contrite smile at McCoy.

While swinging at Emma, of course. What? She was contrary.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, McCoy. Especially if we plan to drag you back to the cave,"

"Liksewise, Karla," Bones said, grinning at her. "But I should warn you two that I won't be dragged to your cave that easily."

No, if they wanted easy they should have probably tried to hit the teacher.