Jeb/Val many-shot, all in double drabbles, set along their early days.
Don't own, Nathan does by popular consensus, JimmyPats does by money.
College had been carefree in a way that life after wasn't, and they hadn't made the most of it, believing that life would always stay the way it was. Not that college life for either of them was "College Life" for anyone else, because they'd both been underaged freshmen, and underaged habits died hard.
Not that Val had ever really touched alcohol. Not that Jeb really liked the company of lots of half-drunk half-brained women with rather large breasts.
Their idea of late nights were ones spent in the libraries or labs, their drinks were filled with mind altering chemicals of the caffeine kind (although when it got really bad right before Val's Really Important Tests in her fourth year he might have spiked her coffee a few times with healthy doses of the stuff that lurked behind the books on the top shelf).
It wasn't until Jeb's final year that he realised that everyone else in his lab hated him, and that it wasn't because he was ten times more brilliant than them. They were jealous of his relationship with Val, that 'hot vet girl who's a total ice queen'. It was then that he realised what he had.