Hey everyone :) This is gonna be a new project that I think is gonna be really good. It follows Bones and fem!Kirk as roommates at the academy, and it starts just a bit after that fateful shuttle ride. Don't worry, I'll still be updating Arranged at the same time as this story. I just couldn't wait any longer to start posting for Snapshots. So, here goes, I hope you guys like it!
-Georgia
"What the—" the man turns around, and stares at me with wide eyes. "You—from the shuttle—no."
"Wait, what? Bones, why do you look so freaked out?"
"No, no, no—what are you doing here? And who's Bones?"
"I'm your roommate."
"Not in my room, you're not."
I tap the side of my leg incessantly and smile like a fox. "Um, sorry to break it to you but...yes, I am."
"I can't be roommates with a woman." His arms are crossed and he huffs, making him look older than he already is.
"According to Starfleet, yeah, you can be."
He points an accusing finger at my chest like a gun. "You said you were rooming with—with—what's her name, the perky brunette."
"I was rooming with the perky brunette. We didn't get on so well."
He grits his teeth. "It's been five. Hours."
"Five hours too long, Bones," I sigh, finally dropping the heavy case that I've been carrying onto the bed that I've now claimed is mine. It's nearest to the door. In case I ever have to run. "Anyway, I told housing I wanted a transfer, and I knew you still had a single room so...I dropped your name. And here I am."
"I could request a different roommate."
Oh, so it's threats he's resorting to? "You could..." I tip my head to the side, leaning it on my fist. "Or, you could stay with me. A roommate who's pretty clean, will always smell good, understands your past..."
"We talked about my past for five minutes."
"I know more than any other roommate you might get. Besides, do you want some smelly jock who brings back girls every night and runs a meth lab in your bathroom?!"
He stares at me like I've grown a second head. I don't blame him.
"Look," I start, getting up to stand in front of him. He's much taller than me, and that honestly bothers me a little. "I'm interesting. And fun. And clean. And I won't run a meth lab in your bathroom." I pause, gathering myself. I bite my lip. "Look, I really don't want to room with another girl, I really don't get along with them. Pleasepleaseplease don't make me go back." My eyes are squeezed tight, but I open one to check for his response.
I hear him sigh. The moment of truth.
"Fine."
"Yes!" I hug him tightly before backing away. "Okay, that won't happen again. But oh my god, I'm so excited. Yes."
He looks tired, and as if he's just seen his future burning down in front of him. "What kind of jar did I just open up," he mumbles under his breath.
I turn around quickly from my closet. "Wanna go get shitfaced?"
The bar is loud, bright, and busy as hell. Just how I like it. A place to get lost, be anonymous—do anything.
Bones doesn't seem to agree as I drag him inside. He looks as if he swallowed a lemon.
"What's wrong?" I bump him playfully, and smirk. "You look awfully sour for somebody who's out on a Friday night, at a great bar, with the most fun person in the universe."
He snorts. "Not my kind of bar."
We step up closer to the counter, and after Bones finishes reciting his painfully boring order of one boring beer, I ask for four shots of the strongest stuff they have. The bartender gives me one on the house because he likes blondes, or at least that's what I could hear over all the noise.
A beautiful girl in cadet reds steps up next to us with a complicated order. She spouts it off quickly, with efficiency, and with a confident air that proves she is unstoppable. Her long, dark ponytail streams over her shoulders like a smooth river. I turn to Bones and gesture towards the girl, trying to egg him on to make a move. After all, he's gotta get back in the game somehow, divorce or not.
Bones looks mortified at what I'm asking, and so I move close to his ear and tell him that I'll even start him off with an introduction to her.
"You're looking fine tonight," I tell her, smirking.
She smiles back like a cat. "Sorry, I don't swing that way, but thanks for the compliment."
"No, actually, my friend wanted to tell you that." I turn to look at Bones, who looks like he's going to be sick from embarrassment, and then I turn back to her. "But I'll agree if I don't say so myself. What's your name?"
"Uhura."
"Nice name." I stare down Bones, giving him 'the look', and trying to get him to do something.
He reaches out a reluctant hand towards her. "Mccoy. Leonard Mccoy."
I smile as they shake hands.
"Well, I'll be seeing you two around, I guess," Uhura says, looking to get herself away from the mildly awkward Bones. "What did you say your name was...?"
"Jamie Kirk."
Uhura smiles and shakes my hand. "I'll be seeing you around then."
As she saunters towards a small group, I turn back to Bones and almost punch him. "She was totally hot! And your speed. She's the intelligent type, right?"
"I don't have a type." He takes a final swig of beer and looks back at me with annoyance.
"Whatever Bones, whatever."
"Would you stop calling me that?"
"Oh hush, you'll warm up to it."
