General Warning: Swearing, drug references, complete and utter butchery of medical understanding.
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*Prologue*
"Who are you?" Jim asked, seated and leaning against the park tree he was planning on sleeping under. The closest street lamp did nothing but cast the stranger's face is shadows. Jim tried to look nonchalant, but was tensed and ready to grab his few possessions and flee if a threat arose. It was far too late to be getting in a fight, and besides, the seventeen-year-old knew better than to go up against someone stronger than him... at least when he had the disadvantage.
The form shifted in surprise, and moved a bit closer. The face could now be seen of a boy not much older than Jim himself. "Pardon," an emotionless voice intoned. "I was not aware you were there."
Jim's instincts were fired up, but switched from telling him that the stranger was not a threat as first perceived. He grinned up, crossing his arms over his chest as most of the tension left his body. "What are you doing out in the park at this time of night?" The other boy's clothes seemed nice in the dim light, his chin stubbled in a way that could be seen as fashionable, the exact opposite of Jim's used and stained tee and juvenile patches of uncared for facial hair.
"I presume the same reason you are here," the other teen adjusted the bag that was hanging over his shoulder.
Both Jim's eyebrows went up. "No way, you squatting?"
"Quite," a single eyebrow rose in answer. "Do you know of a good location?"
"New to the streets, eh?" Jim asked, nose crinkling, feeling sympathy.
"This is only my third night," the stranger admitted after a pause. "What about you?"
"Oh, been a month for me now," Jim liked this honest human contact, he hadn't had any in ages. Panhandling wasn't a good way to get that, that was something he was sure. "I don't mind if you want to crash on the other side of this tree, if you like? Its pretty late to go wandering around more."
"That would be greatly appreciated," the stranger moved closer, his face closed but in an honest kind of way. Not like he was hiding anything from the world, just as though he didn't know how to express himself. After settling his stuff so that there was a tree between them, the warm spring air plucking at its leaves, the boy came around again and held out his hand. "My name is Spock."
Jim stood up, a little thought in his mind telling him that this was an important moment. "Jim," took the offered hand, smile genuine. "Nice to meet you."