A/N: This piece was so much fun. I enjoyed writing this so much. Be gentle, it's been years since I've written and published something.

It was only one week since classes started for the third year cadets at Starfleet Academy, and the courses were already extremely arduous. Leonard sat at the dining table of the small dorm, his bare feet up on the chair next to him, clad in a pair of dark sweatpants and his worn out Ole Miss t-shirt, PADD in hand while a notebook sat to his right, his hand busy scribbling notes as he listened to a virtual lecture.

Jim was in the bathroom, taking a shower after returning from his own classes, smelling of sweat and girly perfume. Leonard was pretty sure the man had philandered with another female cadet before returning to the room, and for the past two years, many of them would show up at their dorm at all hours. It was slightly tiresome watching his roommate mooch around with a different girl every week, but Leonard kept to himself, not needing the same attention as Jim did.

Leonard preferred the quiet evenings with his fatiguing studies and a glass of whiskey to keep him company.

He continued to listen to the virtual instructor, drowning out his thoughts to focus on his task at hand, the course deep into exophysiology of the Cardassian race. He groaned when the door chime rang through the room and carded his fingers through his dark brown hair, hoping the whoever was at the other side of that door would just amble away. He paused the lecture in annoyance when the chime rang again and stood up, stepping to the door and activated the opening sequence.

There stood a female cadet, much to his dismay, with a warm smile on her features as she stared back at him. Bright blue eyes, wild tawny hair pulled back in a high ponytail that fell unruly on her shoulders, natural plump lips that craved to be touched, hands rubbing together in front of her anxiously. She was a slender little thing, barely reaching his shoulders, dressed in her cadet red uniform and knee-high black boots, a sliver of creamy thighs below her skirt catching his eyes as she balanced her weight from one foot to the other. She was insanely pretty, much prettier than any of the other girls he'd seen. He realized she was very much his type while his stomach bottomed out and his throat ran completely dry, but it was a fleeting thought and he pushed the notion away in haste as he regained his common sense. "Somethin' I can help you with?"

"Hello," she announced timidly, a small blush blooming on her cheeks. "Is Jim here?"

Of course she would be at their door asking for Jim.

"Listen, darlin'," he growled as he crossed his arms over his chest, a deep scowl on his face. "I ain't got time for you or all those other girls comin' here askin' for that infant, so why don't you leave and find someone else to pester."

"Excuse me?" she scoffed, her facial features mimicking his own in disdain, the warm smile vanishing in an instant. "Who the hell do you think you are!"

"I'm a doctor, little girl, and I'm tryin' to study."

"For a doctor, you have terrible bedside manners. Didn't they teach you about that in med school?"

Leonard was fuming at this point, his ears burning red, the color creeping down to his neck as he pursed his lips. He waved his hand in dismissal. "Go on now. I need to get back to my studyin'."

He started turning to close the door when she stopped him midway by grabbing his forearm. Her touch was soft but firm, her slender fingers clinging idly on his bare skin, tickling the hairs on his arm. Her eyes burned into his defiantly, her frown even deeper than before. "Excuse me buddy, I'm trying to locate Jim Kirk. My relationship with him is none of your concern, so if he's not here, kindly point me in the right direction."

Leonard froze in place, his heart beating a little faster than normal at her touch, the flutter in his stomach returning in full force. The way she carried herself was not like the others that Jim flaunted around, her head held high with a fire in her icy blue eyes. "You're a persistent little thing, aren't you?"

"I can be as sweet as pie but I can definitely be a real pain in the fucking ass when guys like you get in my way," she said with a sickly sweet tone, a mocking smile forming on her lips.

Whoa.

"Jojo, is that you?" Jim called out from behind Leonard before he could respond to her. In a swift motion, Jim was at his side, his hair damp from his recent shower, clad in an old sweatshirt and shorts, smiling from ear to ear, and he grabbed the girl's hand from Leonard's arm, pulling her to him into a bear hug. She squealed in delight, her arms tight around his shoulders, her feet almost dangling off the floor.

"Please tell me you're not lettin' her in," Leonard groaned as the two walked passed him into the dorm and the door slid closed with a soft hiss. Jim turned to his roommate with the girl in his arms.

"Of course she's coming in," he laughed. "Bones, I would like for you to meet my twin, Jordan. Jojo, this is Leonard McCoy, my roommate and best friend."

"I thought I was your best friend, you dumbass," she mused as she elbowed Jim in the ribs. Jim feigned injury as he rubbed his chest.

"Of course you're my best friend, sis. You don't have to bruise me with that elbow made of steel."

Leonard stared at the two blankly for a mere moment, his mind rushing rapidly from the onslaught of information that was given, and it clicked in him like a snap of fingers, watching the two interact.

Leonard turned his attention to Jordan. "You're his damn sister? Why didn't you say that in the first place?"

"Since we're playing twenty questions, what kind of nickname is Bones?"

Damn. She was just as good as him with the snappy responses, he surmised. Her eyebrow arched quizzically as she roamed around the small room, stopping by the dining table to lean against.

Leonard pursed his lips. "You two don't even look that much alike."

"As a doctor, I'm surprised you're not aware of the term 'dizygotic twins'," Jordan said with a hint of sarcasm in her tone, tilting her head to the side, exposing the creamy skin of her neck that was discreetly hidden by the locks of her wavy hair, her eyes roaming to his shirt. "What exactly did they teach you at Ole Miss, Doctor McCoy?"

God damn it. Fraternal twins. Where the hell was his head at?

It made sense, looking from one to the other. Both had the same bright blue eyes, same rounded nose, same smile, but at the same time, she was much shorter than Jim, at least by six inches, her light brown hair contrasting Jim's blonde locks, her face slightly slimmer than his.

She was definitely Jim Kirk's little sister, and one thing that Leonard agreed on was that if one Kirk would give trouble, two Kirks in the same zip code would be even worse.

"You never even mentioned that you had a sister, Jim. She's just as bad as your infantile ass. I have to deal with two of you?"

"Oh, come on Bones, she's the sensible one in my family," Jim laughed as he slapped Leonard on his shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows. "And you're in luck. She's part of the medical program here in the Academy and in her third year like us."

Leonard stared at Jordan for a moment before he saw it, the rod of Asclepius neatly pinned to the collar of her uniform, the tiny silver broach glimmering in the artificial light. Jordan straightened, her eyes jumping from Leonard to Jim and back to Leonard, her hands clasping together behind her as the man continued regarding her in scrutiny, his hazel eyes hard and dubious.

"University of Iowa, 'Carver College of Medicine'. I graduated in the top tenth percentile of my class," she explained as if understanding his stare, her chin raising up an inch in assertiveness. "I majored in general medicine but my main focus is field medicine and trauma surgery, and I took some courses in psychology but not enough to minor in it."

Leonard raised his eyebrows. "That's quite an accomplishment little lady, but you're a bit young to be finished with med school."

"And if memory serves me right, you're a little old to be in the Academy."

What in the ever lovin'…

"I am not old, damn it." Leonard turned to Jim in displeasure. "What the hell have you been sayin' about me?"

Jim only laughed as his response and shook his head.

"I was fast-tracked through high school and started my studies on a full scholarship at sixteen," she stated as she looked at his notes on the table, "so yeah, I may be a little young to be a surgeon, but doesn't make me any less qualified."

She was surprising him each moment she spoke, but it vexed him more that it intrigued him to just hear her speak. Her voice was calm, very soothing, even though she was irritated with his questions by the look on her face.

"Why haven't I seen you around the Academy?"

"We've never had any courses together," she said matter-of-factly with a small shrug of her shoulders, and sat down on the chair where Leonard was seated before her arrival. She crossed one leg over the other, the skirt of her uniform riding up to her mid-thighs, and it caught Leonard's attention. He subconsciously swallowed, his hands balling into tight fists and averted his eyes. She continued, "but given that I'm starting clinical rotation this year, we're bound to bump into each other."

"She's a hermit, Bones. She's always with her nose in a textbook studying, and I've begged her since day one to come and meet you given that you two have common ground in the medical field," Jim chipped in, throwing himself on his bed with a plopping sound and crossed his arms behind his head. Leonard crossed his own arms over his chest and frowned once more. "Hell, this is the first time in almost eight months since I last saw her."

Jordan rolled her eyes at Jim and turned to Leonard. "You know, I had this idea about you when Jim said you were from the South. A southern gentleman. I thought southern gentlemen were all about southern hospitality and whatnot. Guess I was wrong." She stood from her seat and took a step closer towards Leonard, her blue eyes challenging as a mocking smile molded on her lips. "I've just met Oscar the Grouch."

Leonard's ears burned bright red as he pursed his lips tightly, his own hazel eyes blazing. "Hey! I'm not-"

"Don't worry Oscar, I won't be bothering you," Jordan cut him off, her hands on either side of her hips in defiance, a deep frown replacing the smirk on her face. "I don't plan to be in your presence too much. If I am, it'll only be because of my brother."

"Come on guys. Can't we all just get along?" Jim laughed as Leonard muttered under his breath and stomp away, his footfalls heavy and angry, and he hid in the bathroom, the door hissing shut behind him. He leaned against the door, running a hand down his face, taking a deep breath, then a second breath and a third. She was unnerving, sarcastic and witty, very witty. Very beautiful. Very much his type of gal.

He harrumphed loudly in the solitude of the small room when he heard the soft voices from outside the door.

"You should've warned me about how irascible your roommate is, Jimmy."

"Damn it, don't call me Jimmy."

Leonard sighed, the lecture he was supposed to finish was completely forgotten, his mind occupied with the image of the woman on the other side of the door.

Trouble.

The two Kirks would be trouble, but, out of the two, Jordan Kirk would definitely be even bigger trouble.