Author's Note: I just finished up on my finals and I moved back home today. Does anyone know what that means? Faster Updates! Yay! I'll probably start updating every three days. I'm also working on a sequel to this story, but it isn't flowing as well as this one, so we'll see how that goes.

Chapter 4: Roommates are the Best

"I expect you to have those autopsy reports reviewed and your observations sent to my PADD by 0900 hours tomorrow. Class dismissed."

Leonard packs up his PADD and leaves the class. Although alien autopsy was an interesting concept, the busy work was hell. He wasn't as young as he once was, and these night classes were harder to concentrate in than in his previous experience. He walks across campus briskly, it was getting late and he has to start on this homework right away. What a pain in the ass, he has more important things to do than reviewing an autopsy report, like sleeping.

Some people are hanging out in the halls: chatting, playing games, screaming and running around. Thankfully it was relatively quiet down the hall where his room was. Relief starts flooding into the doctor. He could finally relax, kick off his shoes, and change into something slightly more comfortable. He enters his code, already tasting the coffee on his tongue, and enters into the dark room. The lights turn on, as they usually do when someone walks in, and McCoy stops short and curses how much the universe hates him.

There was a feminine scream; the young lady was trying to hide underneath the covers and his roommate. Both of their bodies were slick with sweat and completely naked. Leonard wants to gouge out his eyes and scrub his brain until there was nothing left. It was one thing having sex with someone; it was entirely different when you walk in on a couple in the process of sex. Especially a roommate whom he never talks to or associates with at all.

Kyle turns around, "Can't you read the sign, McCoy? The rooms occupied for the night. Get the hell out of here now!"

Leonard steps back and the door slides shut, the lock initiates. There on the door was a sign, 'McCoy – room occupied for the rest of the night, later. –Kyle'. A vein in his forehead throbs, he was almost tempted to override the lock and kick those two out in the hall. But then the exhaustion hit him, and there wasn't any fight left. So he treks back down the hall and into the dorm lounge room where everyone else was hanging out, it was loud and busy, but it was going to be his bed for the night.

McCoy stakes out the couch he wants and shoves a couple, who were making out, off the end of it. They yelp and complain, but the doctor gives them a glare and they shut up and move to a different couch. Well, it looks like he would get his homework done on time. Shifting until he finds the most comfortable spot he could, McCoy takes out his PADD and brings up the autopsy reports. He pushes the din of noise all around him to the back of his head as he concentrates and takes notes.

By the time all reports are reviewed and his observations were sent to his professor, the lounge was empty and blessedly silent. The lights in the halls had all been dimmed to 5%. It was one in the morning. Leonard sighs and rubs his eyeballs. He stands up and stretches before walking around a little. Sleeping on the couch was going to kill his back and probably put a kink in his neck. But he was so tired.

He settles down, his feet hanging over the edge. Every few seconds he would shift, there just wasn't a comfortable spot anywhere. Finally he forces himself to be still. His eyes are becoming unfocused and his lids are drooping down. One last thought flits through his consciousness, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. He sure hopes Jim doesn't chose tonight to make his nightly visit.

Sorry it's short! See ya'll in three days!