Jim sighed, pacing quietly in front of the front door to his new apartment. He had been informed that his new roommate was going to show up today, and he needed to know who it was. After contacting the school, they informed James Kirk that only one other male student within Star Fleet Academy didn't have a dorm, nor a roommate; lucky him. So he had sent an email to the student that hadn't shown up yet. Jim assumed that the missing student was from another country, or perhaps another planet. So, he waited anxiously for a response. And was met with one a few days later. He could still remember the letter as if he had just read it ( of course he had read it countless times himself ).

To: JamesTKirk starfleet .gov

From: Spock starfleet .gov

Subject: RE: Living Quarters

In response to your query about where I will be staying upon my arrival at Star Fleet Academy, I am not certain. I was informed by Headmaster Pike that I would be set in a place to stay upon my arrival; though upon further research I have also found that a majority of the dorms on Campus have become occupied with the amount of new students arriving at Star Fleet Academy.

Your offer to have me stay with you in an apartment outside of the school grounds is logical. By how you have described your grades as well as how you seem to live, I find that it would be a quick and good way to be able to study the lives of Humans. I will not be on Earth until Friday, August Seventh, at 0700. So I will meet you at the address of the specified apartment at 0900. I do not like tardiness, Mr. Kirk. So please be on time.

Sincerely; Spock.

So, here Jim waited. Outside apartment 1701. He had always been told that the Enterprise complex was one of the best in the area. It was a little more expensive, but he didn't mind. He had done some slight research about Spock, though he still wasn't fully sure. He couldn't find much. But what he did find that he was coming from a planet known as Vulcan, which was also the name of the species of humanoids that lived there. Not much was known about Vulcan's, so he couldn't get more than that out of the computer; and like hell would the librarian actually give him the books he wanted after that small mishap with the encyclopedia section.

So he sat, and waited, and wondered. Would he be blue and have scales? Or maybe large horns coming out of his head with red eyes? Maybe he would have multiple limbs that humans didn't have. Or maybe he would be a slug, or some form of mist. Jim pursed his lips in thought, tilting his head to the side as he tried to decipher what he could be. What if he was some animalistic thing? Like… a human dog or something! Jim almost felt a sort of euphoric at the excitement of learning who this mysterious "Spock" was, and what he would look like.

"James Tiberius Kirk?"

Jim paused in his pacing, turning his head to look toward the voice. So this was his roommate? The Vulcan was tall, with dark hair, cut perfectly and not a hair out of line. His ears were pointed, but aside from that, everything about him seemed human. Upon further inspection, Jim could see that his eyebrows were different as well, more pointed. His skin was pale. His eyes were dark, sharp, and made Jim feel as though every inch of him was being judged harshly. He wore a light blue button up, buttoned to the second to top collar, and black slacks, with dress shoes completing his attire. His hands were behind his back, his stance rather refined.

Compared to Jim's disheveled look, he was a perfect person. Jim's hair was roused, messy. It looked as though he had just rolled out of bed. But everyone had told him that "sex hair" looked good on him. His shirt was loose, and ( probably ) dirty. And his jeans were old, warn, faded, and had a few holes in them. Dirty converse completed his own look, and Jim couldn't help but feel he was suddenly underdressed.

"Uh… yea?"

"My name is Spock. I am here to ascertain if this situation would be good for my person or not." Spock's voice was tight, his tone unreadable.

Jim blinked at him, before grinning, and cocked his head to the side, eyes locked, "Course. Come on in."

The two walked to the door, before Jim unlocked it quickly. He explained that Spock should ignore the mess, and he would clean it up soon. He was just busy unpacking still. Spock nodded his ever so slightly in response, before glancing around. He wandered into the living room, his sharp eyes glancing around, taking in every detail of the room from the two small couches, to the mess in the corner where a few boxes lay. He moved into the kitchen, eyes lingering around the area once more. He could see the dirt, and he found the need to clean the stove. He nodded his head lightly in acceptance, before moving out and toward a hallway connected to the living room.

From there he peeked into a room to the left. It was a study, lined with shelves, and a desk in the corner. A couch rested against a window. The shelves were empty, but Spock assumed that was due to the man not being done packing. He turned and continued forward, moving into another room to the right, and found a laundry room, as well as a bathroom. He frowned, eyeing the bathroom slowly. It needed cleaned, but at least it was usable; or he assumed so. He turned, walking back to the room that connected the three other rooms.

"Stairs?" Spock questioned, looking at the steps leading up.

"Yea. It's a two floor apartment. Pretty cool, huh?" Jim said, grinning.

Spock arched his brow, before he turned, and headed up the stairs, and turned to continue moving upward. He stopped on a small landing, glancing from door to door. He started on the right, opening the door to find an empty room. It was spacious, and had a single window facing to the South. Moving to the next door, he pushed it open. His eyes flickered. Another room. This one had two dressers, a bed, two nightstands, and a leather trunk. It was obvious that this one was lived within, by the way the bed was disheveled and the closet door open. He took a step back, turning to the last door, the one to the left, and pushed it open. A bathroom, somewhat spacious with green and cream walls. It was earthy. Spock seemed to enjoy the coloration and fee, despite it being a bathroom.

Spock nodded his head curtly, before turning and walking back down the steps, where Jim was waiting. He locked eyes with the human, before bracing his hands at the small of his back, his head tilted lightly to the side. Jim stared at him as if expecting him to say something, and when he didn't, Jim shifted as if uncertain what was going on. He found himself holding his breath, and shifted quietly from foot to foot. Spock arched his brow, his eyes flickering as Jim moved. He seemed to be trying to figure out what it was that Jim was doing.

"What is wrong, Mr. Kirk?" Spock asked, his eyes locked.

"Um… Do you like it? I mean, I know it's not finished and shit. But it's a nice place, right? It's big and has enough room for both of us and even a study! We could uh.. work out schedules and cleaning routines and stuff.. Ya know? It needs cleaned up; apparently the last tenant didn't take good care of it; which is how I got it so cheap, and-"

"Mr. Kirk, I believe you are rambling due to being nervous. I will assist in cleaning the apartment, as well as move into the unoccupied room. I believe if we stay on a strong, deep cleaning regiment and ensure that my things get here soon, we should be able to have the apartment cleaned up and livable by the beginning of the semester."

"You're aware that school starts on the first of September, right? That's less than a month."

"I am aware, Mr. Kirk. Perhaps we should begin?"

Jim stared at him for several minutes, uncertain about what just happened. But he quickly grinned, and nodded his head. Glancing around, he moved into the kitchen, kneeling down by the sink and opened the cabinet doors. He pulled out several different cleaning supplies; bleach, Clorox wipes, a few rolls of paper towels, and other chemicals. He set them on the granite counter, before glancing at Spock, who stood quietly within the doorway of the kitchen. Looking around, he puffed his cheeks out with air, before locking his gaze on Spock.

"We'll start in here, agreed?"

Spock glanced around for a moment, before nodding his head curtly. He walked over to a bottle of stove cleaner, and a few paper towels, before moving to the stove, and began a deep cleaning of it. He pulled all the burners and drip pans off, and put them in the sink, continuing onward. Jim paused in his cleaning of the floor, broom in hand, and watched his new roommate begin his work. A half smile formed on his features as he leaned against the broom. So this was his new roommate? An alien, yea, but he looked normal honestly. He seemed rather stuck up, and extremely smart; but who was Jim to judge? He chuckled slightly, shook his head, and began to sweep quietly as Spock cleaned the stove.

And thus, their life as roommates began. But what more could come from it?