A/N: This takes place about ¾ of the way through their second year on college. I also have a couple chapters written now, so I'll update periodically over the next few days! Stay tuned and enjoy!

Matt had been out studying in the library on campus. He enjoyed spending time in his room with his roommate but sometimes he just needed to get out. And it didn't have anything to do with said roommate, as he'd had to reassure numerous times.

Sometimes Matt's brain just got too easily sidetracked in a place he knew too well. Obviously, the same room he'd spent most of the year in fell under that qualification. So he'd take off to the library, or find a quiet nook in the student center to spend the rest of his afternoon studying or reading, just to relax.

When he'd left that particular afternoon, the room had been empty and so abnormally quiet. Usually he was used to the steady backdrop of Foggy talking, or clicking away at his computer, when he was gone it was almost eerily silent.

Foggy had mentioned something about needing to do some shopping and had taken off a little earlier in the day, so Matt was expecting Foggy to be back already by the time he arrived to the room.

What he wasn't expecting, however, was the noise of a soft motor and water flowing emanating from the corner by Foggy's bed. The man in question was sitting quietly on his bed, tapping away at his keyboard.

His silence alone would have been a clue, had the noise of whatever was over in the corner not been so apparent. "Foggy what's that?"

"What's what?" Foggy asked innocently, and it made Matt's head turn slightly. If Foggy wasn't telling him what it was there was a chance things could potentially end badly.

"I am blind Foggy, not deaf. Did you honestly think I wouldn't notice the little noise-maker over in the corner? What is it?"

"Heh." Foggy laughed sheepishly, then answered quietly, "It's a fish tank."

"Wait, what? We have a fish now?"

"Well, everything was on sale at the store and I was afraid that if I waited and talked to you about it he'd be gone."

"He?" Matt sighed in defeat, if Foggy had given the fish a pronoun, there was absolutely not chance of returning it. "What's his name?"

"Matt." Foggy grinned devilishly.

"No seriously, what's his name." Matt replied without humor.

"Yeah I figured you wouldn't go for that. His name is Odo!"

Matt's eyebrows crinkled, he was certain he'd heard the name before, he just had to remember where from. "Deep Space Nine?"

"I'm impressed." And Foggy sounded it.

"Please," Matt scoffed, "Star Trek? I've seen all of it. Used to be really into as a kid actually, I liked the idea of other worlds and space travel. It was so cool!"

"No kidding! You can't beat the Original Series but I really enjoyed all the other ones as well!"

"So what does Odo look like?" Matt asked, dropping his backpack and plopping onto the corner of Foggy's bed.

"A fish?" Foggy chuckled at Matt's deflated expression. "I mean, he's kinda small. About this big." Foggy grasped Matt's hand then placed two fingers on his palm about the correct length for the little fish he had in the tank.

Matt nodded, "Okay. What else?"

"Well he's got really long fins, that are kind of aqua. Blueish." Foggy amended at Matt's slightly confused look.

"Ah." Matt nodded.

"And his body is white, and he's got these two little, I guess I don't really know what they're called. They look kind of like antenna but are underneath him. Anyway, those are a reddish color, and the very tips of his tale are the same red. And he's got the cutest little black eyeballs!"

"I gotta say Mr. Nelson, I never pictured you for the fish type."

"Me neither, but then I saw him. I'm telling you Matt, we have a connection."

"Well, as long as he likes me I guess."

Foggy smiled hesitantly, "So you're honestly okay with him?"

"Yeah I suppose, the noise is gonna take a little getting used to but I'm sure I can filter it out into white noise eventually."

"Yes! Ya hear that Odo, you can stay! That's also really good cause I'm not sure if the store gives refunds."

Matt just scoffed in disbelief, walking back over to his bed and flopping down on it in content. Odo, it'd be kind of nice to have another someone to talk to.