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Spock had never picked up a hitchhiker in his life and he wasn’t about to start. Or so he thought.

It was pouring rain and he was driving his hover car on the way back to San Francisco from a smaller city outside of it where he had been visiting a friend.

Well, it had been a booty call. If he were honest and Spock always was. But that friend was leaving Earth tomorrow and Spock would not see him again.

He saw a figure of a male walking by the side of the road in the rain with his head down and huddled into a barely acceptable coat. The road was desolate and there were no other cars around, so Spock wasn’t sure where the man had come from, but he found himself slowing down, though he felt foolish doing so.

He pressed the button that would roll down the window but he kept his thumb near so he could easily raise it again if need be. It was phaser proof.

“Do you require assistance?” Spock asked.

The man lifted his head and Spock spotted the bluest of eyes. His face was wet, but for some reason it didn’t seem like it all came from the rain. The eyes were red rimmed.

“Thank God,” he said. “I thought no one would ever help me. I need to get to San Francisco. My bike broke down miles ago. I’ve been walking ever since.”

And Spock recognized him then. Pike had spoken of him and Spock had done his research after he learned about him.

Spock made a decision. “Get in.”

He saw the gratitude in the man’s face as he quickly got in the passenger side next to Spock.

“Jim Kirk.”

“Spock. I know who you are.”

“You do?”

“Yes. Captain Pike has told me about you and…we are roommates.”

Kirk stared at him as Spock began to drive toward San Francisco. “Wow. You-you’re the Vulcan everyone was talking about. You’re at the Academy?”

“I will be when the semester begins. And yes…I am.”

“And we have the same dorm?”

“Evidently.”

Kirk smiled. “My luck is improving. Thank you. For picking me up. I was getting pretty despondent thinking I’d never find civilization.”

“You are welcome.” Spock nodded. “And as it happens, we are quite literally, going to the same place.”

Jim leaned back a little in the seat, closed his eyes, and smiled. Then he opened them as Spock got nearer to the city.

Jim leaned forward in excitement. “Are you hungry? I’m hungry!”

Spock’s lips twitched. “I could eat.”

“Pull over there! There’s a restaurant.”

And Spock did. This seemed clearly to be the beginning of something. He simply did not know what.