Your had no idea how you got caught up in this mess. Your best friend's cousin had insisted on going trick-or-treating with her, and of course, she had to bring you along. Grumbling to yourself, you followed the overly eager child, who insisted on running to every single house. You had gone as a Starfleet officer from your favorite TV show, Star Trek. Now you regretted this choice, chilled to the bone by the late October breeze.

"Jeez, I don't see why I had to come!" You complained, shivering.

Your friend laughed, "Relax, running around should warm you up! This is fun!"

"I'm going home." You muttered, "This is not fun."

"One more house, please!" Your friend begged, pleading eyes staring at you. Well, you could never resist those bright eyes. Grudgingly, you agreed.

The small child rung the doorbell, and you prepared yourself, trying not to shiver too hard. You were greeted by a handsome face, wide grin, and bright blue eyes. He was absolutely gorgeous. Gaping, you realized that you had forgotten to say "trick-or-treat". His eyes fell to you, and suddenly you didn't feel so cold.

"You guys look like you could do with some warmth, wanna come in?"

You were just about to furiously deny his offer, when your friend spoke up.

"No thanks, but I think (y/n) would love to stay." She smirked knowingly at you.

You glared at her but shrugged nonchalantly, "Doesn't matter. He could be a murderer for all I know."

"Well, my cousin and I are leaving," She grinned, "You can stay, but don't get murdered!"

You watched you friend leave, and turned to look up at the man, "I guess I'm coming in?"

"I guess so. I'm Jim, Jim Kirk!"

Hopefully, you wouldn't be dying today.