This is also for all those people who wanted more of this fic. I hope that it is too your liking. :P This is pretty much the same thing, except it's from Maine's point of view!

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Agent Maine sighed in annoyance.

His new roommate was supposed to be arriving today, and Maine wasn't looking forward to it at all.

He liked his privacy. He liked being alone.

He may have to work with other agents, but that didn't mean he liked being around them anymore than he had to.

It was nice retreating to his room after a hard day of training and missions to just be alone.

Now it looked as if that was no longer going to be an option. He was going to have to share his precious room with some other agent, a rookie at that.

Hopefully he wouldn't be too much of an annoyance and would leave him the hell alone.

Maine sighed and went off to start his day. He had a training match with Nebraska today.

The training match did not go well to say the least.

It had started out well enough, Nebraska only seemed a little bit nervous about the match. They had been sparring for only a few minutes in which Nebraska surprisingly didn't get ripped to shreds.

"Hey Maine," the agent had said jokingly. "Your technique must be getting a bit sloppy."

With a feral growl Maine lunged at the other freelancer, tackling him to the ground in one swift motion.

'How dare he insult his technique? He was one of the strongest agents! It was why he had been accepted into the project in the first place! His brutish, gorilla strength! This agent had nothing on him!'

Having successfully pinned Nebraska into the ground, Maine then proceeded to try and rip the poor Spartan's arm off.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Nebraska screamed in agony.

It took York, North, and a few other agents to pull him off of Nebraska and end the training session.

Maine growled and stalked out of the room.

After his disastrous training session, Maine decided for the first time to go to the common's area. He would go to his room, but there was the chance that his new roommate was already there, and he just didn't want to deal with 'him' right now.

People seemed surprised that he was in the common's area, but nobody dared question it.

Maine stalked over to a wall and leaned against it. Crossing his arms and closing his eyes, Maine tried to block out the sounds of the other agents.

His was doing a pretty good job of blocking everyone out, when a timid voice called out, "Hey"

Maine turned and stared at a freelancer in grey armor with yellow pads that he had never seen before. Not that he really knew any of the other freelancers well, but he could swear that this one was new.

He stared at the smaller Spartan, who seemed to shrink back a bit from his harsh glare, trying to remember if he'd seen him before.

It turns out there was no need.

"I'm the new agent, Washington, but you can call me Wash. Apparently it's like my new nickname or something. We're going to be sharing a room, because we're roommates and that's what roommates do. I'm your new roommate, don't know if I mentioned that," the freelancer rambled nervously.

It was almost funny how nervous the new Spartan was, but mostly, it was annoying.

Maine rolled his eyes though you couldn't really tell through the helmet. This was the agent that he was going to be stuck with as a roommate? So much for peace and quiet.

Though he supposed it could be worse. It might make his stay at the project seem a bit longer, but at least it would be bearable. Sighing, he reached out and gripped the smaller man's hand to shake it.

The agent, Washington apparently, flinched visibly even through his armor but shook his hand.

"Maine," he said, even though, by the way the rookie was acting, he already knew who he was. He did have quite the reputation.

"Wash," the grey and yellow Spartan repeated. "Friends?" he asked hopefully.

'Friends? What was this? High school?' Maine thought bemused.

"Roommates," he clarified.

With those parting words, he began to walk back towards his room. If his roommate was here, that meant it was safe to go back to his room for the time being.

"I'm gonna have lunch with some of the other agents if you want to come and join us or something." Wash said, apparently still trying to be friendly.

Maine couldn't help it, but he laughed quietly, just a bit.

'So much for leaving me alone,' he thought, though he had a small smile.

"Don't push it," he said as he walked out of the common's area and back towards his room.

The new agent was kinda funny. Maybe he wouldn't be such a bad roommate.