bakerstreet | fell asleep on

[ooc: She falls asleep with her shades on more than likely.]

[Well, there's always the black market, but Tony might not be so happy with that.]

I still have some criminal connections, [Gene mutters.] I can ask around, if you want.

[He's trying, okay?]

( can be either the sleeper or the sleep-ee )

[ Tony looks down at his lap and scowls. He stops finger combing Gene's hair. ]

No, Gene. I won't do that.

[ Not just because he's got morals. He's not going to let Gene get dragged back into that world, not for anything. ]

Dad will know where to get it if we can. If we can't, I'll figure out something else.

[ He is a genius after all. ]

[But come oooon, she can use the stove... Not well, but she can.]

Instead of setting his unconscious mind at ease, the comforting gesture only made the nightmare worse. There was only one person he knew who would comfort him like that and the idea that his mother was in the world his dream had created was unfathomable. The whimpers grew into full-on words, pleas of 'no, please, no'. Maybe he should have woken up, but the part of his mind that blamed himself for everything kept him under.

Yet he still clung to Granger as if she were some kind of lifeline.

[ Cameron is highly attuned to all John's movements, right down to his breathing since her existence revolves around him. When she senses that he's beginning to fall asleep she gets ready to bunker down for the night, to go into standby so as to not disturb him until he wakes up. He needs the sleep. She would know, monitoring his stress and fatigue at all times.

When she senses movement and his hand suddenly touching hers, though, the idea of going on standby is put on... well, standby. She's seen Sarah do this with John, holding hands. Sarah usually squeezes his hand, and so Cameron does, too, very lightly. It's meant to be comforting. John was seeking comfort. She emulates Sarah, thumb caressing the pad of his palm, the motion alien to her. ]

Thea glanced down as the movie ended and smiled a little. She remembered the days when she'd been the one falling asleep in his lap. He'd lift her up and bring her back to her room and the only thing she'd remember about the experience was the soft murmur of a 'goodnight, Speedy' as he left the room. Of course, she wasn't twelve anymore and this time it was him who'd fallen asleep.

She ran her fingers gently through his hair. It wasn't as if she could lift him up and bring him back to his room, either. He was definitely a little too heavy for her.

She flicked through the channels and continued stroking his hair. She'd have to remember to tease him later about becoming an old man if he went to sleep this early.

[It was late and the Inquisition had been busy fighting demons for what felt like most of the day, doing as much as they could to get the situation under control and close the rifts that had been opening up all over the land. Meallan hoped that Solas was right about the artifacts they'd found being able to stop more rifts opening, because if this had to be a regular task he was fairly certain he'd die from exhaustion before they managed to close the breach.

As such, they were all relaxing around the campfire, most of the group too tired for too much conversation, when there was the sound of someone approaching. Immediately Meallan rose to his feet, a spell ready in case it was more trouble to cap off the long day, but his eyes widened and the spell faded as he recognised the face of the intruder.]

Lilwyn? Is that really you?

You burn things. [Winry scolds gently.]

You can fetch something out of the icebox. Something easy. Like eggs.

Lethallin.

[The relief in her voice was apparent. She'd been prepared if she was wrong. If these proved to be the bandits she'd seen further northeast or the like, she was fairly certain she could at least pin several and make her escape.

But it was Meallan.

She was in the right place and among someone who was at least a clanmate, if not a friend. She wasn't sure what he really considered her. What most of the clan really thought of her. But she could breathe. The worst that would happen now was her being sent away.]

I thought, perhaps, the 'Herald of Andraste' might have need of a hunter.

Damn Hermione swore to herself. Somehow she had made things worse. And despite their rocky past, it broke her heart to see him like this. She bit her bottom lip when his whimpers became soft little pleas.

And he clung so tight to her.

"Malfoy." She didn't want to cause a scene. Didn't think it would be proper for anyone else to see him so vulnerable. She had to do something.

So she slapped him. Something that would at least remind him who he was with.

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[ Turning her head to nuzzle at his hair, her fingertips play under his own in tickling circles, brushing along the inside of his palm as they doze in their own cozy world. ]

Sorry I woke you up.

They were in the library. Hermione and Harry were going through book after book, spell after spell. And despite her love for the written word and discovering new things, eventually the hour got late and it was harder and harder for her to keep her eyes open.

She leaned back for a moment, just to close her eyes. And had leaned on his shoulder since he was so close. So convenient.

[When she does that, his eyes open and he looks up at her, but doesn't move much. He holds her hand, then, his fingers curling around hers. She may be emulating Sarah, but John isn't holding her hand the way he holds his mom's.]

Hey.

[He sits up just a bit.]

I'm not sleeping.

[He's only mostly sleeping.]

[Aww, Tony, why'd you stop?

And besides, it's not getting dragged back in if he goes back of his own free will. He wants to help.]

Okay, [he says, sounding indifferent and closing his eyes.] If you're sure.

[The word brought a smile to his face, Meallan missing the sound of elven more than he'd thought now that he was surrounded by shemlen and the like most of the time, and he ushered Lilwyn towards the fire as well, picking a spot a little further away so that they could speak a little more privately.]

I could never turn away a member of my clan. [Even if she was a little... intense to have to deal with at times, Meallan didn't dislike her. He found it generally better to keep out of her way, just to be safe, but otherwise he smiled and joked as much as he did with anyone, even flirted occasionally if he could get away with it, though it was rarely entirely serious.]

Did the Keeper send you? How are they doing? I heard there were problems...

The ministry event was boring, Draco had to admit. It was even more unbearable because they were honoring a group of people, which meant long, officious speeches from people Draco didn't care about at all. But it was something he had to do if anyone was going to believe that he thought he'd been in the wrong during the war.

He was already trying to keep from yawning himself when someone sat down next to him. He didn't bother to look over because then he'd have to be polite and make introductions and whoever it was speaking would turn and stare at him for interrupting, never mind that everyone around him was making those same quiet introductions.

But then he felt the head hit his shoulder and it became less about politeness and more about making sure the bloody person next to him didn't nod off like Draco wanted to. He looked over and was about to say something when he realized who it was who'd used him as a makeshift pillow and his mouth hung open.

Fuck.

Harry Potter was sitting there, looking as exhausted as Draco felt, and asleep on his shoulder. The realization of something he'd suspected crystallized. The universe hated him.

"Wake up," he muttered under his breath, poking Potter a little. There was no way he was going to get in trouble for Potter falling asleep.

No, not particularly! It takes a lot for him to wear out but he could still pass out on somebody haha.

He gasped at the slap, going into motion before his mind caught up to the rest of him. He stumbled to his feet and then dropped to his knees as he lost his balance. He turned and scrambled back to the other side of the car and only then did he realize what had happened.

He pressed a hand to his cheek and stared at her.

"You were the one sleeping on me!" he protested, unaware that his nightmare had been the reason she'd slapped him.

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