♙ : Sharing a bed

joasakura:

Two hours and three jumps out of the Citadel, and the Normandy still has another four hours to go at max cruising speed in a race to beat Cerberus to a nameless chunk of rock at the far end of the Terminus.  Joker swears he can push it to two, but Adams has sworn to feed Joker to the drivecore as a human sacrifice if he does that and Ianto is far too tired to deal with that.

And if this dead and forgotten Prothean colony world is NOT laden to the gills with Reaper-killing tech, Ianto is going to feed both Javik AND Liara to the drivecore and as he starts giggling softly and hysterically to himself, he realises he should probably try and take a nap before the inevitable shit hits the fan.

Kaidan is deep in SPECTRE paperwork, some of which is probably Ianto’s, and Vanya is… somewhere. Probably arguing about calibrations with Garrus, but as long as the ship hasn’t exploded, he’s too tired to care.

The room feels too cold and empty in the dark, and despite his exhaustion, he spends too much time staring over at the fish. He’s half in and out of a fitful sleep when the bed suddenly shifts beside him and he cracks an eye open enough to watch Kaidan politely shuffle his boots off before carefully lying down. Ianto grunts happily and makes room.

He doesn’t know how much longer it is, Kaidan’s measured breathing in his ear, and the subsonic tingle of their implants like a welcome white-noise generator, that the bed creaks and the vanguard simply faceplants next to him. Vanya smells like ozone and burnt metal which means the little Russian had probably been inside one of the cannons, trying to fix something Garrus couldn’t reach and he groggily flags it for discussion later. Kaidan mutters something about Form 15-A43 hand half-swats across Ianto’s chest at the newcomer.

The room is no longer cold, or empty, and Ianto crashes into a sleep blessedly free of fire and death.