Late Nights
Title: Late Nights
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/8. Insomniac
Character/Pairing: Bruce Jameson, Becca Altman-Kaplan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 307
Summary: It’s the middle of the night, and all’s well. At least, in theory.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Miiiine~ <3
Bruce was startled to find Becca sitting in the Avengers Tower communal kitchen, nursing a cup of something that smelled strongly spicy and alien. Probably something Jeff had sent her in one of his infrequent care packages. “Trouble in paradise?” he asked, only half teasing.
“Everything’s fine. Except the tower security cameras tell me someone,” she gave Bruce a pointed look, “has been running about at all hours of the night for the past six months.”
Bruce paused, then reached for a coffee cup dangling from one of several hooks. “You’re usually more on top of things than this.”
“I prefer to let Wally handle the emotional stuff. I’m better at hitting things till they stop moving.”
The coffee was piping hot when Bruce poured it - it always was. Hal’s coffee maker was very good at that, and unlike most of his improved kitchen appliances, it didn’t try to take over the world or mate with anyone. “So why are you here?”
“Because Wally thinks it should be me this time. Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“Because I don’t actually need to sleep,” Bruce admitted. He opened his mouth to spill the whole explanation, but Becca had already slipped off her stool and was going for the kitchen door. “Hey!”
“What? You don’t need to sleep. That’s all I needed to know. You’re not having some kind of emotional crisis, or being attacked in your dreams, or anything like that. Right?”
“Yeah,” Bruce admitted. “Nothing like that.”
“Then I’m going back to bed. You may not need to sleep, but I do.”
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/8. Insomniac
Character/Pairing: Bruce Jameson, Becca Altman-Kaplan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 307
Summary: It’s the middle of the night, and all’s well. At least, in theory.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Miiiine~ <3
Bruce was startled to find Becca sitting in the Avengers Tower communal kitchen, nursing a cup of something that smelled strongly spicy and alien. Probably something Jeff had sent her in one of his infrequent care packages. “Trouble in paradise?” he asked, only half teasing.
“Everything’s fine. Except the tower security cameras tell me someone,” she gave Bruce a pointed look, “has been running about at all hours of the night for the past six months.”
Bruce paused, then reached for a coffee cup dangling from one of several hooks. “You’re usually more on top of things than this.”
“I prefer to let Wally handle the emotional stuff. I’m better at hitting things till they stop moving.”
The coffee was piping hot when Bruce poured it - it always was. Hal’s coffee maker was very good at that, and unlike most of his improved kitchen appliances, it didn’t try to take over the world or mate with anyone. “So why are you here?”
“Because Wally thinks it should be me this time. Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“Because I don’t actually need to sleep,” Bruce admitted. He opened his mouth to spill the whole explanation, but Becca had already slipped off her stool and was going for the kitchen door. “Hey!”
“What? You don’t need to sleep. That’s all I needed to know. You’re not having some kind of emotional crisis, or being attacked in your dreams, or anything like that. Right?”
“Yeah,” Bruce admitted. “Nothing like that.”
“Then I’m going back to bed. You may not need to sleep, but I do.”