Mine
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"Grif."
"Mmmfrffrmmm."
"Grif, wake up."
Grif tried desperately to ignore the shaking. The dream he had been having was awesome and he wanted to stay there, but the shaking was insistent, and the voice urgent, and he finally cracked his eyes open. "Whaddya want?"
"Grif, I... I need to ask you something."
"This can't wait till I'm awake?" Grif said with a growl, turning over and pulling the covers back over his head.
"No, Grif, please, this is important. I need to know."
Grif sighed. "Fiiine, whatever." He turned back over and stared at Simmons, whose face was drawn with worry.
"Are... were you really the one who too my credit cards?"
Grif stared at him for a minute before he realized what Simmons was asking, then he chuckled. "Of course not."
"Then why did you say that?" Simmons asked, a little irritated.
"To get back at you for my sister."
"What?! Grif! We could have died!"
"I knew we wouldn't."
"How could you have possibly known that!? What if we had, and I'd have died mad at you? What then, huh?"
Grif shrugged, clearly not sharing Simmons's concern over the issue. "Meh, your ghost could haunt mine, then. Then we'd still be together at least." Worked for Blue team, after all.
Simmons glared at him for a minute. "Jackass."
"Kiss-ass."
They both smiled.
"What are you doing up, anyway?" Grif said, still a little irritated that his dream had been interrupted.
"I think that blue guy is up to something over there. I need to find out what it is," Simmons insisted. "What if he's up to something to use against us?"
"Caboose? Dude, you seriously need to take a reality pill," Grif said with a roll of his eyes. "This is Caboose you're talking about. Whatever he's up to, it's probably going to be more to our advantage than anything."
Simmons wasn't convinced. Grif was tired of talking. He grabbed the other and dragged him into bed, curling around him and holding on like Simmons was a life-sized teddy bear. With a few grunts and muffled, mumbled words, Grif settled in and closed his eyes, giving at the very last a little satisfied, "Mine."
Simmons felt a bit like a mouse being 'cuddled' by a cat, but then, he didn't really mind, either. He hummed and closed his eyes. This was definitely better than chasing after Blues.
"Grif."
"Mmmfrffrmmm."
"Grif, wake up."
Grif tried desperately to ignore the shaking. The dream he had been having was awesome and he wanted to stay there, but the shaking was insistent, and the voice urgent, and he finally cracked his eyes open. "Whaddya want?"
"Grif, I... I need to ask you something."
"This can't wait till I'm awake?" Grif said with a growl, turning over and pulling the covers back over his head.
"No, Grif, please, this is important. I need to know."
Grif sighed. "Fiiine, whatever." He turned back over and stared at Simmons, whose face was drawn with worry.
"Are... were you really the one who too my credit cards?"
Grif stared at him for a minute before he realized what Simmons was asking, then he chuckled. "Of course not."
"Then why did you say that?" Simmons asked, a little irritated.
"To get back at you for my sister."
"What?! Grif! We could have died!"
"I knew we wouldn't."
"How could you have possibly known that!? What if we had, and I'd have died mad at you? What then, huh?"
Grif shrugged, clearly not sharing Simmons's concern over the issue. "Meh, your ghost could haunt mine, then. Then we'd still be together at least." Worked for Blue team, after all.
Simmons glared at him for a minute. "Jackass."
"Kiss-ass."
They both smiled.
"What are you doing up, anyway?" Grif said, still a little irritated that his dream had been interrupted.
"I think that blue guy is up to something over there. I need to find out what it is," Simmons insisted. "What if he's up to something to use against us?"
"Caboose? Dude, you seriously need to take a reality pill," Grif said with a roll of his eyes. "This is Caboose you're talking about. Whatever he's up to, it's probably going to be more to our advantage than anything."
Simmons wasn't convinced. Grif was tired of talking. He grabbed the other and dragged him into bed, curling around him and holding on like Simmons was a life-sized teddy bear. With a few grunts and muffled, mumbled words, Grif settled in and closed his eyes, giving at the very last a little satisfied, "Mine."
Simmons felt a bit like a mouse being 'cuddled' by a cat, but then, he didn't really mind, either. He hummed and closed his eyes. This was definitely better than chasing after Blues.