When on a ship like the Normandy, schedules were important. Work schedules, shower schedules, laundry schedules, sleep schedules.
Today was Trick's laundry day. With everything going on, he forgot to gather his laundry before hand, so now he was trying to get everything together so he wouldn't be stuck trying to hand wash his shirts and underwear. Again. Last time nothing dried right and he was stuck with damp underwear.
He was halfway under his bed getting stray socks when he heard the door to his cabin open.
"Whoever is there, I'll be with you in a minute!" Trick yelled.
"Take your time, I am really liking the view," Trick heard Kaidan say. Of course it was Kaidan. Everyone else knocked. Or waited to be invited up. Kaidan didn't have to.
"Glad you like it," Trick said trying to slide back out. "Uh-oh..."
"Problems?" Kaidan asked. His voice was closer.
"Um... no... Just..." Trick said wiggling around. His shirt was caught on something. And that something was poking into his back.
"I'm liking the wiggling."
"Glad I can still amuse you," Trick grumbled.
Commander Shepard, Hero of the Skyllian Blitz, Hero of the Citadel, Destroyer of the Collectors, the man who was supposed to save the entire galaxy from Reapers, was stuck under his bed.
"Are you stuck?" Kaidan asked.
"No. No... Could you take my laundry down for me? I'll be there in a minute," Trick said sliding the socks he found out from under the bed.
"So, you're not stuck?" Kaidan asked. Trick could see the other man's arm picking up the socks and watched his feet walk towards where Trick kept the laundry bag.
"Nope... Just... Cleaning."
"Okay," Kaidan said. Trick could hear the smile.
Finally Trick heard the cabin door open and close.
Now, to get out from under this bed.
He could just break the bed. Maybe. He wondered how long it would take to get a new bed. He'd ask EDI but she would just tell Joker and then who knows what would happen with the information that Trick needed a new bed.
Last resort, he was going to break the bed. If he could. The damn thing was made of strong metal and welded to the floor of the cabin. He would just do a simple biotic lift on the bed, but he couldn't get into a good position to use his biotics. Plus, he wasn't sure that the floor wouldn't try to come along, the welding job looked pretty strong.
He dropped his head to the floor with a small thump.
"Still cleaning?" Trick heard Kaidan say. He didn't even hear the door.
"No," Trick replied.
"Stuck?"
"Yeah."
"Need some help?"
"I'll get out."
"Okay."
Trick heard Kaidan sit on the couch.
This was embarrassing.
Trick started wiggling again.
He heard a rip. Damn. This was his only clean shirt.
It took him another minute to finally get out. The shirt was a total loss with a rip from neck to hem. Trick also felt some pain on his back but shrugged it off.
"You were almost defeated by a bed," Kaidan said.
"Shut up," Trick said pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it into a corner.
"You have a huge scratch on your back. It's bleeding. Come here," Kaidan said pushing Trick to sit down on the edge of the bed.
Kaidan hummed as he put some medi-gel on Trick's back.
"It was pretty cute seeing you stuck like that," Kaidan said.
"Next time, you can get the socks out from under the bed," Trick mumbled trying not to blush, but failing.