A/N: Here we go. :) These are the interludes that used to follow the end of chapters in One Bad Week. I moved them to their own story because I can always think of a little something to write about, instead of an entire story, so I have more ideas than I do chapters left of OBW. This is the interlude meant for Chapter 19. I'll start adding in previous chapter's interludes later, along with some new ones until I run out of ideas, I suppose. You'll see why I ended up doing this. Sometimes these ideas take on a life of their own. ^_^ Enjoy!

Edit 06/03/09 for spelling errors.

Interludes

Track One: Where I Sleep

"Holy shit!"

Shuichi huddled on the end of the couch, eyes wide, staring at the figure that had just entered the living room.

"Har har." Yuki said, his voice cracking slightly.

The singer watched his lover slowly trudge to the couch and flop down with a graceless thud.

"You look like crap." Shuichi finally declared.

The author sighed. "Whatever. What time is it?"

"About 3:00 am."

"That wasn't so bad." Yuki mused. "I told you it would only take a few hours to finish."

Shuichi smirked. "Saturday morning."

Yuki froze, the unlit cigarette dangled from his bottom lip for a moment before dropping to the floor. "Saturday morning?"

The younger man nodded. "But I did like you told me to, Yuki. I left you alone the entire time."

The novelist didn't say anything, at first, still taking in the fact that he had spent the past 3 days holed up in his study writing. It had been a long time since he managed a marathon like that. Judging the way his body protested every move he made, he figured that was a good thing.

"Here."

Yuki looked up to see Shuichi holding out a plate of food and a beer towards him. Taking both, the blond then realized just how hungry he was.

The younger man huddled back under his blanket at the end of the couch, watching from the corner of his eye as Yuki cleared his plate in record time. Once his lover had finished, Shuichi silently stood up, took the plate and headed for the kitchen.

"You're awfully calm." Yuki stated. "What's wrong?"

Shuichi looked up from the sink with a small smile. "It IS 3:00 am, Yuki. I'm a little tired."

It was then that the blond actually looked at his boyfriend closely. The singer's hair was a mess of tangles, his eyes were dull with small circles lined under each and his body moved in slow, stiff actions. This was not a man who was just 'a little tired'.

A low and sudden cough filled the kitchen then, breaking Yuki out of his thoughts.

"You're not just tired." the novelist said, his eyes narrowing. "You're sick."

"It's just a cold." the singer replied quickly. "Come on. You need some sleep, Yuki."

Yuki huffed slightly, but followed Shuichi as he headed into the bedroom. Walking inside, Yuki noted that the room appeared just as it had when his marathon had begun. Flipping back the covers, there was no sign that anyone had been in here at all the past few days. Shuichi just wasn't that good at cleaning.

"Have you been sleeping on the couch again?"

The singer didn't answer, but the slight pause in his activities was answer enough.

Yuki opened his mouth to say more, but was interrupted by the younger man.

"It doesn't matter, Yuki. You're going to get into bed and fall asleep. You'll sleep like the dead until Monday and by the time you wake up, I'll already be at work. You'll send your book to your editor and a few weeks from now, you'll be back in your study, growling every time I come in the room because you just want to write. So what does it matter where I sleep while you're spending all your time working?"

"You're sick." the novelist stated flatly.

"So?"

Yuki sighed. He really wasn't in the mood for this. Stamping his cigarette out in the ashtray, he knew there was only one thing he could do. Shuichi turned and walked towards him, a pair of Yuki's pajamas in his hand. As soon as he got close enough, Yuki grabbed the singer and picked him up, slinging him over his shoulder.

"Yuki! What the hell are you doing?!" the singer shouted, his voice cracking with the effort.

The blond didn't answer, merely strolled to the bed and deposited the singer on one side. Taking off his shirt and belt and turning off the light, Yuki climbed in next to the younger man and pulled him until Shuichi's head was laying on his chest.

"Shut up and go to sleep."

The room remained silent for a time, the slight wheeze every time Shuichi breathed now evident in the quiet bedroom. Yuki frowned. His body was exhausted, but his mind hadn't quite caught up to that point yet.

"This is your bed, you know."

Shuichi lifted his head up, barely making out an outline of his lover in the dark room.

"Yuki?"

"I don't want you sleeping on that couch when you're sick, got it?"

The singer sat up a bit more, worry etched across his face. "Yuki, what's wrong? You never cared where I slept before."

"Well I care now!" the blond bite out harshly, startling them both. "I'm not him."

The second statement was so quiet, Shuichi almost didn't hear it. He felt a hand across his back urging him to lay back down and the singer slowly returned his head to Yuki's chest.

The another long silence followed, this time broken by Shuichi.

"When did you finish your book, Yuki?"

The author paused before answering, "Awhile ago."

"What have you been doing in there then?" Shuichi asked quietly.

"Writing."

The singer nodded against his chest. He had a feeling he knew what Yuki had been writing about, given the way he was acting.

"Don't listen to me again." Yuki said softly. "If it's taking that long for me to come out, drag me out. I'm too old for this shit."

Shuichi smiled. "Okay, Yuki."

"And no more sleeping on the couch, got it? Especially if you're sick." the author huffed before yawning.

Shuichi turned his head and coughed for a few moments, before wearily laying his head back down.

"Okay, Yuki." he said sleepily. "From now on, this is where I sleep."

He felt his lover 'hmmph' and smiled again.

"Goodnight, Yuki."

A long pause followed and Shuichi closed his eyes, believing the writer to already be asleep.

"Get me sick and you die."

Shuichi's smile widened. "I love you too, Yuki."