Schrödinger's Cat
Introductions – Sort of.

Clay Terran. Young man, died in a failed space mission attempt. However, somehow, he ended up… in a strange situation. It was three days after the final successful mission. One story ends – and something different occurs.
If only one person could see you for the rest of your un-life, who would it be?

Apollo was still within the deep tides of sleep, the darkness of mentally induced haze weighing him down. The final remnants of images fled from his mind, some nightmares, some fond memories, many different faces, none that he knew absent.
…*ping*…*ping*…
It was distant, but audible. A quiet siren, designed to remove that burdening weight. Slowly, but surely, the weight lifted, the surroundings starting to familiarise themselves with his skin… cushions, covers, mattress… and yet, there was still a heavy weight holding him down… unfamiliar, in fact. But, as sleep does, Apollo's mind was still addled.
"Damn…"
His right arm was completely slacked… he must have fallen asleep on it in the middle of the night… or something. Slowly, he shifted his body backwards, hoping to remove the pressure – and restore the blood – to his arm.
…*ping*…*ping*…
Trust me; it's annoying when that happens. Alarm blaring, and you can't do anything about it, due to just… awkward sleeping patterns. And since you probably only got into that position from sleeping out late… yeah, rather awkward. Well, at least he could move his elbow now. After a few tugs to try and raise the arm higher, he decided to give up for a few seconds.

So, next thing. Eyes. Most of the weight of dreams was cast away now, so surely it should be possible to open them a little bi –

-Oh. Not what he was expecting. Rather than the edge of the bed in his usual apartment, he saw… cream. Just… cream. As in the colour, not as in the aerated sweet substance often used to garnish puddings, now that really would be disturbing. Actually, on further inspection, was that more or less disturbing than… err… skin?
… Nope… he definitely had his clothes on. Suit and all, actually, must have been a long night yester-

"What the hell!"

…Thank you for interrupting my narration, Apollo. Nonetheless, Apollo definitely showed his disturbance, flailing his arms, including the one that was previously numb, at the unknown assailant.
…And awkwardness level up again, naked figure on the floor…
…Male naked figure on the floor.
… Yep, Apollo definitely had his clothes on. And he sure as hell wasn't hung over; alcohol wasn't his style, give or take the odd exception. As such, now that he had either the rudest or nicest awakening, all depending on your tendencies, he quickly averted his head (displaying his opinion, at least, in the aforementioned issue).
"Ugh… Huh?!"
Out of instinct, Apollo turned his head to the sound from the floor…
"What."
The body on the floor turned his head up towards the other sound.
"…What!"
"What."

Okay, boys, we get the point. At least it's more believable than the Titanic crashing through the wall. Well, a replica of, anyway.
"Why the heck am I naked? Wait no, what…?"
… *ping*…*ping*…
"*Sigh*" An exacerbated, red sleeved hand slammed his hand down on a receiver.
And then rubbed at his eyes.
…Well, brewing the coffee was no longer an issue, at least.
"…Clay?"
Said figure, which was now curled up into a defensive position, looked furtively up at Apollo, almost as if he had regressed to childhood, before averting his eyes to the floor. "But… I remember…"
Apollo touched his fingers to his neck. "…I still have a pulse…"
"Yeah, yeah, very funny…"
"…Yeah, slightly insensitive…"
All of a sudden, a face poked itself around the corner. "…Hey, Apollo… Was that your noise just now?" Ah, that was right… the Wrights were staying with him, weren't they…
It was two nights ago. Poor Trucy, bless her, was trying out one of her new tricks. Somehow, two of the boxes involved ended up scratching against each other… and I mean really scratching. Ended up setting the things alight, and one thing lead to another, and whilst not too much stuff was damaged, you know, small things here and there, and put out easily enough, and it'd all be okay if it weren't for the gas pipe melting. Yeah, yeah, a bit… strange, to say the least, but it's not like strange twists of coincidence before. Hey, maybe it was the universe correcting a long-standing perversion of luck.
…Unless Phoenix was immortal when he fell of that bridge…
…Well, at this point in this morning, anything's possible.

Apollo scratched the back of his head, blushing. "Err… You heard that?"
He looked down towards the mysterious collection of flesh adoring his floor. Clay was jabbing a thumb in Phoenix's direction, confused look on his face. 'What did I miss? He's with you now?' Mouthed, obviously.
"You made a bit of a clatter… Hey…" Apollo's head snapped back up. "You okay?"
"Y-Yeah… Just a bit…"
"Tired?"
"Must be…" His voice grated tiredly.
"I'll leave you to it… Trucy's gonna be setting this place on fire soon enough!"
"Don't. You. Dare." Apollo was hissing now.
Phoenix sniggered into his bedclothes… oh, nope; he was still in his normal clothes as well. Ah, there was a long case last night, wasn't there?
None the less, Phoenix was gone now. So, Apollo decided on a plan of action.
Namely, punching Clay.
A) He deserved it.
B) If he was insane, or hallucinating, or Clay was a ghost, he would fall straight through.
"Hey! What's that for- oof!"
Unfortunately, Apollo's plan worked a bit… too well. Leaning off a bed to hit someone sitting on the floor? Very bad idea. Apollo's face was suddenly resting in front of Clay's.
And then, Clay started laughing. Just laughing at the absurdness of it all. Last thing he remembered, he was lying on the floor of the Space Centre, next thing he knew, he was naked in Apollo's bedroom, with said man now positioned precariously over him.
…Ugh, get your minds out of the gutter, people.
Apollo was quickly following suit in the laughter, though, albeit closer to a quiet snicker.
"Err, 'Pollo?"
Both were still laughing. "What?" Clay quickly glanced down, before simply staring at Apollo, smirking. Apollo quickly rolled himself away, causing Clay to laugh even harder.
"Why, I didn't know you were interested… I'm sorta flattered."
"Shut up, Clay." Said other person, who had now rolled back into the foetal position, was barely getting his laughing back under control.
"So… unless you want to stare at me all day, can you give me somethin' to wear?"
A flash of guilt fled across Apollo's face. "I… sorta kept your clothes, Clay. They needed to go somewhere, and I-"
"Hey! Don't guilt trip yourself like that! It doesn't suit you!"
"Clay, I kinda… used your clothes as an excuse to stay away from everyone."
A confused look.
"It's… a long story."
"Well… I'm still naked… Are we gonna make out, or are you gonna get me something to wear?"
Apollo sighed, quickly standing up to move towards the wardrobe.
"Or both, I'm cool with that!"
"Clay! Is it just me, or did your death make you more silly?"
"Probably? I don't know… Maybe it's to do with blood loss…"
Apollo carefully withdrew the clothes from the closet, including some boxers – they'd already had THAT conversation.

"…Clay, can I turn around without feeling embarrassed yet?"
All of a sudden, a full sized man was suddenly bearing down on him in a full embrace. "See! I can do this without feeling awkward now!"
"Clay…" As annoyed as Apollo's voice was, he was… almost touched by the sign. Slowly, he moved his arms to reciprocate the… err… hug, making Clay laugh slightly, before moving his chin into Clay's shoulder.
"Aw… you are such a sap, 'Pollo…" And, just like the somewhat hypocrite Clay was… is, he moved his head towards the floor.

They remained like that, enjoying life, or whichever semblance of it, embracing on the floor.
Clay was the first to move. "Come on. Didn't your husband say he was brewing coffee?"
Apollo was bewildered for a second, before the penny dropped. "Hey! I resent that! Trucy set their apartment on fire, okay!"
"Relax, you know I was kidding!"
"Ugh… You have a point though. Come downstairs when you're ready, will ya?"
"Whatever you say, 'Pollo."

"Hey, Phoenix? My coffee machine done being a fire hazard yet?"
"Just about. I grabbed some of the toast and jam, if that was okay?"
"Humph. I expect a raise."
Phoenix chuckled. "I suppose I can consider it."
The quick conversation between Boss and employee/partner was brought to a quick and peaceful quietus, leaving Apollo to sort his breakfast out.
"So, Trucy ran out?"
"Yeah?! I've got to send her out to school sometimes, yanno?"
"Wow, you're being a responsible parent?! I'm shocked!"
"Heh… Yanno, you're not doing good on that pay rise."
Apollo didn't know how to best that, so he just glared at the older man.
"Although, I might give you a chance to insulate this place a little."
"…Hang on, what?"
"The wind just blew that door open!"
Apollo looked around towards said door…

There was Clay, just as confused as he was.

As said, rewriting something else I wrote almost entirely. Hope you enjoy this little series!