Author's Note: Hi! This is my very first LoT fanfiction. I will preface this with saying that while I don't actually watch LoT, I love all the different characters and how close they are. So this came into existence. Enjoy!

Waking up at 3am was not something that that Ray really wanted to get into the habit of doing. But here he was, groaning and rubbing his eyes at the sound of yelling and breaking wood.

Ray rolled himself out of his nice, warm bed and stood up. "Gideon... what is going on?"

"It seems as if Mr. Rory has decided to get up at 3:12 and 6 seconds AM Mr. Palmer."

"Oh." Was all Ray could think of to say. And considering it was 3:12 and 6 seconds (though it was probably more like 13 now), it seemed just long enough of a response.

Yawning, Ray stumbled to the door. He threw it open to reveal other bedroom doors along the hallway doing the same. Sara came bursting through her door last, holding her knife in a defensive position. "Who's attacking?!"

"Relax, Lance." Snart drawled from where he was lounging. "Nobody's attacking. Mick's sleepwalking."

Kendra growled and Ray glanced over at her. He normal neatly curled hair was frizzing around her head, and her eyes looked bleary. She rubbed her face. "I got out of bed because Mick is sleepwalking?"

She started forward, looking like she was going to punch Mick, but Professor Stein called her back. "I wouldn't do that, Mrs. Saunders. I have read many books that informed me about the dangers of waking someone up when they are in a sleepwalking state. It can mess with their mind, and cause them to become confused and even violent."

Sara snorted. "I hate to break it to you, Stein, but that's not going to be a change from Mick's normal demeanor at all." Even Snart laughed at that.

Martin shook his head disapprovingly, but he didn't add anything else. Now Kendra was looking undecided. "I don't want to hurt him..."

"Oh, come on Saunders." Snart rolled his eyes. "If you really don't want to, then I will." Snart walked up to Mick and was about to shake him awake when another door opened, hitting him in the face. "Mph!" Snart cried, clutching his nose. "What the-"

"I will remind you not to swear in the presence of Mr. Jefferson." Martin interrupted.

Ray frowned, not seeing Jax anywhere in the corridor. Then he came around the side of the open door. "Huh. I didn't think that door could open outward. What's going on?" He seemed the most alert out of everyone, and Kendra scowled at his relative put togetherness (considering the time). She was usually the put together one.

"You just hit with the door, that's what's going on!" Snart bellowed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Door's open inward for a reason, Einstein."

Stein jerked awake. "Wha-? Where's Einstein?" Everyone ignored him.

Mick turned around. "Hey." He grumbled. "I didn't see you guys there. Is everyone joining for my midnight drink tonight? I hope Rip stalked up enough beer for all of you."

"Wait, what?" Ray stuttered. "Snart, I thought you said he was sleepwalking!"

"I thought he was." Leonard admitted. "You have a midnight drinking session at 3am and you don't invite me, Mick? I'm hurt."

"Are we talking literally or figuratively?" Mick asked. "Because your nose looks pretty busted."

Sara interrupted Snart's response. "Since when do you have midnight drinking sessions?"

"That is a very unwise idea, Mr. Rory." Stein scolded. "That could lead to loss of brain cells."

"I don't think Mick has any brain cells to lose." Jax muttered.

Mick's eyebrows scrunched together. "What are brain cells?"

Kendra ran a hand down her face. "Fine, drink to your hearts content. Just don't wake us up because of it."

Ray agreed with that. "I like my sleep, Mick."

"That's why you never get any girls, Palmer!" Mick bellowed. "If you like sleeping you never get anything done."

"I get plenty of girls!" Ray protested, his manly pride sufficiently injured. "I just don't like being woken up at 3am!"

"You know.." Stein said thoughtfully. "Technically, you don't have midnight drinking escapades. 3am is not midnight."

"I estimate, ok?" Mick told him defensively. "Now are you joining me or not?"

"What the heck. I'm already up." Sara shrugged. "I'll be right there. I just need to get on a sweatshirt."

"Make enough for two more." Snart agreed, grabbing his trademark parka and throwing it on. "Lets go."

By the time everyone in the corridor had cleared, either to the kitchen or their respective bedrooms, silence reigned once again. When Rip came blearily down the hall, asking "What happened? Why was everyone up?", no one bothered to get up and answer him.

Author's Note: Like it? Hate it? Were the characters in character? Let me know in the comments!