Prompt: It's three in the morning and I'm bored and you're the only one awake. Let's break into a gas station store.

Jack x Miranda; mentions of mShep x Kaidan; vague ME3 spoilers

"Miranda."

Something pokes her shoulder, and a hot breath on her ear tells her there's someone standing very closely to her. She should be alarmed; maybe it's someone sent to kill her. But it's doubtful that Cerberus agents would bother to wake her up nagging like this, so Miranda mumbles something incomprehensible, hoping the voice stops and lets her sleep.

"Miranda," the voice repeats, and she feels a hand touching her face. "Hey, cheerleader."

Miranda groans, refusing to move. "Go away."

"Miranda!"

"What?" she snaps and opens her eyes.

The room is quiet and dark, for a moment she can't recognise the person sitting on the bed. Then everything returns to her. Months after the Reapers were finally defeated, Shepard organized another party in his apartment on the Citadel, this time inviting even more people. He provided just enough liquor that after one hour his guests completely forgot about the problems of the post war world.

Jack's hair is unbelievably messy, so when she grins she looks very much like an apparition straight from a nightmare.

"What do you want?" Miranda hisses, pulling a blanket up to her head, perhaps hoping it creates a barrier that protects her from her sometimes crazy girlfriend.

"It's three in the morning and I'm bored, and you're the only one awake." Jack whispers, her eyes shining. "Let's break into a gas station store!"

The tone of her voice suggests it's the best idea in her whole life. She looks at Miranda with wild excitement in her eyes, expecting a positive response. Miranda, however, is as far from feeling enthusiastic as one can probably get.

"I'm awake now but I was asleep just a minute ago," she points out in a flat voice. "And you're not bored, you're drunk!"

"It's not the first time I had a drinking contest with a krogan," Jack shrugs. "I want to do something!"

"Go ask Shepard."

It's a perfect solution that works for nearly everything. Shepard's been in some really weird situations, so he may as well take care of yet another 'crisis'.

Jack snorts. "He and his Canadian beefcake are busy canoodling, if you know what I mean." She stands up and pulls on the blanket. "Come on, let's go!"

"I'm not going anywhere!" Miranda slaps her hand. "Let me sleep."

"Come on," Jack groans, pulling the blanket so hard she almost rips it in half.

Even when tired, Miranda's reflexes are quick. She grabs Jack's hand and pulls. Before the other woman can even blink, she loses her balance and collapses on the bed.

"Enough with that nonsense," Miranda says, quickly covering them both with the blanket. "If you still want to go out then sure, but I'd rather stay here with you."

Jack stares at her with surprise. Their noses are almost touching as Miranda moves closer. The place is once again silent, though if they listened closely they could hear Grunt's drunken mumbling coming from the bathroom.

Then Jack narrows her eyes, a warm smile appears on her lips. It's the kind of smile that makes something inside Miranda bloom with joy.

"Okay, you convinced me," Jack whispers.

She wraps her arms around Miranda and sighs with content. Five minutes later they both are sleeping soundly.