A/N: This is along a similar vein to a Sherlolly fanfic I wrote a while ago ('Starry, Starry Night') and based off a scene from an episode of Hamish Macbeth ('A Bit of an Epic'). As such, it turned out differently to how I was originally going to write it, but I hope you enjoy it all the same :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Blankets

"Michael!"

Jackie's scream ripped through the crisp morning air as she rushed to the spot where he had fallen and grabbed onto his hand just as it slipped off the edge of the building.

Dimly Jackie could hear the suspect who had shoved Michael off the balcony continue running, but she paid him no heed: she could not let Michael fall.

"Jackie, let me go," Michael ordered, his voice strained.

"No!"

"Jackie-" he was cut off by her strangled scream as his hand slipped and she pitched further forward to grab him.

"Jackie, let go!"

"No! If you go, I'm going with you," she told him.

"Don't be stupid, Jackie," he admonished her, "let me go."

"No," she protested, trying desperately to get a better grip on him.

"Jackie, you can't hold me. I'm too heavy," he told her.

"I'm not going to let you fall."

"Let me go Jackie," he said, his voice stern, "don't make me order you." He gave a self-deprecating laugh, "I'm not worth dying for."

Tears started to blur Jackie's vision, "I can't let you fall," she repeated stubbornly.

Whatever Michael was going to say in response to her comment was cut off as he slipped from her grasp.

"No!" Jackie cried as she lunged after him and –

- landed with a loud bump, tangled up in the blankets beside the bed.

The light snapped on and she blinked in surprise as she looked up at the slightly dishevelled Michael.

"As much as I appreciate you calling out my name in your sleep," Michael commented drily, "I'd prefer it if you didn't steal all the blankets."

"Then stop invading my dreams," Jackie grumbled, attempting to untangle herself from the blankets.

Michael raised an eyebrow, "I'm sorry," he apologised, looking far too amused to be sincere.

Jackie shot him a mock glare as she finished untangling herself, "If you want these blankets back, Mr. Jardine, I suggest you behave."

"An excellent suggestion, Mrs. Jardine," Michael complimented her as he reached out a hand to help her up. "But I can't make any promises," he added with a wicked grin as he pulled her back into bed.

"You're incorrigible," Jackie told him, snuggling gratefully into his side.

Michael shrugged as he rearranged the blankets over them both, "At least I got my blankets back," he replied easily.

"Your blankets?" Jackie teased.

"Our blankets," Michael amended, putting an end to any further conversation with a lingering kiss.