A/N: So, yeah, you're getting more. They're never going to be long, this length is probably going to be typical, I'm afraid, and it's not a story. (Sorry, but let's face it. There are already a lot of Wolf&Alex living together fics already!) More like snapshots (hopefully comedic snapshots) into Wolf and Alex's life. They're roughly in chronological order, I guess, or at least the order doesn't really matter. I might write out how they got married in the first place eventually (I have worked out how, don't worry!) but don't hold your breath. Anyway, enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Nothing you recognise belongs to me!

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Sharing a bed with Wolf was hell.

Theoretically, one of them could have slept on the sofa. Practically, it had become a competition and both were too stubborn to give in.

Alex had been the first into bed that first night, having decided that Wolf could take the sofa.

Unfortunately, Wolf didn't see it that way and refused to be chased from his own bed. And Alex was not about to give in and let Wolf have it, so the two of them had ended up sharing.

The problem was, Wolf snored.

Not just some small wheeze either, but a full blown growl that sounded more like a chainsaw than anything natural. For Alex, who had trained himself to wake up at the slightest disturbance, it was the equivalent of sleep-deprivation tactics.

Wolf, for his part, complained that Alex kicked and had bruises to prove it.

Alex replied that of course he kicked: Wolf just wouldn't shut up otherwise!

Slowly, however, they acclimatised. Wolf's calves toughened up enough so the kicks didn't bother him and Alex had managed to tune out Wolf's snoring after only two nights of no sleep. And that was why the problem hit.

It was dark when Alex woke and at first he didn't know what had awoken him. He listened to the silence with a frown. There was nothing. Nothing moved or made a sound.

And then it hit him: it was too quiet.

Wolf wasn't snoring.

"Oh bloody hell," said Alex, paling. "He's dead!"

It turned out that Wolf wasn't dead. Nor was he happy about being woken up at three in the morning by a paranoid Alex.

In Alex's defence, people had a nasty habit of dying around him. He may have over reacted a little, but he was pretty sure that Wolf was overreacting too. There was no need to call him the son of a goat, surely? Or mentally challenged! Or p-

Ok, so maybe he had reason for the paranoid one. The man had only stopped snoring, after all.

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A/N: So what did you think?