"She spends way too much time down there."

"To be fair, what else is there to do on this ship?" North couldn't help but laugh at York's words.

"I'm sure you and Carolina have found other things to do on this ship besides train," North retorted. York raised his hands in surrender, a laugh in his words.

"Touché, my friend. We've defiantly managed to stay entertained to say the least." North rolled his eyes as he watched Carolina going through the course. He and York were watching from the skybox. It was terribly late. Neither of them dared check their watches for they really didn't want to know. It wasn't yet late enough for York to admit defeat. He was going to go down swinging before succumbing to exhaustion. North yawned as he turned back to face York. Predictably, York let out an audible sound of disgust.

"You're not seriously tired, North," York demanded. North just shook his head.

"You're seriously not tired, York?" North replied with a yawn interrupting the last half of his sentence. York sprung to his feet.

"York is never tired! He is always ready for late night endeavors and adventures!" North tried hard not to laugh. York was always a dork when he was tired. It was even more apparent whenever he was drunk. North was thankful he was not as his drunken "adventures" usually ended in him passing out on Maine's or Wash's floor at five in the morning. North didn't to humor his friend.

"And what kind of adventure are you looking for tonight?" The smile on York's face was borderline delirious.

"The perfect cup of coffee!" North actually laughed this time as York hurried out of the room. North took one last look down at Carolina before following after him. She was a big girl could easily look after herself.

"C'mon North!"

"Wait up, I'm comin', I'm comin'." North hurried after York. Their foot falls were naturally silent as they ran. It was a force of habit. York was grinning from ear-to-ear as he looked back over his shoulder at his compadre. North couldn't stop the smile from spreading over his lips. Soon they were in the small kitchen. York was busying himself with the coffee pot, that stupid grin plastered across his face. North slid into the plush chair not too far from him. York either had no idea how to make coffee or he was just extremely tried; likely, it was both. North did not take pity as York tried to force the coffee filter into the machine. It took him a few minutes, but York eventually managed to put the filter in, add coffee grinds and water, turn it on, and find mugs. By the time York had accomplished all that, Washington had wandered in from patrol.

"Whoa! Wash! When did you get in here?" York's grip slipped on the mug in his hand as he jumped a little. Thankfully, Wash was wide awake and snatched the mug before is shattered. North smiled.

"Your reflexes are getting better," He commented off-handedly. The tips of Wash's ears turned a light pink.

"Been trying," he mumbled as he took the seat across from North. "So what's going on? It's four in the morning. Why the hell are you two up?" North groaned.

"It's seriously four in the morning?" Wash nodded as York poured coffee into a mug and started adding whatever he found in the kitchen: spices, creamers, chocolate drizzle, whipped cream, and more. It was an interesting process. Neither Wash nor North could look away from the show before them. York finally turned around, a sleepy, satisfied smile on his lips as he held this cup of coffee between his hands. They watched him set it before them. He grabbed three spoons and passed one to each of them.

"This is seriously going to be the greatest thing you've ever drank in your entire life," York declared. The looks Wash and North exchanged, York didn't catch. He also missed the eye roll from Wash and North's soft smile as they took their spoons. They both took a turn to dip their spoon into the frothy, steaming liquid. York looked so hopeful – mostly because he was on the verge of falling asleep. North was too. Both he and Wash both knew he was trying to stay up for when Carolina came through. Carolina usually let her bad day carry into the night.

"Holy shit," Wash breathed under his breath, eyes bright with surprised. "This actually tastes amazing for insomnia coffee." York coughed and crossed his arms.

"It's the best coffee in the world or something," North muttered to Wash. Washington chuckled, looking up at the expectant York.

"It's amazing." North swallowed his spoonful. Wow. It actually was good.

"North…?" York asked tentatively.

"It's amazing. I love it." York tried his own creation. He whooped with happiness.

"It's the cinnamon and the cayenne," he stated modestly. Wash blinked at him, uncertain.

"Do I even want to know what else is in here…?" York shook his head with a huge grin.

The sound of someone putting armor on a table drew their attention. Carolina had finished her self-punishment workout that she'd been doing since eleven o'clock the previous night. Her hair had fallen into her eyes and out of her ponytail. York's dorky smile lit right up.

"And the princess arrives!" Carolina scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Pfft, please. I'm the goddamn queen." North and Wash choked back their laughter. They were all ready to pass out it was so late… early. Carolina observed the cup on the table.

"Insomnia coffee?" she guessed. York nodded.

"I made it for you." Her eyebrows disappeared into her bangs as she skeptically took in the mug, then Wash and North. She mouthed is it any good? North smiled and winked. Carolina didn't seem to be in the mood to hurt York's feelings which North appreciated. She picked up the mug and took a sip. Whipped cream lined her upper lip. York smiled softly, genuinely.

"You got a little something…" He moved closer to her. Both Wash and North knew that was their que to go. They tossed their spoons into the sink. They took their leave as they heard Carolina and York connect behind them.

"When was the last time you slept?" Wash asked as they walked back to their quarters.

"Twenty-nine and counting. You?"

"Nasty. I'm only on nineteen. York?"

"I'm guessing mid-thirties. He's a shitty kisser when he's tired though. They won't last long." Washington laughed quietly.

"True." Their soft steps were the only sound as North took Wash's hand in his, giving it a soft squeeze.

"He's always had a soft spot for her," North muttered in his ear. Washington smiled, nodding. He didn't say anything else. They stopped outside Wash's door. North leaned in and kissed him gently.

"Goodnight David~" he whispered as he pulled away.

The coffee lingered on Wash's lips as he got ready for bed.