The soft, "oof," was the only clue she needed to know that her danger prone dumb ass was doing something he shouldn't be.

At four forty-five in the morning she found after a glance at the alarm clock still on the floor from where Malcolm knocked it during his destruction of their apartment the day before.

With a groan, a couple of grumbles, and a few ideas for how to add to his misery, Sorcha rolled out of bed to go and see what the Master of Disaster had gone and gotten himself into.

Him sucking on his knuckle and twisting to toss a pan... a burning pan, she realized, eyes popping wide, into the sink wasn't what she anticipated.

"Mal?"

Malcolm spun around, face flushing guiltily, and with a streak of what she assumed — or prayed, was more like it — was egg across his forehead.

"I have it all under control!" he assured her right as the smoke alarm started bleating. "Okay... maybe I don't..."

Sorcha shook her head and walked over to drop the lid onto the still burning pan in the sink.

"If you wanted to burn our apartment down," she lightly teased as she handed him a rag for his bleeding knuckle. "Could you not have woken me up, first?"

He frowned as he wrapped the towel around his hand. "I was trying to make you breakfast." The toaster spit out twin pieces of smoldering toast. "Keyword is trying."

Sorcha softened, as she always did when it came to her danger prone dumb idiot.

"Let's get this mess cleaned up." She took his uninjured hand between her own. "Then I'll help you make breakfast."

"That ruins the point of me making it for you."

"It's the thought that counts." She placed a soft kiss to his whiskered cheek. "Now, let's get this disaster picked up before Mandy comes home." Her lips twitched. "Not that the words Hurricane Malcolm won't aptly describe what happened."

Mal let out a tired sigh as he rest his forehead against hers.

"Considering I'm a walking disaster."

"Yeah." Sorcha kissed his forehead. "But you're our walking disaster and we love you."

"Don't know why."

Gonna be a long day, she realized as she folded her arms around Mal and rubbed his back in slow, soothing circles.

That was okay.

She could weather this storm.

Because the calm that came after it made it worth it.

He was worth it.

Even if her danger prone dope couldn't see it.

A/N: Hello, all! Hope this finds you well!

I just want to send a special thank you to Rookblonkorules for their lovely reviews!