A/N: Before you read this and say it would never happen, just know that I have two friends who actually had this happen to them. So- believe you me- it can happen :)

It was the sudden lack of motion and the sound of the gear shifter being put into park that roused Victor from his slumber. The noise of Nate's seat belt being released came next, and Sully rubbed his eyes drearily, yawning loudly as he did. His heavy eyelids flickered open as he pulled the lever to sit his seat upright again, and he reached for the door handle, assuming they must have made it back to their rental house. But as the car door opened into the grayscale landscape of the night, Sully was met by a sight both familiar and completely unexpected. Namely because the mailbox, wrought iron fence, and front porch silhouetted before him belonged not to them, but was instead the house two blocks up the street.

An exaggeratedly loud yawn issued from Nate as Sully's brows furrowed and his prodigious mustache twitched. "Naaate?" he growled, turning to look at him.

Nate returned his gaze with a questioning look in his eyes. "Yeah?"

"Did you get lost?" Sully growled.

Nate's puzzled expression lingered on, and he answered candidly, "No, I know exactly where we are. Don't you recognize-"

"Yes, I do," Sully interrupted. "It's exactly two blocks from where we should be, and I'll be damned if you think I'm walking those two blocks after staying up 'till," he checked his watch, "two-thirty in the morning pulling this job."

Nate pursed his lips and checked his watch. "Well, technically, you actually slept for the last forty-five minutes, so..."

Sully rolled his eyes as he felt his nerves, already taxed by a lack of sleep, beginning to wear thin with Nate's inexplicable antics. Affecting his best (under the circumstances) neutral tone, Sully asked, "So, what was the big idea with stopping here?"

Nate yawned again and scrubbed a hand over his face, leaning back in his seat as he groaned, "Oh, I was hoping you could drive the rest of the way. I don't think I can keep my eyes open a second longer."

Sully's head turned on a swivel and his eyebrows furrowed deeply as he stared at Nate like he had just sprouted another head. When Nathan showed no signs of retracting his statement, or even of being facetious, Sully asked simply, "What did you say?"

Nate glanced over at him, both hands still pressed against his face, and then dug his fingertips into his eye sockets as he replied wearily, "Yeah, I just don't think I can go another foot. I'm-" his sentence was punctuated by a yawn greater than either that came before it, "-way too tired."

"Why didn't you stop for coffee?" Sully pressed the issue.

"Because, Starbucks was closed and you know I won't drink that gas station stuff. Ugh." He opened his car door and stepped out, calling over his shoulder, "C'mon, Sullivan. It's just two blocks." As the door shut behind him, Nathan heard the unmistakable thunk of the locks, and he whirled around to face the car. Sully was once more reclining in his seat, eyes closed and hands folded behind his head, with a contented smile on his face.

"Oh, yeah, real funny, Sully!" Nate called angrily. "C'mon, just open the door and let me back in."

The window rolled down just enough for Sully to answer back, his voice oozing smug satisfaction, "No, no, this is great right here. I think I'll just get some shut-eye, and in the morning I'll be all good to go to pilot this baby the remaining two blocks to our house. Though, you're welcome to walk, if you'd like."

"Sully, quit playing games!" Nate pleaded, desperation beginning to leak into his voice as he realized the fullness of his vulnerable position.

"'night, Nathan," Sully cooed, giving him a wave and an ingratiating smile as the window rolled back up with a hum.

Nate touched his fingertips to his temples and looked around him in exasperation, then raised his voice as he retorted with as much gusto as he could muster, "Fine! You know what, I'll just sleep right here- on top of the car!" He climbed up on the roof and stretched out flat, fuming as he stared up at the sky above. "Well, that's just perfect, isn't it... Just be that way, you grouchy old man," he grumbled.

It was about thirty seconds later when Nate felt it. The first raindrop, landing square on his forehead. Followed by another. Then by many, many others.

"SULLY!"


The neighbor lady opened her door to a bright and sunny morning that glistened with the remnants of last night's downpour and stepped out to grab the paper that had just arrived on her doorstep. As she bent down, clutching her bathrobe around herself, she noticed the car sitting by the curb in front of her lawn and recognized it as belonging to those two men who lived down the street. Kind of a odd pair, those. No one could ever quite tell what it was they did for a living, and they were a bit reclusive for anybody to actually get to know them. Then she noticed one of them, the younger of the two, laying out flat on top of the car with his clothes rain-soaked and plastered to his body, apparently sound asleep, while the other was reclined comfortably in the passenger's seat.

Never mind, she thought. Maybe it was that no one wanted to go talk to them, is why no one knew much about them. She shook her head and stepped back inside.