"Tired?" He asked as Jaina yawned widely.

"Yeah, suddenly I feel like I've been running around non-stop for days," She sighed, lying back down on the floor and using the blanket as a pillow.

"Well, I'll tell you what," Brodey suggested, grabbing the glass from on top of the wash basin. "You finish at least half of this and I'll let you go to bed."

"Brodey, there's a lot in there!" She said with a worried look on her face.

"Trust me, you can do it. Plus, you'll feel better in the morning," He replied reassuringly.

"Oh fine!" Jaina cried, tipping the glass up to her lips. Brodey watched her as she slowly chugged what she could from the container. She gasped in between gulps and dribbled a little down the front of her shirt. Finally she looked at him with pleading eyes and he knew she could drink no more.

"Ready to go to sleep?" He asked, smiling warmly at him.

"Yeah," Jaina gasped, still trying to catch her breath. "I just have to go to the bathroom first."

"All right, then go."

"That means it's time for you to leave!" She said, shooting him a reproachful stare as she ushered him out the door.

"Yes ma'am, almighty goddess!" He mocked, pulling a face.

He waited outside her door and heard silence, then he heard Jaina growl in frustration.

"Brodey, I can't go with you standing right out there! I need you to sing a song, or something!"

"Sing?" Brodey scoffed. "How do you know for sure that I'm not a horrible singer?"

"JUST do it!" She yelled.

Brodey smirked, and then began to sing the first song that came to mind.


Every day and every night
I always dream that you are by my side
Oh baby
Every day and every night
Well I said everything's going to be all right
And I'll fly with you . . .
I'll fly with you. . .


"Very cute!" Jaina groaned as she swung open the door, giving him that signature lop-sided grin. "And you're definitely not a horrible singer. That undeniably resembled music."

"If I didn't know how to sing, I wouldn't have done it. I'm not about to let my huge ego get trampled on by your goddessness," Brodey laughed, waggling his eyebrows at her.

A loud beeping sound echoed down the hallway and interrupted their conversation.

"Who would be calling on you at this time of the night?" Brodey asked curiously.

"I don't know, but whoever it is, the comm can wait until tomorrow morning," She muttered, yawning again. "You can answer it, though."

"I'll get you into bed first," He offered, holding her arm to steady her as they walked to her bedroom.

After a few minutes of getting a still-drunk Jaina tucked into bed, he finally emerged back into her living room. He laughed to himself about how Jaina insisted on sleeping fully clothed because she was still kind of cold. He'd tried to explain that that's what blankets were for, but she would have none of that.

Brodey looked over in the direction of the comm. The annoying beeping had stopped, but the little blue light over the transmission button was still blinking.

Remembering that Jaina said he could answer her message, he reached out and pushed transmit.

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