Title: Goodnight

Author: Gabi

Rating: G

Disclaimers: Don't own 'em, darn the luck.

Author's notes: Had a fluff bug, and it bit me in the L/R fandom. :D Enjoy.

Moment

            Jack lay awake, cozily buried in a nest of soft, white sheets and pillows. He stared at the ceiling and sighed deeply before flinging an arm over his face. Two in the morning and he still couldn't sleep.

            Snores emanated sporadically from the direction of his living room, and Jack smiled softly. Rowe had decided to take up residence on his couch for the night, 'just to make sure everything's all right' he'd said. Jack knew better. Rowe was on his couch because Jack had been careless and nearly gotten his head blown off during a mission.

            As it was, the bullets had hit the wall behind him, sending bits of the wall flying in every which direction, and a good deal of it had hit him in the face. He had been too shocked to move, so he had just stood there, blood trickling down his face from the shrapnel cuts.

            Thirty seconds later it was all over. Rowe had gone into overdrive, taking out all six of their opponents in a sort of mad haze. Jack remembered sinking down the wall, overwhelmed by how badly he had misjudged their attackers. He had put a hand to his face to feel how bad the cut was, and had looked up at Rowe.

            The look on Rowe's face had told him everything. There might not have been a lot of blood, but there had been enough to make the dark haired agent think his partner had been shot in the head.

            So Rowe was now on his couch, and sleeping much better than he was. Jack sighed again and rolled out of bed and headed into the living room to check on his partner.

            Jack leaned against the doorframe and grinned at the sight. Rowe was sprawled on the couch, almost ready to fall off, and the blanket had slid far enough off of him that only his feet were covered. He shook his head and carefully made his way towards the couch.

            He leaned over and picked the blanket up, re-tucking it around Rowe. His companion stirred and blinked up at him.

            "Whas the matter?" he slurred, trying to focus.

            "Nothing.' Jack replied gently. "Go back to sleep."

            "Kay…" Rowe managed, and was instantly asleep again.

            Jack eased himself down to sit in front of the couch, slouching down far enough so that his neck was resting against the ledge of the sofa. He looked up when he heard Rowe moving, and he blinked when an arm was draped over his chest. Rowe's fingers curled into Jack's shirt. Jack leaned into the half-embrace, resting his head on Rowe's arm.

            "Night, mate."

            "Goodnight, Rowe."