Hi guys, I'm back! And to goopy gilscarbo I was delighted to hear from you. I'm so glad you found my new chapter so quickly. I love it when a fic updates basically while you're on the page, it's happened to me a few times. And to answer questions; yes, I will write about more popular characters. And no, it's not night over here *stares at clock reading 3:31am* technically it's morning… :)

I admit, I'm a Grellam shipper so this is not my forte but this was fun to write so I hope it's fun to read.

Okay, it's three thirty in the morning, I'm going to bed. I'll see y'all tomorrow!

And on that note...

The only exception:

"Psst! Grell."

Grell tossed in her sleep, rolling over, away from the noise that threatened to disturb her rest.

"Greeeeeelllll."

She muttered something but otherwise kept her eyes shut and her body more or less unconscious.

"Grell." The voice badgered, "honeybun, cutie-pie, love of my life, moon of my heart, my beautiful red rose, my darling, sweet-"

Okay seriously! Grell wasn't awake enough yet to make out the words being said, but whoever that was clearly wasn't going to shut up so she was going to have to put the fear of Grell into them.

Moving like lightning, despite only being half-awake, thanks to her years of training in martial arts, Grell ripped the blanket off her bed, revealing the death scythe that slept next to her in lieu of another person which she grabbed with her other hand.

"WHO DARETH DISTURB MY SLUMBER?!-oh, hey Ronald." Realizing who it was she calmed down immediately, dropping the blanket and lowering the chainsaw with considerably more care back onto the bed. Even blind as she was without her glasses, there was no way Grell wouldn't be able to recognize her lover.

Who most certainly should not be in her room as their request for shared living quarters hadn't been approved and it was 4am.

"Hello darling, and what are you doing here?" Grell asked in her usual arch tone while fumbling for her glasses and slipping them on. Once she would have killed anyone who woke her up during her beauty sleep -not that she needed beauty sleep thank-you-very-much- but Ronald would always be the exception to that rule.

He was the exception to a lot of her rules actually.

Once his beloved had her glasses on Ronald smiled brightly and held up a box of cereal. "I wanted someone to eat cereal with me!"

Okay Grell may have to re-think that rule about not killing him for waking her up.

She opened her mouth to shout at him in her usual dramatic style but ended up just blowing some of her blood-coloured hair out of her face gloomily. It was way too early for shouting.

"Well fine. I might as well, since I'm already up."

Ronald looked taken aback at her easy compliance but cheerfully followed Grell into the kitchen. She pulled out two bowls and set them on the counter and Ronald poured in the cereal, a brand Grell didn't recognize, while she got out the milk.

By unspoken consent they bypassed both the kitchen counter and the dining room table to sit together on the couch. They ate quietly for a while, Ronald munching happily, Grell poking at her food, still mostly asleep.

She leaned heavily against his shoulder and Ronald shifted to accommodate her, slipping his arm around her shoulders so Grell could pillow her head against his collarbone, setting his empty bowl down on the coffee table over the scorch marks from where Alan had tried to set Eric on fire that one time.

"So you woke me up at four in the morning to eat cereal with you?" Grell asked finally as she set her bowl down in his. It hadn't even been good cereal, she thought tiredly.

Ronald shifted sideways so he could stretch his legs out on her couch, pulling her onto his lap, "the cereal was just an excuse. I just wanted to be with you."

Grell's heart warmed and she smiled as she rested her head against his chest. Yeah, she'd kill almost anyone who pulled this crap with her. Ronald was her only exception.

Hope you enjoyed guys, bye!