Author's Note: My justification? Um, I like threesomes, and other types of complicated, messy relationships. These shall be short, relationship drabble collections, sometimes romantic and sometimes other things that you're welcome to interpret as you wish. ;D

First is Team Dark, which ended up vaguely threesome-y, if one can count a relationship with an aesexual robot, but definite Rouge/Shadow. Also, Omega is a vouyer. Non-explicit sexing in the first part; avert your eyes if you must.

Team Dark

GUN had rules about relations between its members, and GUN headquarters was full of stern eyes and watchful cameras to guard against such things…but then most members of GUN were trained to avoid such observations when the need arose, and Rouge was always too impatient for privacy.

"Keep watch, Omega," she ordered, her voice dropping several octaves to a seductive purr as she backed Shadow into the niche in the corridor. She traced the red stripes down Shadow's arms, raking the fur backward in a way that made him shudder from skull to tailbone.

"The cameras-"

"Taken care of," she told him before sealing any further objections with her lips on his. He resisted for a moment before sighing and giving in. Less trouble that way, and he couldn't say he objected much to her body flush against his. Shadow enjoyed the relentless pace of their work, but even he needed a break from fighting once in a while. Rouge wasn't gentle, but she was direct and he appreciated that, as well as the fact that she was warm and solid in his arms and he never had to worry about breaking her.

Her legs hooked comfortably over his hips, and he had no trouble supporting her weight. It might have been easier with her back to the wall instead of his, but she didn't like to be boxed in and he didn't want his blind side exposed even with Omega standing guard. The robot had ostensibly turned away to them to give a modicum of discretion, but its head had been rotated further than any organic could manage, nearly facing backwards. Watching silently. Shadow had never minded; Omega had other sensors to detect anyone approaching and modesty had never been an issue in their partnership.

Shadow even thought Rouge preferred to conduct their trysts when Omega was around. He wasn't sure it was just because of the implied protection should they be suddenly attacked, but that was a logical enough reason for him to never question it.

He often wondered what Omega was thinking during those moments. The body language of a robot was nearly impossible to decipher, and though Shadow had looked straight into Omega's eyes while his hands searched for the hidden zippers of Rouge's bodysuit he hadn't gleaned any insight. Maybe Omega studied them with the same analytical scrutiny he wielded during their missions…but if the acts of organics repulsed or intrigued it, Omega never said, but nor did it object to the duty of keeping them safe throughout.

And always, it watched.

The hours between midnight and dawn were long. Rather than submit to a sleep that would leave her groggy and thick headed when she needed to be ready, Rouge perched comfortably on Omega's knee and warmed her numb hands in front of the air vent below his chest. The snow drift was tall enough to keep out the wind, but the air was still too cold for her liking, and unlike Shadow and Omega she actually felt it.

It wasn't quite intentional, but by virtue of her position she had an ear pressed to Omega's torso and could hear the grinding clicks of his internal workings chugging steadily away. She found the noise comforting – more so than the eerie creaking of naked trees and the howls of night predators in the distance.

Omega's internal rhythm changed. His optics flashed with muted crimson light. "Shadow returns."

He dropped down into their dug-out a moment later, shaking yet more snow from his quills. "The base's security is weakest at the north point. In another hour their attention will be at its least effective. That's when we should sneak in."

"Sounds like a plan," she told him, attempting not to sound drowsy. She was a professional, after all. A little lost sleep shouldn't affect her senses too badly. She was sure that at any moment Shadow would be reminding her not to let her guard down, or Omega would remind her of the importance of the mission, but neither of them did.

Shadow looked about warily, as though worried they might be observed, before joining Rouge by sitting cautiously on Omega's other leg. The robot's head swivelled, but the rest of his body remained stationary to accommodate them both. Shadow's hands joined hers in front of the vent.

Rouge raised an eyebrow. "Cold?"

The Ultimate Lifeform had never admitted weakness to the petty whims of the elements, much to Rouge's fond annoyance, but at the moment Shadow looked it. His gloves were wet, and where he usually radiated a heat to match his rage in battle, she couldn't feel it now.

"We'll have rain soon," he said, refusing to comment on her question. "That will impair their visibility even more."

Rain wasn't very pleasant to work in though. Rouge sighed deeply. Shadow refused to look sympathetic, and complaining to Omega would be of no use. He was water resistant except in cases of total submergence, though he did seem to understand that rain was a potential impairment more than he ever understood what it meant to be cold.

Though it might have been her imagination, it seemed the air he was venting warmed by a few degrees after that. It helped to make the wait more bearable.

Precisely every 84 days, Omega needed to undergo his regular maintenance to remain in optimum working condition. Some of this he could attend to himself – taking apart his weaponry and scouring every inch of them for rust or defects, regreasing all his joints, reloading his ammunition stores – but there were some tasks not so easily managed on his own.

It wasn't impossible. For the first year of his existence there was no one with the security clearance to be permitted access to his systems besides Doctor Eggman, and Omega had been forced to managed the repairs himself, but since then he'd been able to rewrite those protocols and had added two more names to that list.

Shadow poked thoughtfully at his power generator. "The crystals aren't glowing as brightly as they used to. We'll need to replace them soon."

"Energy levels below eighty percent," Omega agreed. "Suggest replacements may be found in Eggman's storage facility on Indigo Island."

"Then we'll pay the Doctor a visit," Shadow said, and though Omega could not physically see the hedgehog's face as it was currently inside his chest cavity, he detected a smirk that promised the impending destruction of yet another of Eggman's bases. Omega concluded that a mission to the Indigo Islands should be moved higher on his internal priority list.

"Jet booster fuel lines also compromised," Omega added, making sure to keep his voice synthesiser low. At the moment, Shadow's ears were only a few inches from it, and startling the person whose hands were currently wrapped around his power cables seemed like an unwise course of action even if there was only a 0.04 percent chance that Shadow would accidentally damage him. The hedgehog was too careful, which was why Omega had chosen him to perform the repair over GUN's primary technical engineer. Admittedly, Shadow's mechanical experience was limited to the weapons and vehicles he occasionally borrowed from GUN's stores, but Omega had patiently instructed him on what he would need to know.

He didn't doubt that there were other people in the world who could fix him should he be somehow incapacitated and have his own internal repair system fail, nor did he doubt that Shadow and Rouge would hunt said person down and if necessary hold a gun to their head until such repairs were performed…Omega would just prefer not to be put at the mercy of a stranger, especially not one under duress, and more so if his estimations were correct and said person was Doctor Eggman. The decision was a collaboration of input from his common sense protocols, his survival priorities, and the inherent dislike of his creator that had imbedded itself in his personality matrix.

He trusted Shadow far more, and even Rouge when she was inclined to get her hands dirty enough for the work. Letting either of them touch his sensitive internal systems never prompted the usual alert response from his sensors. He suspected that at some point he'd overwritten those codes as well, although it had never been a conscious decision. If he was a robot more prone to speculation he might have analysed that response more thoroughly.

I LOVE feedback! Also, I can be encouraged to write the other teams faster if you have a favourite and ask me nicely. I intend to do Teams Sonic, Rose, Chaotix, The Babylon Rogues, and maybe others if something catches my fancy.