I might just upload all that I have, and then call it a day. And WAUW, what is THIS, two more OCs?! (kinda).

The top apartment.

When she reached her front door, the moon was almost gone. She hurried into the stairway, searching for the keys in her pockets, and taking the stairs four steps at a time. When she reached the top apartment, her hands shook enough to make it hard to unlock the door.

She tried to be as silent as possible, but was never a quality of hers. All the jackets on the coat stand were knocked down when she tried to hang hers up, and it all fell to the floor. Loudly.

She winched, and begged to all the Gods she knew the names of, that everybody was still asleep. Without more catastrophes, she made her way to the bedroom. She didn't make it further than the living room.

"You're late."

Ida froze solid in the almost pitch dark room, but then turned to meet the silhouette in corner.

"Sorry. Biggy showed up." she tried to explain, while she looked for the light switch.

"Bigby? At the hospital?"

Her fingers found the switch. A lamp on a table lit up, and the silhouette was revealed.

"You know what happened to Snow. He's totally lost it Mulan. I'm worried."

An expression of compassion flashed by the Chinese woman's face, before she shorted the distance between her and Ida. "I know. I know."

She wrapped her arms around the much taller woman, as if it was her who needed the comfort. Apparently it was. Ida hugged Mulan tightly, and rested her chin on her hair.

"You don't leave the fucking house until the murderer is found." She whispered into the shiny, dark hair.

"I can fucking protect myself. And we can't afford to skip the job. Remember, we're big adults who have mouths to feed." She muttered back, her breath warming Ida's collarbones.

None of them moved for quite some time, before a faint snoring dragged them from their little wonderland.

"Let's go to bed."

Then they tiptoed to the bathroom. They hurried in their sleepwear, Mulan in her striped pajamas, and Ida in an old Led Zeppelin t-shirt, giggling. Then, with some persuasion from Mulans' side, they brushed their teeth.

When they finally crawled underneath the blanket, and silence spread through the apartment, Ida allowed herself to relax. She sunk deep into the mattress, and pulled the blanket all the way up to her nose.

She was tired. She was always tired after the nightshifts, but lately it'd gotten worse. All her muscles felt tired, her heart included. Maybe that's what heartbreak felt like. A centuries old heartbreak.

Then Mulan grabbed her hand, and she couldn't help but smile in the dark. She was stupid to think that her heart was broken. It was just… bruised. She'd stopped to hope that it would ever heal after what happened when they were driven from their homes, but sometimes, when she forgot for a second, she could pretend to be happy for a while.

Mulan only allowed Ida in her bed on rare occasions, usually when she had nightmares or when Ida had a bad day. It was originally Ida's bed, but since Mulan earned more money than her, she felt bad about expelling her to the couch. Maybe it would be fair that the smaller woman slept in the couch, but Ida would not hear it. Maybe she left the Homelands without her sisters, but she damn well still had her dignity.

"Alice would just not turn her music down tonight."

Ida sighed and curled up turned towards Mulan. She could barely see her dark eyes glimpse in the dark. "Hmm?"

"Molly couldn't sleep, so I had to turn into 'mother monster' again. The girl almost ripped my head off."

"Hmm."

"Do she seem more aggressive to you lately? Something happened in school? She told you something?"

"She was stabbed in the foot, chased by a bear, almost decapitated and tortured by the Red Queen. She's allowed to be a little aggressive, don't you think?"

Mulan fell silent, and once again, the only sound was Alice's faint snoring in her bedroom close by.

"She's been touched by war just as much as we have. And for Gods' sake, she's a teenager. She's supposed to be a little bitch, and we're supposed to be… 'mother monsters."

Mulan smirked. "Don't pretend you suffered under your 'war'."

Ida didn't know whether to be happy or sad. She never knew, when she thought about the Homelands. "Yeah, I fucking miss it."

"This world is so boring." Mulan agreed.

Ida exhaled, and pulled herself up, resting her cheek on her hand. "Why don't you join the military then?"

"Traveling somewhere warm to shoot people with guns? No thanks."

"You've always been so noble. You're too good for this world. Only appreciating war because it makes you look good."

Mulan turned towards Ida, and grabbed her around the throat with a grunt. She pulled her down, and used all her weight to push her down into the soft bed. "Shut up." she whispered, in a tone of voice Ida perceived as feigned anger.

Abusing her superior strength, Ida somehow managed to turn the tables on Mulan. Trying to keep as silent as possible, they wrestled for the upper hand for some time. Ida was indeed stronger than her smaller opponent, but Mulan knew a lot of handy tricks. Dirty tricks, if you asked Ida.

A knocking on the wall, made both women stiffen. Then they quickly retrieved the blanket from the floor, crawled underneath and tried to smother their giggling.

"She's gonna kill us tomorrow!"

"Shut up!" Mulan repeated, pinching Ida's waist.

Ida used the rest of the time, before she went asleep, to plan her revenge. Mulan was NOT gonna get the final point.

They both had terrible nightmares.