A/N: Howdyyyy, sorry it's been so long. I'm trying to get back into the groove of things. I'll post the songs for this lil chappy on my profile along with the rest. =)

Thank you again to all that read and review, I really appreciate it.

Disclaimer: I dun own eet.

Warnings: None for this chapter. Except for the fact that it's unbeta-ed XD

Songs for Title: Human- by The Killers and Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

Chapter Three

Human v Home

Bones was sore. Oh sweet Jesus so, so sore. He grumbled and made his way to the bathroom hoping to relieve some of the tension from his body.

The shower did wonders for his back, then again, this is what he gets for being a showoff. "I blame Jim," he mumbled under his breath.

Damn exhibitionist was rubbing off on him. The doctor relaxed under the spray and closed his eyes for a moment, images of the night before filling his head.

He gave a sigh and proceeded to get on with the day. He had a shift to work and a daughter to pick up after said shift.

The doctor didn't have all that much to do at the hospital. No scheduled surgeries…no emergency calls.

Nothing.

He chatted with Chapel, neither saying a thing about the previous night, but both yawning, covering it up with soft murmurs of "excuse me's" and "pardon's"

Finally the clock on the wall decided it was time for Bones to go and go he did. He changed out of his baby blue scrubs and changed into more comfortable jeans and a tee-shirt.

Sweet freedom! He started up the car, not paying much mind to the song playing, just the road ahead and his baby girl.

He parked his car in his usual spot at the diner just on the outskirts of town, tapping on his steering wheel, while waiting for Jocelyn to veer up next to him, driving faster than a bat outta' hell.

If he really wanted to he could've easily given her what for-driving like that. The words died on his lips as the passenger door was slammed. A brunette ponytail bobbed behind a cherubic face, hazel eyes, and freckles speckling the bridge of his baby girl's nose.

"Poppa!" She shouted as she ran over to her father, duffel bag bouncing off of the curve of a (surprisingly) womanly hip. Leonard prepared to catch her with his arms stretched wide and a grin to match the length. "Hey Jojo," he murmured against her hair, squeezing her close as she giggled.

Jocelyn crossed her arms nearly rolling her eyes at the usual reunion of father and daughter.

"Do you have the papers Leonard?" She asked, petulant little head thrust up into the air.

The doctor pulled the manila folder from inside his jacket. "All here." He crossed the invisible line between them, handing them to her, the tension thick like the fog in the city they lived in.

"I made some revisions I ho-"

"Yeah, whatever." A huff and a tap of a stiletto heel.

She snatched it away, turning on her heel to leave. "Call me when you get to your father's place Joanna. Mommy loves you" she hollered, kissing the air, like it was each of Joanna's cheeks, light green eyes covered with big, expensive sunglasses. "Alright momma-" She was about to wave, but stopped since her mother was already in the car.

Leonard's hands clenched into fists, teeth gnashing together as the vein on the side of his face looked about ready to pop. He took a deep breath and wrapped an arm around his daughter pulling her into another hug. She hugged him back a bit fiercely.

"Wanna' grab lunch and see uncle Jim?"

She nodded against his chest, pulling away to smile, grin much like the aforementioned uncle. "So long as I can order pancakes," the teenager added while her father grabbed her duffel bag and set it in the backseat of the car.

She made her way inside the restaurant, putting two fingers to her lips, to give a loud, sharp whistle.

Jim turned around, tucking away his pen and pad catching sight of his favorite girl, and opening his arms.

Getting a running start she tackled him, nearly knocking the blonde over. "Hey Jo!" Jim shouted, just as happy to see her as if he was really related by blood.

"Howdy, uncle Jim." she answered in her Georgian twang.

Leonard watched quietly, a smile on his face ( a rare sight to come by now-a-days). He slid into their usual booth as he waited for them to finish yammering like schoolgirls.

"Hey Dave, I'm gonna' be on lunch.!" Jim shouted, untying his apron to reveal a black v-neck shirt, with dark wash denim jeans and yellow chucks. The blonde ran a hand through his unkempt hair, sliding into the booth next to Joanna.

A bee-hived blonde came over, polka dot dress moving with the sway of her hips. "You guys just want the usual?" She asked sweetly with a knowing smile, "That'll be great, Janice. Thank You." The doctor answered. She nodded and walked away to place their order before moving on to the next table.

Bones picked up his phone to check and see if Jocelyn had called yet.

"What's going on little lady?" Jim asked as he nudged shoulders with his favorite girl. She seemed nervous, along with her father.

"Waiting for Mom to bite Dad's head off, chew it up, and spit it back out."

"Oh?"(Gee, and he wondered where her cynicism came from… Jim attempted to raise an eyebrow, but it just wasn't as awesome as Bones or Spock's.

Bones did raise a brow before swiping a hand over his face and nodding, "Anytime now."

"But why? Other then the fact she hates your guts?" Jim asked, folding his hands together on the table.

"Poppa made some revisions to the divorce papers." She drawled while Janice placed their drinks in front of them. Joanna concentrated on her coffee cup while she added creamer and Jim took a swig of orange juice. "Ah," Jim answered knowingly, nodding his head.

"You ready for World War 4, baby girl?" He asked after taking a sip of coffee. She nodded, also covering a yawn with her petite hand, laying her head on Jim's shoulder.

The blonde wrapped his arm around her, giving Leonard a sad, knowing look. He understood what divorces were like. It was much, much harder when there was a teenager involved.

Bones didn't want to see her worn out a tired, emotionally stressed. He was a doctor dammit! Len needed to cure the gloom that was beginning to settle over her. On top of a doctor he was also her Poppa.

This was her senior year. She should be having fun and not worrying (except maybe about college applications.)

Janice made her way back over with their plates, Jo's plate of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and hash browns. Jim's burger and fries, and Bones' chicken fried steak with a side of biscuits and gravy.

They ate quietly, dropping the uneasy conversation. The hazel-eyes man asking his daughter about school and homework. How volleyball practice and her dance classes went for the week he didn't have her.

Leonard was very fortunate to find another apartment in the city twenty minutes or so away from where Joanna resided with her mother, but the dragon lady refused to drop their daughter off at his home.

They both drove to the diner on the outskirts of the city, where Jim happened to work and gladly took his baby girl. A mutual zone decreed by those godforsaken divorce papers they'd been working on.

"How's the club?" Joanna asked, eyes more green with contentment because of the company she kept and her stomach full.

"It's great!" Jim answered excitedly nearly bouncing in his seat. "Just ask your Dad," He added with a grin fit to split his handsome face.

"Dammit Jim!" Bones hollered while his daughter smiled.

"Oooh, really Poppa? Did you have fun? What about dancing? Any cute guys?" She asked like she was the interested parent.

"I'm the one that's supposed to be doing the questioning around here." Jo and Jim busted into a fit of giggles. He shook his head, but answered in the order asked, how could he refuse his daughter?

"I had a good time. There was plenty of dancing. Nurse Chapel makes an excellent partner by the way, and the boys are too old for you." She was about to comment but Jim patted her thigh under the table.

Bones covered the bill, a nice tip for the always lovely Janice. Jim put his apron back on and gave them both a final hug before they left promising to visit sometime soon this week.

Little Miss McCoy turned the radio to a station of her liking while they drove back into town. Leonard flipped his phone open again, no missed calls but one new text.

He'd check it once they got home.

"What do you want for your birthday this year?" He asked.

She shrugged her petite shoulders. "It's not until the end of next month Dad." She smiled, "I kinda' just want momma to sign those papers."

"And she will, she doesn't have much of a choice."

Jo nodded, her lips twisting in thought, "Yeah, you're right." They pulled into the driveway and Leonard turned the car off, unbuckling to turn towards her.

"Everything else okay? You don't seem like your usual self, darlin'."

"Just thinkin'." her freckled face downcast, before looking up and offering a glimmer of her usual sweet smile. He nodded and let it be for the moment. She'd tell him when she was good and ready, as her Dad he'd let her reason things out in her own head first.

Stepping out of the car with a nod of decision, the brunette haired male walked around to open her door, grabbing her bag out of the back as well.

Leonard entered the code before the silver door slid open. The Dad wasn't given much warning as slim arms were wrapped tightly, his daughter's head against his chest while her small frame let out a deep sigh.

Gently, the doctor set her duffel bag on the floor and returned the hug. His arms around her, and a hand rubbing her back soothingly. "What's wrong, peanut?"

Joanna shook her head, his hand smoothed out her ponytail. He thought he had heard a hitched breath, in general a precursor to a sob.

McCoy's heart thudded heavy and full feeling like it would drop just at the though of his daughter crying. "I can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong." He said softly, breaking the quiet, kissing the top of her head.

"It can't be fixed," she answered sullenly, her twang full of distress.

"Jo-jo I-"

"No, Dad." She cut him off and stepped out of his embrace, shaking her head and closing her hazel eyes before opening them back up to look at the mirrored pair of her fathers'.

"You can't fix Momma." A bit of a hiccup as her shoulders jumped, trying to hold back the tears that fell on their own. "You tried. I kn-know you did."

Leonard led her to the couch and took his pride and joy into his arms, rubbing her back, "She's just crazy, and it's wearing me out. I'm the kid, not the parent." She explained her Dad nodding in agreement. "I can't do it anymore." She sobbed, more tears falling.

"I know, baby. You won't-shouldn't be. I could tell you she's not worth the worrying 'till the cows come home, but I know you will anyhow. The sooner this is all over with the better."

The majority of her crying had stopped, swiping at tears and sniffling now, trying to take a deep breath. "Can I ask you something? She asked in a near whisper.

"Of course darlin'" he smiled, tucking a few strands of stray hair behind her ear. "Why did you stay with her for so long? Why put up with her bullshit? You knew she was up to no good, yet you stayed. You could've been with someone that loved you." She finished unsure if that was the best way to word it, or if her father would comment on her use of foul language.

Her Dad didn't flinch away from her questioning. She was a young adult and had a right to know. Leonard let out a deep breathe and pulled her close, leaning against her. "Hard to believe but I loved your momma. One of the few women I'll ever love. Plus this may sound stupid and selfish, but I wanted you. I stayed with her thinking it would be easier on you." He licked his lips nervously. "Guess that wasn't the best. If I could go back-"

She took one of his hands, hers so small compared to his own and squeezed. "She didn't want me." She said matter of factly. Her dad's eyes widened. And she shook her head. "No, I know not like that. She wanted kids, but she didn't want me at the time, but I know there's more to it. She also didn't want to lose you. So y'all wound up with a pink bundle of a wailing baby from the Georgia Hospital. Daddy, I know all that, and that's okay." She paused, "How could you love her, though? She's not your type. We both know that. The chromosomes are all wrong."

He let out another deep breath. "She was different, and I wanted you. Bottom line, I wanted that wailing pink bundle, you're my joy. My Jo-jo. My peanut." He answered squeezing her close. "Like I said, I was selfish, and I'm sorry. You didn't ask for this, and I'm just so sorry." She kissed his cheek and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh shush you." She said sweetly. "Don't talk like that. I'm happy you're my Dad. Once we get mom off of our backs the rest will fall in place."

Leonard nodded, smiling at how smart and insightful his one and only daughter was. So very glad she was his.

"We'll figure it out." She added with a final nod of her head.

"Yes m'am." He answered, his own southern drawl very prominent. She laughed, feeling a bit easier now.

"Now. About those boys." She said, turning to him with a glint in her hazel orbs.

"Oh no you don't!" He said shaking his head, starting to move away towards the kitchen.

"You ain't gettin' away that easy you slippery snake." She hollered while following him on his heels.

"Jimmy boy may have mentioned someone…a certain DJ perhaps?" Her drawl nearly mirroring her fathers.

"Damn that brat." her dad groused, crossing his arms.

"What's his name?" she asked as she sat at the bar to the kitchen, her father grabbing popcorn to place in the microwave and candy coated peanut butter candy to mix in once it was nice and popped.

"Spock." Leonard answered, simply trying to will away his blush. He grabbed his phone from it's earlier spot, flipping it open there was now two new messages.

She mouthed the name. "Hmmm where's he from?" She continued, popping a few pieces of candy into her mouth.

Leonard viewed the first message from Jim.

Hey be4 you start being a grump I gave Spock ur number. ;) U can thank me l8tr. -JT

Leonard rolled his eyes, and his heart sped up slightly as he viewed the next message from an unknown number.

"He's from Vulcan" He answered his daughter pulling the popcorn out while Jo got a bowl to put it in, mixing in the candy as well, noticing the way her father was looking at his phone a bit nervously, biting his lower lip.

I was informed by Jim Kirk this is Leonard McCoy's cell phone number. If so, a response is welcome. -Spock

Leonard smiled, and grabbed a handful of the mixture chewing thoughtfully as he texted back a reply.

Hey, it's Len. Sorry I didn't respond. I just got home. How's your day?

Joanna smiled. Leonard looked up at her. "What?" He asked, face turning another shade of pink.

"What do you mean 'what?' I'm gonna' get the chance to meet him right?" She had a grin that reminded Leonard of Jim he was about to respond when his phone buzzed. His daughter teasing him, "Ooooh is that him?"

My day has passed by without anything of significance occurring, though I do appreciate the inquiry. Is there any chance that I would be able to meet with you this evening? It is understandable if this is not permissible, seeing as how your daughter is with you at this time.

Damn he typed fast. What he wrote was rather adorable. Somehow McCoy could tell Spock was nervous, and that just made him just a bit more sweeter. "Yeah, he wants to stop by…"

"Well?" She asked, smiling and grabbing more popcorn.

"'Well' what? You want him to come over?" He asked scrubbing at his face.

"Sure, but this isn't about me. You want to see him." She shot back playfully as she took the universal PADD for the house and scrolled her fingers across it, turning on the TV.

She flopped onto the couch, still grinning.

"Is that okay? I mean-"

"Who's the adult here?" She asked, peeking up from the back of the couch, resting her head on one of her hands, her smile toned down a bit and hazel eyes shining. "I'm gonna' have to meet him sooner or later if you want to go out with him."

"I think yer the adult here." He grumbled, scuffing his shoe against the floor.

"Dad." She said, reaching out to grab his arm, waiting for him to look at her before she continued. "Just ask him over. No need to be nervous poppa. Y'all are friends, right?" A nod from her father in response. "Then get to know him." she patted his arm and sat back again

"Why're you so damn smart?"

"My Daddy's a doctor." She answered with a shrug. McCoy laughed and decided to respond to the text. "Alright, alright. I'll invite him over."

Yeah, I'd like it if you stopped by.

He contemplated about adding more, but left it at that. He walked to flop down on the couch next to Joanna, as his phone buzzed just as quickly as the last time.

I will be there in approximately 13.5 minutes.

Leonard shook his head, a smirk quirking up the corners of his full lips.

Alright, see you then.

He slid the phone back into his pocket and drummed his hands against his thighs unconsciously, being only slightly (very, very slight) nervous.

Joanna couldn't help but notice her Dad's smile even while his leg bounced and he stared at the TV, Jo flipping channels by sliding her fingers across the universal PADD.

Joanna did a few more things on the PADD, checking email and such while Leonard rose to his feet to check his appearance in the bathroom. Dammit man, stop acting like a teenager. He rolled his eyes at himself before recomposing and sitting back down next to his daughter who seemed to have a small, knowing smile.

She was about to ask a question when there was a short, clear, knock on the door.

The doctor got up and rubbed his sweaty palms on his thighs, then finger coming his hair before opening the door, smiling just a bit bigger than normal.

"Howdy, Spock." He answered, stepping aside to let the man in.

"Good evening, Leonard." Spock bowed his head slightly while walking through. Joanna hopped up off the couch and strode forward, knowing full well to keep her hands at bay and a respectable amount of distance between them. She paid attention in her Xeno-studies.

"This is my little lady that I was telling you about." He wrapped an arm around Jo, in a half hug.

"Hello, Joanna." Spock greeted, a hand coming up to Vulcan salute before they were clasped behind his back again and he gave that little nod.

"Hi there Spock." She greeted back with a smile. "I've heard so much about you." Her smile grew wider.

"A human would more than likely ascertain whether what you have heard is positive or negative."

"They're all good things."

"Alright Jo, quit teasing him." Bones piped in, rubbing the back of his neck out of a sign of nerves.

"Well, I'm off to study at Sara's. I'll be 3 floors up if you need me." Her father raised a quizzical brow.

"Alright darlin'." He answered while she leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"It was nice to meet you, Mr. Spock. You'll have to come by another time and we'll all go out for lunch or something.

"That would be agreeable, Miss McCoy." He answered with a nod, the corner of his mouth curved upward.

"Oh, you can call me Jo, or Joanna." She said with another grin. She was halfway out the door before Spock could reply. "See y'all later," she added.

"Be careful," Leonard shouted after her a the door made a 'schinkt' noise and shut on its' own.

He turned back to Spock with a small smirk. "Guess it's just us." he sighed.

"Indeed." Spock answered, in thought before he spoke again. "I did not have a reason for this visit." Spock admitted, his head ducked slightly, tips of his ears turning green.

Bones stepped forward and gently placed a hand on Spock's back, the touch like electric light, steering them towards the couch. "That's alright," His answering smile confirming his statement.

They sat down and got comfortable. "I am glad you stopped by," Leonard added softly. A look of thought, brows furrowed slightly, but so fleeting it passed quickly.

His arms rose, moving faster then any human, and more agile. He wrapped one around Leonard's waist and brought him closer, enjoying the cool feel of his skin. His other hand grasping his shoulder with hot fingers.

The doctor could feel himself blushing as it came up his neck and suffused pink into his cheeks. "Uh, howdy." He cleared his throat and with a speed that could never match the Vulcans he wrapped his arms around Spock's neck.

"Would it be acceptable to ask you if you would be willing to participate in-"

The phone rang. Leonard picked up the PADD off the table and his body tensed, going ridgid, and his eyes widened.

"Fuck my life." He mumbled and sighed. Spock raised a brow at the colorful phrase. "I gotta' answer this. It'll be just a moment."

"Of course." Spock gave a nod.

Leonard picked up the slim phone in the kitchen and took a deep breath before answering. "Hell-"

"Who in the hell do you think you are?" Jocelyn cut off.

"Well, good evening' to you too." He replied while leaning against the counter and crossing one leg in front of the other, an arm coming up defensively to cross over his chest, guarding himself from the dragon lady even if she wasn't there physically.

"Oh don't give me that pleasantry bullshit you southern hick. What the fuck makes you think you're going to get full custody of Joanna?"

Leonard let out another breath and looked up at the ceiling. "Because she's uncomfortable there. She doesn't want to live with you. She wants to finish her senior year in peace."

She made a strangled, enraged sound over the line. "That's BULLSHIT! You're just filling her head with lies! She's HAPPY here. Not with her faggot father!"

"Oh no Joss, this isn't about me. Don't turn this conversation into something it's not. This is about our daughter wand what she wants. You're just upset because the court will grant it to her. She's 17, gonna be 18 real soon. You know she's old enough to make this decision. Has been. You just don't want to face it. Your behavior is stressing her out," His voice started to rise, as he thought about his daughter and the tears in her eyes. Spock rose from the couch as Leonard paced towards the living room. "It's killing her inside that you're self destructive, and she can't do anything to stop it!" His face was starting to turn red as his hand shook, vein in his neck and forehead progressively enlarging.

"I'm only this way because of the HELL you've put me through! Why'd you even marry me? HUH! You were just a selfish prick, wanting a child, can't make a baby with a man, so you went after ME!" She shouted back, Leonard could picture her light green eyes crazed, and shoulders shaking with her anger. He couldn't deny that he wanted Jo, but he had loved this woman.

"Joss-"

"Save it, Leonard. I don't want to hear your fucking speech. Poor you, you can't help who you liked, you liked me too damn bad I wasn't a man!"

"Now you're being ridiculous!" He was mad now, Spock could feel the emotions rolling off of him in waves.

"If you really want to go there, we can talk about how you were out late working every night. I'm not an idiot, so don't treat me like one."

"I was perfectly aware that you knew! Why didn't you stop me? You just stopped caring. Thank God this shit is over. The courts will decide who Joanna goes to. You're more of an unfit parent than I am. If you really want to play that game. I'll go after full custody as well! This little game your playing is over Leonard! Don't fuck around with me anymore!"

"You've gone too far this time, Joss." He said, voice feeling as though it would crack, he was just tired now.

Her side of the line was cut off and he slammed his phone down as he swiped a hand across his face, and sliding down the wall, letting out a gust of air.

Spock rose to sit next to him, cross legged in front of him, hands decisive as he smoothed them over Leonard's face, before they followed the column of his neck and grasped his shoulders. In such a situation, it was unclear what to say.

"What do you require?" Spock asked, voice rumbling through his chest as his dark eyes looked into the hazel pair.

"I don't know." He answered, sighing as he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Spock's shoulders again. Spock uncrossed his legs and Leonard sat between them, he pulled the brunette closer by the small of his back, long fingers against skin since the man's shirt had risen slightly.

"I just want this whole fight to be over with. I know I screwed up. I get that. I just want what's best for my daughter."

"The judicial system will not fail to see that." Spock answered as his hand slid across the doctor's back, rubbing it like his mother used to for him when he was upset.

He felt the sting of tears, a few slipping past as he swiped at them angrily. "it's frustrating" he choked out.

He leaned away to look at Spock imploringly. Those bewitching eyes capturing the Vulcan's gaze. The sight of this man in tears made his heart in his side freeze up, and his throat close. His expression so sad and regretful, yet somehow beautiful, his hair disheveled from running a hand through it and tears clinging to his lashes, unless they fell on his cheeks.

Before the Vulcan full processed the action, his petal soft lips pressed to Leonard's cheek. A soft, chaste, kiss.

Leonard smiled at him through his teary eyes and returned the kiss to Spock's heated cheek.

"Would it be crazy if I asked you to stay?"

"I do not understand why lunacy would be involved in the question."

The doctor chuckled at that, which made the vice on Spock's heart loosen slightly.

"I would not be adverse to the idea, if it is what you desire." He answered, finally.

"Alright." Leonard nodded and brought himself to his feet, offering a hand to help Spock up as well, The Vulcan was perfectly capable of getting up gracefully on his own, but took it, if only for the extra contact.

They sat back down on the couch, and Leonard turned the TV on, before settling on a mindless movie. Spock wrapped a strong arm around the human and pulled him flush, his hand offered as Leonard took it in his own.

With a small smile he pushed Spock to lay back, the Vulcan only allowing him otherwise he wouldn't have been able, and draped himself across the hybrid.

His even breathing soothed his frayed nerves, the hand on his back and the other he was holding, feeling wonderful as calm infused his body, invading his system, welcomingly.

His head was tucked under Spock's chin, nosein the crook of his neck. "Thanks," He yawned. "Uh- what we're you gonna' say earlier?"

Spock blinked once, and composed his face. "Would it be acceptable to ask you if you would join me in a 'date'?"

"Oh." Now it was Bones' turn to blink. Spock suppressed the nerves, so the man he was holding would not feel them. "I would like that. I'd actually like that a lot," He answered with a smirk, looking at Spock while he answered.

His smirk somehow was appropriate on the doctor, the corners of Spock's eyes appeared to smile as well, even if his face didn't change. "Very well. Would sometime this week be agreeable."

"Yeah, no worries-" Leonard let out a yawn as his body slumped closer. "You can't possibly be comfortable on this couch," he mumbled.

"The level of comfort is illogical."

"If you say so."

It was companionably quiet for a few more moments. The hazel eyed male had become a dead weight, his emotions flowing more freely in his dream-induced haze. Spock easily lifted him up.

He turned as he heard footsteps outside the door and spotted Joanna as she walked in, smiling quietly as she nodded some sort of approval, as if this wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

"Goodnight." she whispered.

"Good evening Joanna," he answered as he walked to the back room. He laid the shorter man out on the bed and undressed him of his jeans, boots, and socks, leaving on his plain shirt and Boxers.

He tucked him under the covers, a hand running across his furrowed forehead, smoothing out the worried lines. He turned to leave when Leonard reached for his hand, holding it in his own. "Stay?" He asked huskily in his southern drawl.

Spock swallowed minutely and dipped his head in a nod. "If you are sure."

Leonard nodded. The Vulcan stripped down to his shorts and left his shirt on. Bones lifted up the covers and made room. Once Spock was in his bed he took the liberty of draping himself across the hybrid, cheeks flushing in the dark. "I can sleep better when yer around."

Spock's heart did a flip in his side and he tucked the doctor's head under his chin.

"Then it is only logical that I stay."

"Mhmmmm, night Spock."

"Goodnight, Leonard."

Spock felt the ghost of lips on the column of his throat and heard a soft sigh, legs tangling with Leonard's.

The on time the doctor may have slept with someone and it actually involved sleeping.

What a concept.

He'd worry about the rest later as sleep overtook him and he felt the press of lips on the crown of his head.

A/N: I'm not so sure about he characterizations anymore. Good? Bad? A nice review to let me know? :3 (It was worth a shot.)