Morgan has never been really into science fiction, even when Reid had convinced him to watch a few episodes he couldn't focus on the TV enough to sit still for the whole 45 minutes.

When Morgan falls asleep during a fight scene with the Goa'uld Reid gives up on educating his teammate in the way of speculative fiction. He has never held it against Morgan, after all not everybody likes science fiction, but it would have been nice to have someone he knows to talk to about the merits of, not only the Star Treks, but the Stargates, and even Lost in Space (if we want to cover all of our bases, Reid would even settle for the reboot of Doctor Who, he's not picky) but there are always ComiCon attendees and small groups of people in bars, and he's lived happily like this for most of his life, and he can continue doing it. Really, he doesn't mind.

At least, that's how he explained it to Morgan.

Morgan feels bad about not liking at least one of the shows that Reid is so enamoured with, but they really just don't do it for him and more often than not he finds himself in a different room when Reid finds the Space channel. They've learned to live with their differences, and that's all that can be expected.

In late Portland Reid falls into a pond while chasing an unsub and spends 20 minutes stumbling his way back towards the road. It wasn't his best case, and it left him with an awful head cold.

Reid, in his busy years of life, has never been one to get sick often, none of their team really does, so when it happens and he's forced out of the FBI building with an escort home he resigns himself to making a nest on the couch. Reid surrounds himself with blankets and tea, spending his time watching television and flipping through books when he feels up to it. Most importantly he keeps Morgan at a safe distance out of fear of contamination.

They spend their evening on separate couches, flipping between a never-ending marathon of Frasier and a questionably thought out Bond-a-thon at Reid's insistence. It's between a set of commercials and the ending of another Roger Moore film when Morgan looks over at his boyfriend to ask if he needs anything and finds Reid fast asleep and he figures he can get away with spoiling the genius a little.

As a rule Reid refuses to be treated like anything delicate, and Morgan is well aware that the kid isn't, but Reid also doesn't seem to understand that doing something solely for someone else doesn't always hold bad connotations and that Morgan might actually want to do nice things for him because it's him.

So Morgan leaves his spot as quietly as possible and shuffles about the house, turning on kettles and rearranging cords in the back of the TV. It's not until the lights are dimmed (to a Reid approved brightness) and he has changed into his pyjamas that he pauses.

There is a point in every action that, when you pass it, you cannot retract the action or shy away from it and, if Morgan is being entirely honest with himself, he passed that point back at work when he had bribed Garcia into (nominally) illegal action.

Instead of backing out he breathes deeply, gently nudging himself onto Reid's couch, the blanket he brings to the nest covering the both of them when Morgan finally gets into a position to scoop Reid into his arms.

"What are you doing?" the genius asks, sleep addled and shifting in a failed attempt to look at him.

"Watching TV."

Reid frowns, looking back to the television to review the evasive answer.

Morgan grabs the remote from the side table and flips through the import functions until he finds the one he wants. The TV changes from black and he can feel Reid tense before him.

"I thought you hated Star Trek."

Morgan shrugs, pulling his hand back underneath the blanket and wrapping it around his boyfriend. "But you don't."

"And Kirk helps?" Reid asks knowingly as he leans into the embrace.

"Kirk helps."

-Reiver