Thirteen Nights in Hell

Chapter 3: Turkey anyone?

By: ChaoticSpecter

A/N: I thought I posted this chapter a long time ago. Sorry. Chapter four is in the works. Happy reading.

Tai walked into the apartment to find Yamato sitting in the middle of a futon that he had dragged into his livingroom. "What the hell...?"

"I figured we'd just sleep in here. Since I'm just going to have to drag you back later."

"You're just so sure my idea won't work tonight, you bastard," Taichi said throwing himself on the futon.

"No, I'm just sure I won't go to sleep." Taichi glared. "You can't argue with fact. I haven't slept for two months."

"You've slept."

"Yeah, no more than a couple hours out of the night."

"That's still sleeping."

"Yeah. Two hours. I feel so fucking refreshed."

"Whatever, jackass," Taichi said rolling off the futon and walking out of the room. When he walked back into the room, he was dressed for bed and carrying a bag.

"What's that?" Yamato asked eying the bag suspiciously.

"You'll see," Tai said heading for the kitchen. He emerged a few minutes later holding a serving tray.

Yamato raised himself from the futon, interest peaked as Taichi set the tray down in front of him. "What's all this?"

"A possible cure."

"It's just tea and snacks, Taichi."

"No. It's chamomile tea, which is supposed to be calming. I also added lavender for scent as well as taste. And these aren't snacks. They're turkey sandwiches. Turkey has tryptophan which helps the body sleep," he said a smirk firmly plastered across his face.

"I suppose all this other junk is supposed to help me sleep too," Yamatp said gesturing to the bowls of popcorn and chips and the candy bars occupying the tray.

"Uh...sure," he said smiling sheepishly. They settled themselves on the futon and began the nightly ritual of channel surfing.

"You know this is a nice snack. I don't think it'll help me sleep, but it was nice."

Taichi glared. "Stop being so pessimistic. You haven't even digested it yet. Give it time to work."

"If this doesn't work...," Yamato growled threateningly.

"Shut the hell up, Yama. And turn the channel. I'm sick of this Turbo Jam infomercial. If I see it one more time I'm going to kill somebody."

Yamato laughed. "It is pretty damn annoying. It's almost worse than those Fitness Made Simple commercials."

"Yeah. The only thing keeping it from being so annoying is the lack of John Basedow."

"Taichi."

"Yes."

"We wouldn't even be watching this crap if you could get me to sleep. But no, you don't even try," he finished bitterly. Tai threw a handful of popcorn at him and flopped down on the futon in response. Yamato lie on his side facing him, "I don't mean to be so short with you about this, Tai-chan, but I'm serious. If you can't help me, no one can."

Taichi sighed dramatically as Yamato slowly dragged his through his hair. "You make it sound like a life or death situation."

"It is," Yamato said glaring.

"Some people survive on less sleep than you, Yama."

"Fuck them. This is about me. If I don't get a full night of sleep sometime soon, I'm going to start hurting people."

"You already hurt people," Taichi said, a wry smile on his face.

"I meant physically," Taichi laughed in response.

TBC.......