The young doctor sighed wearily as she stepped out of the sick bay. Now that she was sure her father was stabilized, and her mother was with him, she felt comfortable leaving them alone to get some much-needed sleep.

She was surprised, even though she really shouldn't have been, to see the man sitting between her two siblings on the hallway floor. Penny's head was resting on Don's shoulder, his head was on her head, and they were both obviously asleep. Will was fully laying on the ground on his other side, with his feet inches away from the older man.

She crouched in front of him. "Don?" she said gently, placing a tentative hand on top of his dark hair.

"Huh?!" he startled awake, whipping his head up straight to meet her eyes. "Your dad?!" he immediately demanded, but in a whisper, so that he wouldn't scare the other two.

Judy smiled softly. "He's recovering. He'll be fine. Thanks to you-again," she added, recognizing that this wasn't the first time he had saved her father.

"Hmmm" Penny mumbled, stirring awake. "Dad...?"

"He's fine, kiddo," Don told her before turning to Will and carefully shaking his foot. "Hey, buddy. Your dad's gonna be alright. Why don't you go sleep in your bed before you hurt yourself sleeping all curled up like that?"

Will made a grumbling noise similar to Penny, then looked up at his oldest sister. "Can't we go see him?" His voice was gravelly and exhausted. Judy hated seeing him and their sister with dark circles under their worried eyes.

"You can see him," she said, "but he's fast asleep. Mom's with him right now."

Penny stood up and quickly strode over to the medical bay door. Peeking in the window, she breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the peaceful look on her dad's face while her mother slept in a chair next to him, holding his hand.

Will joined her at the window. He was obviously satisfied with the scene before him as well, because he nudged her arm and said, "C'mon, Pen, let's get some sleep. We'll have a lot of cleanup to do in the morning."

Penny groaned. "Don't remind me!" but she followed him down the hall, turning to softly call "Goodnight!" to Don and Judy. Judy said it back, and Don tiredly gave a little two-finger salute. He was still sitting on the floor, with his arms hanging loosely around his knees. He bowed his head forward and closed his eyes, clearly feeling as tired as he looked.

Judy leaned against the wall and slid down to sit next to him, mimicking his position by pulling her knees up to her chest. "Are you ok?" she prodded, obviously trying to examine him without touching him.

"Yes, Doctor," he quipped. "Unlike your irresponsible father, I made sure to suit up before exposing myself to the toxic atmosphere."

Judy didn't say anything in her dad's defense. Even though Don seemed truly annoyed with him, she knew it was coming from a place of concern.

She watched him as he exhaled wearily, now leaning his head back on the wall and staring up at the ceiling. Suddenly, her impulsive decision to kiss him under the mistletoe hours earlier came rushing back into her mind. Taking care of her dad had helped her to forget about it for a bit, but now it was all she could think about. Her cheeks immediately started to tingle.

"You should probably go get some sleep too," she told him. Then, hesitantly, and so quietly that she wasn't even sure if he'd be able to hear her, she added, "I'm sorry about earlier, by the way."

She had ducked her head to look at the floor in front of her, but out of the corner of her eye she could see him swallow hard, his eyes never leaving the ceiling.

"You don't need to apologize, Judy," he said, but he sounded a bit on edge-agitated even. That tone in his voice plus him calling her "Judy" instead of "Doc" or "Princess" to lighten the mood made her think that maybe now wasn't the time for this conversation. After all, they were both tired and probably still reeling from her dad's reckless actions as he tried to save their supply of food.

She turned her head back towards him and was about to say as much when he suddenly looked at her fully. She had never seen him look or sound so serious. She couldn't really tell in the dim nighttime lighting of the hallway, but she thought his ears looked like they might be a little bit red. "Just please tell me it didn't mean anything. Because you know I really like you and all, but I am entirely too old for you." He chuckled humorlessly before returning his gaze to the ceiling and continuing, "Also, there's the whole, 'We're the only people on this planet' thing, so I know you don't have any other options but still, your parents would castrate me if-"

"Don!" she cut off his rambling, burying her face in her hands. She was beyond mortified. "It didn't mean anything!" she moaned quietly into her hands. "It was a random impulse-a whim!" Then, she moved her hands low enough to narrow her eyes in his direction and said, "I blame all the alcohol you gave me."

He inhaled sharply at that. "Great, so it's my fault. Your parents are gonna castrate and eviscerate me-"

She shoved his arm, still not fully meeting his eyes. "Oh my gosh, stop over-reacting. I've never kissed anyone... un-under the mistletoe," she added, not wanting to share the full truth with him. "It didn't mean anything. It was just a silly intrusive thought and I let it win. You know, I've just seen too many stupid Hallmark movies.." She trailed off, because she realized that now she was the one who was rambling. She still couldn't bear to look at him, but she stood shakily, exhausted and embarrassed, feeling like her last nerve was virtually fried and hanging by a thread. "Anyways, I'm going to bed and you should too."

"Hey." He grabbed her hand before she could leave. She stubbornly refused to turn towards him and leaned so she was half-heartedly pulling away, but he held on.

"Dr. Robinson," he said gently, his voice no longer holding the tense tone it had before.

She finally looked at him. His face was sincere, and obviously worried. "We're ok, right?"

Immediately, Judy felt a familiar rush of affection for this man who had become like family over the past seven months. This was why she had chosen to kiss him-even though he could be dramatic and silly most of the time, he made her feel incredibly safe.

She smiled, and replied, "Yes. Let's just pretend that it didn't happen."

Don, clearly relieved, used her hand to help pull himself up off the ground and then playfully bumped her shoulder with his as he gave her a teasing grin. "Good. Cuz I told Debbie what happened, and she said she wasn't ready for a new mommy."

Judy groaned as she finally yanked her hand from his so she could stride away towards her sleeping quarters.

"Goodnight!" Don called cheerfully after her.

She flipped him the bird over her shoulder, which only made him grin harder.