Wishful Thinking

Syd walked in the door of the apartment she shared with Jack and stiffly pulled off her jacket. She was tired and couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so exhausted. Well, the last time that hadn't involved getting her ass handed to her anyway. They'd been plagued by prank calls all day, but they couldn't afford to ignore any call-out in case it was genuine and as a result they'd spent most of the day being run ragged, yanked from one side of the city to the other. While she didn't know what the other three would be doing, although she had a sneaking suspicion that she knew, all she wanted right now was to collapse in bed and let Jack soothe the aches away.

That plan turned out to be wishful thinking. Jack was just as exhausted as she was and as neither of them apparently had the energy she reluctantly had to discard the idea. Despite that, having Jack warm and solid at her back, she began to relax anyway.

"Night Syd," he mumbled, dropping a tired kiss on her shoulder and squirming a little until he was comfortable.

"Goodnight."

Safe in Jack's arms and already worn out, sleep didn't take long to claim her.

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