gumnut-logic: It was late. The villa was quiet and Scott was tired.But this wasn’t a situation

gumnut-logic: It was late. The villa was quiet and Scott was tired.But this wasn’t a situation where he was struggling with paperwork or tackling the other-side-of-the-planet business. Wasn’t even a rescue.Well, not an International Rescue one, anyway.He was currently sitting on a massive bed belonging to his eldest brother, in a dark room, with the holoprojector the only source of light.That source of light was definitely a B-rater and all Gordon’s fault, as usual. How the fish got movie night rights so often, Scott really should ask John or Eos to investigate because there was a definite case of rigging there somewhere.But really, right now, Scott was too tired to care.He let his head drop back against the headboard and his eyes closed a moment.The light flickered red through his eyelids. Fortunately, the sound had been lowered the moment Virgil fell asleep. Virgil sleep was precious at the moment and they were all happy to oblige whatever it took to get him there.His engineer brother had been clobbered by a massive wooden beam two days ago and was still experiencing the effects of a nasty concussion. Vertigo, exhaustion and headaches were the reason the holoprojector was so dim and the room so dark.It was also the reason why Scott was surrounded by all of his brothers and not just Virgil in Virgil’s bedroom.Alan was sprawled across Scott’s legs, his head almost in a ball of popcorn as he drooled, mouth open, on Gordon’s jeans.His fish brother was curled up next to Virgil, but halfway down the bed, and had faceplanted into the covers. Scott was wondering if he should give him a prod just in case he was suffocating in the quilt.The snores from that direction pretty much comforted Scott on that front, and chances were a good prod would startle the fish enough to faceplant on the floor and honestly, though it would be highly amusing, Scott wasn’t that mean.Well, not tonight.Of course, whatever snoring Gordon was orchestrating, it barely compared to the brass section currently playing on Scott’s collarbone. Virgil was legendary in that department, but considering the difficulties his brother had been having with his sleep, Scott was happy to be his sounding pillow for the moment.If he had slipped his arm around Virgil at some point earlier in the night, it was as much for Scott’s comfort as Virgil’s.Every injury scared Scott silly, no matter the severity. He was just happy to have his brother home and recovering, if slowly.Even John was down for this one. His astronaut brother was lying on Scott’s other side, sharing the Alan blanket. John, being John, was much more elegant in repose. He actually had acquired one of the pillows and was using it for its designed purpose.John didn’t snore. He just whispered from time to time and asked Eos incomprehensible questions. Who knew what the AI thought of this or how often it happened. John had always been a little prone to talking in his sleep in varying languages, much to the amusement of his brothers, but he hadn’t actually tried to have full on conversations before.Scott made a mental note to interrogate Eos on the subject.The ‘projector flickered over to credits and both John and Gordon stirred.Scott held his breath, poking at the controls to start another movie and even out the soundscape. Skipping credits and title sequences alike, he ended up on some old detective movie.His brothers settled and Scott let out a quiet sigh.Virgil snorted in his sleep and curled up closer, Scott an obvious source of warmth.Scott pulled him tighter.His other hand might have nudged up against John. His legs were pinned by Alan and Virgil was a mass of brother all down one side.The only one he couldn’t quite reach was Gordon. But suddenly, as if the fish had read his thoughts, his arm shot out, reached over Virgil, and landed on Scott’s knee.It squeezed once before falling limp, fingers caught in the cotton of Scott’s pyjama bottoms.Scott couldn’t help but smile, biting his lip.On the ‘projector, some guy was found dead and all the characters were dramatically concerned.Scott didn’t notice, he relaxed back against the headboard again and closed his eyes.It was late. The villa was quiet and Scott was tired.But he was also happy.-o-o-o- Ahhhh!!! So many snugglies!! You just can’t beat a Tracy cuddle pile for the warm fluffies.I just love the different characters being reflected in the way they sleep. And biggest bro there watching over them all… ::happy sigh:: ❤️Thankyou for this glorious fluff-fest. -- source link

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