Isabel woke sometime in the wee hours of the morning, blinking in confusion that turned into a smile when she realised where she was ( Read more... )

Seahorse Cabin was quiet and still in the wee hours of Wednesday morning.

Jack was sound asleep, forehead pressed against Cameron's back, one arm resting loosely across his waist.

They really had drunk quite a lot last night.

[locked to Cam]

Three days and he hadn't forgotten anything. That had to be a good sign. Of course, the fact that he was awake in the middle of the night, and not for anything fun, after having been up since five thirty AM, was maybe not so good.

( Whatever. )

Jack is awake. Possibly. Probably.

If anyone wants to apply coffee, he's open.

And he's wearing clothes. No, really.