[Don was in his room, fiddling with the last bits of the alarm-system he'd spent the last several months scrounging up the parts for and putting together.]

[His comm was on his desk, idly prattling away every now and again, but he didn't pay it much mind.]

[Don had made a run for the infirmary, and had nearly dashed all the way back to Mike's room]

[Mike, who hadn't been sleeping properly - hadn't been sleeping at all - since his return.]

[When Don reaches the room again, he's panting a little harshly, but doesn't fumble Mike's keycard as he slides it into the lock and opens the door.]

[Don had it in good confidence that Mike was going to be up here, skating, which was why he'd wandered from the lower decks to the top.]

[He knew when he screwed up. And he knew when just saying, "I'm sorry," wasn't going to cut it. Which was why he'd done some stealth work on Mike's skateboard to reinforce the board, give it better balance, and to ( Read more... )