A/N: Before reading I want you to know I have a headcannon that Scaramouche's powers come from that electro mark on his back and it's also very sensitive (If let's say you pinch it, for him it will feel like you just stabbed it 😘). I wanted to say that so no one gets confused when they read the story.
For a few days now, Scaramouche has been pretty low on sleep since there was a lot of work to do that month with new recruits, paperwork etc. After he finished training some new recruits he was informed that his work was done for the day. Scaramouche was relieved and left the training grounds without hesitation. He debated about going to the library or his room but ultimately decided to go to his room.
He entered his room and flopped on his bed. He laid there for a while trying to fall asleep but there was too much noise outside. He obviously got irritated, but then again he gets irritated from basically everything. He sat up and just stared at a wall for a few seconds thinking about what he should do, then he thought of something a little risky. He wondered if he could maybe sleep in Dottore's lab on the hospital bed. He's done it before so it shouldn't really be a problem right? Well it could be. He could be really busy, have another patient on the bed right now or, if Dottore let's him sleep in his lab, he might hear some screaming in the background while Dottore does his freaky experiments on people.
Anyway, he might as well try. He exited his room and went towards the room at the end of the hall. That's where Dottore's lab was. Inside, the room looked pretty normal with a couch, bookshelf, a fireplace and a desk with a bunch of messy papers on it. This wasn't the exact place where the lab was though, sure, it was in the room, but not where Scaramouche was right now. He went over to the couch and stepped on a crooked tile that was next to it. Then the couch moved over and revealed a secret trapdoor under it. He opened it and went inside.
Since Dottore's lab was underground, no noise from upstairs or the outside could be heard from it. That's why Scaramouche liked it so much when he was there, except for when Dottore was doing his experiments on him. Scaramouche walked down a lot of stairs before getting to a final metal door that required a password to open. Scaramouche typed it in and entered the room. He saw Dottore there working on some paperwork and no one seemed to be in the room. He quietly made his way towards him and looked at what he was writing. Dottore was so immersed in his work he didn't even notice Scaramouche. It was only after Scaramouche tapped him on his shoulder that he noticed.
―Scaramouche? What are you doing here?
―I wanted to ask if I could sleep an hour or two here.
―Wow, never thought you would willingly come here to ask me that. Remember the first time you slept here I literally had to drag you in here because you thought it'd be gross with dead bodies everywhere! Dottore said as he laughed while looking at Scaramouche who was even more irritated now.
-Just answer the damn question.
-Sure, sure, sleep how much you want. Dottore answered with a smile on his face that he knew Scaramouche hated.
Scaramouche groaned and went towards the hospital bed.
-Hey wait! Dottore exclaimed.
-What now?
-There's some pyjamas in the bathroom for u to change in if you want. Dottore said with an even bigger smile on his face this time.
-Whatever..
As Dottore went back to writing Scaramouche went into the bathroom.
He found a light blue t-shirt and light blue shorts neatly folded on a bin which he figured were the pyjamas. He took his clothes off and put on his pyjamas. He exited the bathroom and got on the hospital bed. He laid down on his side facing Dottore and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.
While Scaramouche was sleeping, one of Dottore's older segments walked into the room. (He looked like Dottore in the manga).
-Hey, the guy in the other room died. The segment said.
-Hm? How so? You were feeding him regularly right?
-Eh... The segment scratched the back of his head.
-Are you serious.
-I'm busy too you know! I dont sit on my ass all day!
-Is that directed to me? Dottore clicked his tongue.
-Wow you figured it out, do you want a cookie?~
-How about you get the fuck out? Dottore said, now angry.
-Oh please, you should be used to people with an attitude considering you see that twink almost every day. Hold on, is that him right there?
-"Wow you figured it out, do you want a cookie?"
-Morherfucker-
-Can you guys shut the hell up?! Scaramouche yelled, awake because of those two.
-Oh sorry doll, SOMEONE woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
Dottore said, while the segment gave him an angry look.
-Fuck you both. Scaramouche turned and now his back faced Dottore.
-The hell are you even doing here anyway? The segment asked Scaramouche.
-Why do you care?
-Does it hurt to tell me considering your mouth is running all day?
-Shut the fuck up already, no one wants you here anyway!
-Yeah yeah, whatever drama queen.
