Red Vs Blue Book of One-Shots

Are you today's date? Because you're a 10/10

Wash was a very reserved individual with little to no toleration for idiots. When he was stuck with the Blues and Reds, he would've honestly been beaten to death by Carolina.

It's not everyday where they're all asleep, no noises, no late night snacks, nothing.

Wash is usually the one to use this to his very own selfish advantage.

The Ex-Freelancer did a bit of reading done, studied up on a few skills, worked out without lieutenants constantly bothering him, and just... Sat there at times. Most people would call it odd, some would call it unnaturally introverted.

Wash didn't care; he liked it.

Being able to actually think without hearing a voice that he's been stuck with for years was a heavenly relief, and he wasn't one to give up the things that he easily.

And thus causes this current conflict.

However, before I can explain it to you, let's start with the setup.

Tucker was known to be a loud snore-fest. Every single night, Wash could hear every snort and breath between the horrible quality walls, and that's what started his routine of becoming a night owl. After exactly 4:57am, Wash started to pick up on the fact that when the clock struck neigh, the snorting would stop.

Exactly at that time.

Wash didn't know why, probably didn't want to know why, and most likely didn't care why. It was just nice to have a break.

At least, his thoughts were here until he stayed past his normal quiet time.

He was currently reading Sphere AWESOME BOOK YES) when he walked in.

Tucker had his baggy-shirt-and-boxer PJs on, and had his head down as he stumbled his way to the kitchen.

"Tucker, what the hell are you doing?" Wash asked as he got up to follow him.

No response.

"C'mon, you can be up right now. Don't you have a meeting with Kimball tomorrow?"

Not any sign of life besides breathing and standing.

Wash sighed and was about to raise his voice when he realized that Tucker would never go out in public wearing something besides armor and something publicly appropriate for a flirt.

He was sleepwalking.

Now, Wash didn't know much on the subject, but he has learned a couple things.

1: I don't think you're supposed to walks them up?

2: Try walking them back to their bed.

3: Don't let them fall just because you're trying to take a blackmail picture.

"Tucker, why don't you go to bed, okay?" Wash whispered.

Tucker didn't seem like he was in any form to respond, to his surprise, he nodded.

Wash didn't really know how to guide him, so he grabbed his hand and began leading him down the hall like a blind wagon.

Not hand-holding.

It's completely straight.

I think.

Wash lead him to his dorm, and found the key stuck in the crack between the door and the wall.

How convenient.

Wash opened the door, throwing the drunk-like figure in, and made sure he was laying on his stomach.

Wash gave a self-five to the best person ever, because he was successful as all hell.

Take that Carolina.

~Next morning for awkward cockatiels. Yes, cockatiels. Not lovebirds. Lovebirds are actually 70% evil and 30% feathers~

Tucker stumbled into the kitchen that morning with so many bag under his eyes that he looked like something out of Beetlejuice. Wash looked up to see him try and work the coffee machine, and chuckled when he missed putting the materials into the right compartments.

"Having some trouble there, Tucker?"

"Screw off blondie." Tucker grumbled, acting like what most resembled a toddler. Wash nodded, and continued to drink from his horrible, unwanted breakfast.

"On a more serious note, do you need more sleep? I can give you today off, but that's only if you do nothing but sleep-"

Tucker had never gotten down on his knees faster in his life.

Bow Chicka Bow Wow intended.

"I WILL PAY YOU MY SOUL IF YOU LET ME SLEEP PLEASE LET ME LIVE OH MY GOD PLEASE!"

The cat-man paused, thinking about it, and then laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face. Tucker took it as a huge sign of relief, and place his head in the floor with happiness.

Finally, Tucker had gotten a day off. Finally, Tucker had gotten to see the hidden smile of David Washington.

The Captain jumped up to hug Washington, only to have a pat on the back.

"I'm kidding. You're going ten extra laps."