Title: Nocturnal Musings
Author: Debb
Archive: PK Elite
P/K, Rated G
Note: This is a sequel to my drabble "Boredom", and will be followed by "The Rousting".

Nocturnal Musings

Harry flopped back down on the bed, grumbling to himself about how much everyone ELSE on board slept too much. He sighed, trying to think of something to do that didn't involve filling out reports and wouldn't bother anyone.

Why didn't he have any quiet hobbies?

He could play cards, he supposed. He hated cards. Chess was NOT a great deal of fun when you were playing against the computer and you already KNEW you were going to lose.

He sighed again, mind returning to Tom, as always.

Harry sat up abruptly, digging through the drawer in his bedside table and pulling out his most recent holo image of Tom. He set it on the stand and toggled it on, staring intently at the sardonic expression his friend was wearing.

"What do you think, Tom?" He asked, resting his chin on his hand. "Would you mind if I woke you up in the middle of the night? I mean, it's not as though you haven't done it to me. Many times, in fact, but that was before we were dating. NOW you don't even walk through my door without an invitation.

So, If I wake you up in the middle of the night to.. talk... or something, are you gonna freak on me?"

Harry narrowed his eyes, staring down the image balefully, then laughed at himself.

"Gods, Harry. Must be more tired that you thought. You're talking to yourself," he added, as a warning. "And you know what they say about people who talk to themselves."

He put the image away in it's drawer and flopped down on the bed again.

"To Hell with that!" he exclaimed suddenly, jumping up again. "I know what they say about people who talk to themselves. Those people should damn well find someone better to talk to!" he shouted, snagging a shirt from his closet and throwing it on as he left his quarters.