"Hey, Mid..."
The Midnighter blinked. Rolling over, he saw Apollo propped up on one
elbow, eyeing him playfully. The window over Apollo's shoulder held an
enormous swath of the shadowed earth, glowing brightly along its
Eastern edge. Apollo's pale hair fell to the side of his face, with part
tucked behind his ear. The flyaways along the edge of it shone faintly in the
growing light from the window, and seemed to echo the awakening planet
beyond. Midnighter called this Apollo's 'do-unto-me-before-I-do-unto-you,'
look.
"Yeah?"
"If you were going to sleep with another member of this team, who would it be?"
Midnighter sat up, and looked at Apollo squarely.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Hypothetically, I don't exist."
"That's a thought to ruin my morning." Midnighter scratched the
stubble on his jaw, and considered.
"It has to be someone from the Authority?"
Apollo nodded.
"Then you're asking me if I'd rather sleep with the Doctor or
Jack Hawksmoor, and being able to imagine the Doctor's personal hygiene,
that's a damn simple choice." chuckled Midnighter.
"Me too." grinned Apollo.
"Hey! I didn't say I *wanted* to sleep with him..." Midnighter
pointed out.
"Why not?"
"I respect the man. Besides-" Midnighter broke off, and eyed Apollo
for a
moment.
"You want me to be Jack Hawksmoor." he realized.
"Would you?"
"All right."
~Fin~
Back to main list.