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Roy wakes up to the sound of explosions. He squints at the clock and refuses to acknowledge the too bright 3:27am staring back. With a grunt, he rolls back over to block out the sound of whatever film Phoebe’s decided to watch in the middle of the night. His right hand reaches out to steal the pillow that Jamie always ends up with and -
Where the fuck is Jamie?
The silence from the other side of the bed should have been a clue, but Roy needs significantly more caffeine before he can think clearly. And there is never enough caffeine before sunrise, as much as he likes to pretend that he’s wide awake when he makes Jamie go running at 4am.
He finally drags himself out from under the blanket and stumbles into the hallway where the sound of explosions has given way to the sound of muffled giggling. The floor creaks as Roy tries to quietly limp down the stairs and the sudden lack of voices means he hasn’t succeeded at sneaking up on the pair who are curled up on the couch under Jamie’s oversized hoodie watching…
“Why the fuck are you watching Star Wars at 3am?”
Phoebe looks up at him. “It’s Star Wars Day.” Roy can’t tell if she’s been practicing that innocent voice or if the logic makes perfect sense to her nine year old brain.
“Yeah, old man, it’s Star Wars Day, why aren’t you watching Star Wars right now?” Definitely the former, considering that Jamie is using the exact same tone and the two of them really do spend way too much time together.
“Shove over then,” Roy growls, surrendering to the inevitable. He briefly thinks about arguing, but it’s still too early and he’s seen Star Wars enough times that there’s a solid chance he’ll fall back to sleep. The couch isn’t as good as the bed, but Jamie is warm against his side, and the last thing Roy hears is the hum of lightsabers and Jamie saying something about X-Wings versus TIE Fighters.
When Roy wakes up the second time, he’s stretched out with a blanket thrown on top of him and the television is off. Jamie is nowhere to be seen, but Phoebe is at the other end of the couch, sound asleep. He carefully stands up and immediately sits back down when his knee reminds him that sleeping anywhere but a bed is a terrible idea.
He must make some sort of noise because Jamie’s head pokes out of the kitchen.
“Coffee?” he asks, already holding the mug.
Roy reaches out a hand, still refusing to try standing up again, and grabs the arm not holding the coffee.
“Explain. Now.”
Jamie blinks innocent eyes at him.
“Star Wars. 3am. WHY.”
They both glance toward Phoebe, and Roy sighs before letting Jamie help him up and carefully climb the stairs.
Ten minutes later Roy doesn’t know whether to laugh or curse or punch someone in the balls. “So you really never watched Star Wars as a kid?” He asks as he sips the almost forgotten mug of glorious caffeine.
“Nope,” Jamie answers. “Tried once. Got bored.”
“Not even the new ones?” Roy knows he isn’t the biggest fan of the films, but even he’d gone to the cinema to see them on opening weekend.
“Those the ones with the hot pilot and the guy with the hair?”
This time Roy can’t help rolling his eyes. “You are a failure of mainstream culture.” He puts the empty mug on the night table and rolls onto his side. “How far did you and Phoebe get before she fell asleep?”
“Finished the first and second ones, and about halfway through the third.”
“You mean the fourth and fifth.”
Jamie frowns. “First and second. Phoebe says they’re the old ones.”
Roy will hold onto that argument for later. “Have you met the Ewoks yet?” he asks instead.
“What the fuck is an Ewok?”
The third time Roy wakes up it’s just past noon.
Jamie is asleep next to him.
They’d finished Return of the Jedi, had a heated disagreement about whether to watch the prequels or sequels next, and ended up too distracted to care anyway.
He finds the remote, half under Jamie’s pillow, and presses a kiss to Jamie’s forehead, before clicking play on the next film. The Phantom Menace has never been his favourite of the series, but Roy’s pretty sure that Jamie will love Jar Jar and since Roy loves Jamie, he’ll put up with it.
Jamie’s eyes flicker open and Roy catches the moment he realises what’s on the television screen.
“Can we do this every Star Wars Day?” Jamie asks.
“As long as it’s not the middle of the fucking night next time,” Roy replies.
Jamie glances at the screen and looks back at Roy with a smirk. “Depends what else we’re doing at 3am then.”
By the time the film ends, neither Roy nor Jamie have paid it any attention whatsoever.