Log: Gunner & Dr. Bishop Who: Gunner Crawley and Doctor Bishop. When: January 10. Late night. Where: Base; Medlab ---> Dr. Bishop's room. What: Gunner falls asleep in the Medlab. Again. A log in which Gunner is asleep the entire time.
Earlier that evening there had been many tests to run and notes to take as the Doctor worked with the hydrokinetics. Gunner ha been earnest and worked hard to wrie everything down, and fetching things and measuring things and basically doing whatever Dr. Bishop asked of him to make the tests run smoothly.
When the hydrokinetics were dismissed, and everything was put away, Gunner sat down at the computer and started inputting things into the files saved on computer and made sure all the hard copy notes were complete and clear. He was typing away, and finished them up, and then went to do some of the Doctor's emailing. All of the computer staring, combined with the fact that Gunner had been in the Medlab since seven o'clock that morning made his eyes feel fuzzy and made him feel drowsy. He only meant to rest his eyes when he closed them, but instead ended up falling asleep with his cheek pressed against the keyboard, a line of g's chasing across the blank document on screen.
It had been a very...informative round of tests as far as Doctor Bishop was concenred and by the time they were over he had about five more questions than when he had started. That didn't bother him though, in fact he liked it that way, it gave him fuel for future experiments. He did have a lot to go over though so he left Gunner with the data entry and filing and went to review lab results. Just as he often did, he lost track of time easily and when he finally begin to feel the creeping sense of exhaustion he glanced at the clock and realized it was nearly three in the morning. Three in the morning was as good as any time to quit for the night. Packing up his files and read outs, he was on his way out the door when he noticed Gunner hunched over the keyboard only because his computer was making an irritated noise at having the same button depressed for so long. "Gunner." He called out but the boy didn't move. Clearing his throat, Doctor Bishop detoured from his path to the exit and put his hand on his assistant's back. "Gunner."
Gunner was dead to the world. Well, alive, but as asleep as you could get. His lips were pursed and he breathed a litle bit heavily, making soft little noises as his eyes twitched behind his lids, showing that he was dreaming.
When Dr. Bishop put a hand to his back, he barely stirred. He murmured something that wasn't a word, just a soft noise, but didn't wake up, just incorporating the touch into part of his dream.
Doctor Bishop frowned and silently weighed the pros and the cons for leaving Gunner to sleep where he lay. It meant he would be there in the morning when he was ready to start again, it wasn't his problem on one hand. On the other he wouldn't be well rested so he may not be very effective tomorrow and...there was always the potential he could drool on his keyboard and short it out or something strange. In the end, by the time he made his decision, he looked annoyed and harried. He shrugged his lab coat off, laying it across the desk so he wouldn't forget it tomorrow, and then pulled Gunner away from the desk being careful to interject himself between so he wouldn't fall off. "Here we go," He complained to himself as he slid one arm under Gunner's legs, the other around his shoulders, and hoisted him up off the chair with a little grunt even if he wasn't all that heavy.
Gunner just mumbled again as he was lifted out of the chair. He ettled against the Doctor's chest, head lolling against his shoulder, legs draped over his arms. He didn't seem to mind being picked up, and it definitely didn't wake him. Aside from the little murmurs, and a bit of shifting in the older man's arms, he hardly moved at all. His cheek fell to rest against Dr. Bishops shoulder, pressing against it comfortably as he seemed to snuggle in there and continued sleeping. He was a fairly deep sleeper, most of the time, unless he felt worried or nervous about something. Which he clearly did not in this moment.
Obviously he was a very deep sleeper. It only made Doctor Bishop frown because this definitely would be easier if he could walk. Balancing the boy against him, he ambled out of the room carefully, turning to lock the door behind him before he headed for the elevator.
The Doctor was of the mind to take Gunner back to his room and was all the way inside the elevator and halfway to Gunner's floor when he realized it wasn't likely he would be able to get into his room anyway, especially if the door was locked. He had to try anyway since the alternative was taking Gunner all the way back down to the lab or to his own room, neither were favorable choices.
Gunner's room was all locked up. It was more out of habit than anything. He left the room and locked it. It wasn't that he had a lot of valuables in there. Or any valuables, really. Just his clothes, and a collection of weird stuffed animals, and a few other things. Some random decorations and various print off from the computer scattered about.
As for his key, well that was tucked in the inside pocket of his hoodie, under his lab coat, which would be tricky to get to, especially since it wasn't on a jey rig or anything obvious.
"Come on, Gunner." The Doctor groaned and crouched down in front of his door, leaning against the wall to pat him down. Why couldn't someone walk by and give him a hand? The hallways were deserted. Sure it was late but these were drunkards, perverts, and hoodlums he lived with! This was their time of night! Growing easily frustrated in his own sleepiness, he'd been up for nearly forty-eight hours, the Doctor stood again slowly, shifting Gunner in his arms and headed back for the elevator, back to his room.
He shifted Gunner's weight to his shoulders and with the aid of the wall and a lifted knee, he reached into his pocket for his key and then slid it into the lock, half twisting the knob and half kicking the door open. If he hadn't been tired before he definitely was now.
Gunner had been awake for twenty hours straight, and had only gotten four hours sleep the night before. It was really no wonder that he was out like a light, comortable and warm, even if he had slipped out of REM sleep and back into the regular sleep cycle. It was still a heavy one.
He turned his face, pressing it against the Doctor's shirtfront and mumbling something else incoherent as he was carried around.
"That's great." The doctor answered the mumble with a scowl and kicked the door to his room closed again. He didn't even own a couch so he carried Gunner to his room, to his bed, almost there, and once he reached his destination, he leaned forward to lower Gunner onto his bedspread, quite happy to be free of his weight.
Gunner made a 'mmm' sort of noise as he was set down on the bed, which was much softer and nicer than the computer desk he had previously been asleep at. He sprawled out on his back, lab coat opened along him, hair a mess and falling into his face. He looked innocent, the way almost everyone did when they slept, especiallly with the light imprint of keys on his cheek.
The doctor was still frowning. It didn't stop him though as he stepped out of his shoes before unlacing Gunner's and removing them one at a time. By now he knew he wouldn't wake up. After they were gone, the doctor moved around the bed again peeling the lab coat away and tugging Gunner's arm out of it before moving on to the next limb.
Gunner's limbs flopped around like a ragdoll's. His lashes fluttered a bit, like he might open his eyes. "Sleepy," he mumbled, speaking in his sleep, and not really aware of what he was saying. He was somewhat aware that someone was there, but it was just a subconscious awareness. His arms easily came out of the lab coat sleeves, because it was roomy, and then he flopped back to the bed.
The doctor paused thinking Gunner may have actually woken up a little bit there but when he went right back to sleep again he sighed and rolled his toes. Shaking out the lab coat he tossed it over a chair before returning to his unwelcomed house guest. He unbuttoned Gunner's pants next since no one could really sleep in those, and tugged them down, off his legs.
Those were a little trickier to come off, because Gunner tended towards wearing skinny jeans. He made a noise, and shifted a little bit, trying to roll over onto his side so that he could curl up and get more comfortable. Eventually his pants came free, leaving him in boxer-briefs (black, of course) and his long-sleeved t-shirt.
That would just have to do. The doctor examined his work as he folded Gunner's pants up and set them by his coat. Acceptable. There was just one thing left and that was pulling the blankets from around the boy and sliding them on top, over him. "Hows that?" He asked, not expecting an answer.
The only answer he got was Gunner flopping over to his side and curling up, legs bent, one hand pressing under his cheek. He made a sleepy noise of contentment as he snuggled against the pillow. It smelled nice, although he was only a little bit aware of that. It smelled like the doctor.
Doctor Bishop was about ready to drop himself after that. He went to the bathroom though and brushed his teeth, flossed, and then changed out of his clothes. He traded his suit coat and t-shirt for a plan white shirt for sleeping, his pants for some drawstring cotten ones. He went back to lock the door and then turned out the lights. He knew his way around his room well enough to make it back to his bed and while he wasn't used to sleeping with anyone else, he figured he could make due with half a bed. Sliding under the covers he pulled his pillow against his chest, resting his head on one end as he made himsellf comfortable on his side with his back towards Gunner. It didn't take him long to fall asleep.
Gunner didn't move at first. But little by little he did. First rolling onto his back. And then, a little bit later, rolling onto his other side. As time progressed, he gravitated across the bed, until he had gone from the opposite side to being pressed up against Dr. Bishop's back, nose nuzzling between his shoulder blades.
The doctor, unlike Gunner, wasn't a deep sleeper by any stretch of the imagination and once he began to feel Gunner's breath beating against his back he opened his eyes. He shifted, turned around and pushed Gunner back over to his side of the bed. "Stop it."
Gunner made a displeased noise as he was pushed. It didn't quite accomplish what the Doctor wanted, although it did cause him to roll back onto his back, his lips pulling down in a frown like the man had just taken his teddy bear away.
The Doctor looked at him and tried not to find humor in it. In fact, he tried to go back to sleep. He definitely wasn't a cuddler but he was big on staying on track and taking care of business, even when it meant going to sleep.
Gunner wasn't a total cuddler - he wouldn't snuggle up with just anyone - but his sleeping mind recognized the Doctor as someone he liked. He stayed on his back like that, but fingers brushed against Dr. Bishop's back as if to maintain some contact with his idol.
The light touch was at least tolerable, or not enough to keep the Doctor from falling asleep again. He thought, as he drifted off once more, he should have left a note for Gunner to make sure he didn't wake him up tomorrow and didn't try to do anything like cook breakfast. Waking up to the smell of smoke wasn't a good way to start the day.