[Ficlet] Wake Up Call

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Cae's gonna beat me for this. I am totally supposed to be working on something else ;-) But this actually got written in my head driving home from work tonight, so I threw it down on paper, and here it is... Total, non-diabetic friendly, unabashed fluff ahead. The rating is for one tiny, barely noticeable four letter word. 

Title: Wake Up Call
Author: Sun Green
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 318
Disclaimer: Please, if I did own them, ya think I'd have all this time on my hands to write fics about 'em?
Summary: Ryan hates mornings.

“Ryyyyan…”

 

The voice was low and insistent in his ear. Like an annoying little gnat. Rolling over to turn his back on the source of the noise, he buried his face in the pillow.

 

“…mmmph...”

 

A soft chuckle “Come on, sleeping beauty. Wakey wakey...”

 

“…mmmph. Go ‘way.”

 

A light shake of his shoulder this time. Eyes still squeezed tightly shut, he swatted at the hand, as if it were a bug.

 

“Ryan.” A stern note in the voice now. “We have to be in the car in half an hour. Time to get up.”

 

“Ten more minutes,” he mumbled into the pillow.

 

“Now.”

 

“mmmphgowaydonwannalemmelonefucktoogoddamearly…”

 

To his heightened irritation, a snort of laughter. “Was that English?”

 

Maybe if he didn’t make a sound, didn’t move a muscle, the aggravating intruder would just disappear. It was worth a shot.

 

“Okay, Ryan. You asked for it. I’m bringing out the big guns now.”

 

“...mmmph…”

 

The sound of throat-clearing, then a noise so awful, it completely defied description.

 

“Morning is here… the morning’s heeeeeeere…” The high pitched, cracking voice sang lustily into his ear. In his horror, Ryan was immediately jolted from his half-asleep state to complete wakefulness, bolting upright in bed.

 

“Jesus Christ, Col!”

 

The balding Canadian burst into triumphant laughter. “Got you up!”

 

Ryan glared at him. “You know the rule. You are never, never allowed to sing outside of the studio. And only then because Dan makes you. Shit, you could deafen someone with that voice.”

 

Colin smiled smugly, utterly unfazed. He bent to drop a kiss on the top of Ryan’s sleep-tousled head. “Bagels okay for breakfast?”

 

“Whatever,” Ryan mumbled ungraciously.

 

“No, my pleasure, really,” Colin replied cheerfully, heading for the bedroom door. “See you downstairs. Hey, maybe we’ll get to do a hoedown today!”

 

With an exasperated sigh, Ryan rolled his eyes and cursed the cruel fates that had made him fall in love with a morning person.