"Thanks Jailbot. Get it done by the end of the day, yeah?"

I heard Jailbot beep confirmationally in response to the Warden's voice and I shifted, raising my head from the bed and yawning. "Was' goin' on?"

The Warden pulled me against his side and snuggled me gently. "Don't worry about it, sweetie." I tried to be sassy, but all that came out was a prolonged grumble/whine. "I know, I know..." The Warden rubbed my arm and kissed my temple, his touch gradually nudging me towards awake.

"Don't like waking up," I stretched out like a cat, giving a short shake before blinking open my eyes and giving the Warden a sleepy smile. "Hey~"

He grinned, leaning forward to kiss me. I let him, reaching up to grab at his pajamas, my grip sleep-weak. He pulled away, rubbed our noses together, and said, "C'mon. Let's take a shower."

I saw no problem with that. "Mmkay."

~~~
Much later, back in bed with wet hair, I laughed and pushed the Warden away. "Alright, alright, enough! Jeez, you wanna keep me here all day?"

He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head, kissing my neck on one of the bite marks he'd left. "That was the plan, yes."

"Warden!"

He giggled, a surprisingly childish sound. "Fine, fine. Let's go to my hobby room!"

"Hobby room?" I tipped my head and he nodded, laying down on top of me and laying his head on my breasts.

"Mmhmm. Where I put my hobbies."

"Warden, I swear, if it's just a room with a bed it in, I'll kill you."

He giggled and hid his face against my chest. "No bed, but there is a train."

I ran a hand through his black hair. "Well, I'm sold. Big enough to ride?"

"Yes, yes I am."

"Warden!" I smacked the back of his head and he laughed, snuggling further against me and reaching up to grab my hand.

"We can go in a minute," he murmured. "You're so warm... An' soft..."

I ran my free hand through his hair again, humming an agreement. "Okay, but only a minute," I said before falling asleep.

~~~
I woke up first, stretching my arms above my head and yawning. Blinking, I looked down. The Warden hadn't moved an inch. His face was pressed against my breasts, one gloved hand tucked close to his cheek. He shifted, muttering to himself, before settling back down with a soft sigh of pleasure. Gently, trying not to wake him, I ran a hand through his hair, petting him like a beloved dog. He looks so much more peaceful when he sleeps, but then, I suppose everyone does.

"Warden." I said his name quietly and he stirred. "Warden." His eyes blinked open and he looked up at me before grunting and hiding from the light of the morning sun that streamed through the windows. "Come one, baby, time to be up."

He took a deep breath and stretched, pushing himself up on his elbows and looking down at me. His expression was soft and when he ran one hand up my bare side his touch was gentle. "Good morning... Or, afternoon. I'm not sure which it is..."

I laughed quietly and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Probably afternoon. I'm ready to leave this room now Warden, mmkay? Stop trying to distract me."

He grinned sheepishly. "That obvious?"

"That obvious."

"Well," he said, pulling a gun out of nowhere. "Nothing left for me then." He put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. There was a loud bang and an explosion of confetti, the small squares of paper blocking my view. When it all settled I wasn't that surprised to find us both fully dressed. He grabbed my hand and tugged me off the bed. "Come on, let's go find something to do."

He dragged me out of the room and down hallways, taking seemingly random turns until we eventually arrived at a door made of elaborately carved dark oak. The Warden pushed the door open and bundled me inside. "Wow." I looked at the high-roofed room with something close to awe. "Quite a hobby room."

"I have a lot of hobbies." The Warden grabbed my hand and tugged at me gently until I walked by his side. "I'll show you around."

-The Twins' P.O.V.-
"It seems the Warden is quite fond of his new lady friend."

"Indeed."

We watched as the Warden played around with the woman, a half smile on our faces.

"Perhaps we should mix things up a bit." One of us said.

The other of us nodded. "I agree."

The Warden pulled his lady close. They smiled at each other and one of us snapped a picture. Tucking it in a paper airplane with coordinates on its wings, we sent it off. There was a slight pressure on us as we teleported back to our place where we watched the progression of the paper plane across miles and miles of landscape.

"This will make for quite the interesting show," one of us said, fiddling with the control board until the camera moved to the plane's destination.

"Yes," we agreed, "interesting indeed. However it turns out."

We smiled, wondering briefly which way this dimension's destiny would go. Taking each other's hand, we teleported away, taking places on the backs of birds and flying side by side. Perhaps we meddle a bit too much, but it's just so fun to watch the two-brows scramble.

-Doctor Cotter's P.O.V.-
A paper airplane drifted through my window and I picked it up curiously. Normally such a thing would hold no interest for me, but when a paper airplane flies through a closed window and lands on your desk, you should probably pay attention to it.

A series of numbers, coordinates perhaps, were printed on the wings and something was tucked inside the folds. I removed it carefully. It was a photograph of two people, a man and a woman. The woman had (H/L) (H/C) hair and a rather pleasant face, while the man looked a bit like an overgrown child, with soft cheeks and a button nose. I'm not quite sure, but the man may have a gap in his front teeth...

Wait a second. A gap in his front teeth. Purple and yellow clothes, black hair, and those glasses... It can't be.

And the girl! The hair color was right and that face so resembled her mother's.

My heart pounded in my chest, so hard that for a moment I feared a sudden heart attack that would render this finding useless. I do not know who or what sent this plane to me, but I think it may be a gift from God himself.

I leapt up from my desk, just barely catching the chair before it crashed backwards and to the ground. Almost falling in my haste, I sprinted to the phone as best as my rather round figure would allow and ripped it off the hook, dialing with an almost frantic speed, hopping from foot to foot while the ring trilled in my ear. "Pick up," I muttered, resisting the urge to bite my nails. "Come on, come on, pick up!" I'd never smoked in my life, but I suddenly felt like I needed a cigarette.

There was a soft click! as the phone was picked up on the other side. "Doctor Cotter?" The voice was thick with a German accent. "Vhat do you vant?"

"I've found them, Manuel."

A silence. Then, "Them?"

"Yes!" I could barely keep my voice steady enough to be understood. "Both of them! They're together!"

"Together? Really? Then it came together after all... I vill be right there. Ve must tell Herr White that Professor (L/N)'s plans came to fruition after all."

"Indeed we must." I nodded even though I knew Manuel couldn't see me.

"And Cotter?"

"Yes?"

"Keep this information to yourself. Our side much reach them first, understand?"

"Of course. See you in a little bit Manuel."

"Auf weidersehen."

There was a click as the line was disconnected. Dizzy with excitement, hands shaking with it, I hurried to grab my coat.