SOMEBODY ORDER A WAKE-UP CALL?

There were very few times that RED base was completely quiet. Usually, there was at least someone rustling about no matter what time it was - but on the rare occasions that it was dead silent, it never stayed that way for long. One such instance began just after the sun had risen, and it should have come as no surprise that Wes was the one rummaging around.

He was always up this early. He'd been up for an hour already, and thinking to himself that it was high time the rest of the team start their day, he decided to take it upon himself to start waking them up. One by one. In his own little way that was by no means little. Or quiet.

The fact that he started with Daniel shouldn't have come as a surprise, either. He was always the hardest to wake up, when he didn't get up all on his own - and if the way Wes was grinning was any indication, it was about to get a lot easier.

He wasn't worried about being quiet when he turned the doorknob and let himself into the kid's room. (There was Daniel's first mistake, right there - Lock your damn door, son. Don't want any unwanted visitors takin' their own initiative and lettin' themselves right on in. S'not right.) But strangely enough, the only sound was that of the door clicking shut behind him when he stepped inside, paired with the form sprawled across the bed snoring fit to wake the dead. He wondered, very briefly, how the rest of them got any sleep with that kind of ruckus - but as with most of his trains of thought, if it didn't deal directly with blowing something to smithereens or knocking heads off with his trusted shovel, it didn't stick around for long.

It took all of five seconds for him to decide the proper way to wake the kid up.

Plan execution in three, two, one ..

"RISE AN' SHINE, PRIVATE! S'A BRAND NEW DAY AN' THERE'S SOME BLUS THAT NEED TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON IN PAIN!"

And suddenly, there was one fiendishly grinning Soldier flying through the air, landing right in the middle of the bed and subsequently on top of an unsuspecting Scout. The latter was awake as soon as that booming voice had broken through whatever it was he'd been dreaming about - something about motorcycles, and chasing baseballs at ninety miles an hour down a stretch of two-lane blacktop and holy fuck what da shit is goin' on in here man -

There were arms and elbows everywhere. Quite a bit of flailing. A muffled grunt when a knee found its way to Wes' stomach and he found himself briefly flipped over onto his back with a now-fiendishly-grinning Daniel sitting on his legs. That mess of blond hair was sticking up every which way, and two-toned eyes flashed with more than just a little bit of mischief as he moved to pin the older man with just the weight of his body above him. Nothing was said - at least, nothing that could have even tried passing for English until there came a barked-out "don't think so!" and the world was suddenly upside-down again.

When they crashed into the floor, the mound of blankets that had been on the bed came with them, and somebody had hit their head on the nightstand on the way down - if the muffled curses that followed were any indication, anyway.

"Give it up, boy! Not gonna win this one!"

"Ain't nothin' to win, old man! I got dis!"

More flailing. There had been a glass of water sitting on the desk across the room that was now on the floor, its contents now soaking into the carpet and the glass itself looking rather forlorn on its side in a far corner. Legs were tangled in sheets, and there wasn't so much movement going on as a general shuffling about and Daniel trying to get himself out of the sleeper hold that he'd somehow found himself in. Arms were locked around the other man's ribcage, and he squeezed with everything he had in him - it was just too bad that all he got in return for it was a wheezed laugh and a tightening of the hold on his head.

"Give up?"

"Not on yer fuckin' life -"

"Pardon, gentlemen. But is zhis much noise zhis early in ze morning necessary?"

They both looked up to find a maskless Adrien standing in the doorway, arms folded over his chest and a rather .. unamused look adorning his features. Behind him, both Tavish and Lucas were looking on with bleary eyes, and behind them was a very confused-looking Dominik. Everyone in question looked as though this was not the alarm they preferred when being called to start their day, and the two in the floor simply offered a pair of sheepish grins in return. Wes finally let go and sat back on his heels, ruffling Daniel's hair just enough that it stood even more on end. There was a swat for that, but it didn't connect.

"Hey, I had to wake him up somehow! Kid sleeps like the damn dead!"

"'Ey, how d'ya know I wasn't about t'get up? I'm usually runnin' circles around the rest of you fuckers before ya can even roll outta bed!"

"Be zhat as it may -" Adrien simply sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger, and off to the side, Lucas was trying to hide a yawn behind his hand. "Breakfast will be ready soon. I suggest you wrap zhis .. whatever zhis is up."

He turned on his heel and walked off. The other members of their team followed suit, and Daniel just sat there in the floor snickering. There was a brief pause, and Wes shoved at the boy's shoulder as he pushed himself to his feet, just barely dodging a return kick to his shin. "You heard the man. Don't want him gettin' his panties in a twist if we're late for grub. C'mon."

"Yeah, yeah."

It should have come as no surprise that after that, it became customary to wake Daniel up by taking a flying leap into the very middle of his bed. While he was still in it.

And if RED base started feeling a little bit more like home after that, there was no way in hell he was going to admit to it. But nobody had to know that.