Waking up on the bed to the feeling of dull sunlight on his cheek, Daniel notices Michael still fast asleep next to him.

He gets up quietly, giving Michael a kiss on the cheek as he does so, before taking a look outside one of the many windows.

It is getting dark outside, and unusually for him, there is no sound of any bombs, gunshots, screams or fighting to be heard.

He wonders out of the room, and as he turns the corner, he can hear the sound of clanging, followed by a drilling noise coming from the stairs echoing from engine room one.

Cautiously he follows the sound.

Popping his head around the corridor and much to his relief he sees Oliver fixing the electric panelling.

“Give us a hand” Oliver beckons him noticing he is nearby.

Daniel walks over and holds up a panel for him as Oliver drills it back into place.

“Looks like this will take all night” he states.

“Yeah ahhhh” Daniel replies yawning.

“You don’t sleep very well do you?” Oliver asks.

“Not really” he replies.

“Michael still sleeping?” He continues to ask.

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“Yeah” Daniel replies sheepishly and rubs his eyes.

“I just have nightmares of all the people I’ve lost” Daniel mutters.

“You’ve still got Michael, try thinking about the positives, might help you sleep better” Oliver tells him with a smile and a pat on the shoulder.

“What about you, do you have a significant other?” He asks.

“There was this girl, most beautiful person you have ever seen, she had the most wonderful laugh” he replies.

Daniel listens quietly to Oliver and notices a childlike joy of happiness he hasn’t seen him display before.

“She made me so happy, I sort of, lost all my insecurities when I was with her, we were engaged to be married” he continues and sighs on the last part.

“Were?” Daniel asks.

“She died, as a result of one of these things” he replies much to the shock of Daniel.

“You mean, a Sky Scraper?” He asks.

“Yep” Oliver mutters.

“That’s so sad” Daniel states softly.

“Life goes on” he tells him with a sigh.

“Dan, I’m gonna be here quite a while, you’re safe here, go and try to get a good night’s sleep” Oliver instructs him.

“Ok” he replies and walks back into the corridor.

He walks past a large window stopping for a moment to look outside, curious he has a look inside the room with the three chairs and large guns positioned outside.

The ventilation system has done its job, even after eight years there is only a thin layer of dust covering everything.

This distraction reminds him that this place is not a sanctuary, but a deadly war machine.

Reaching the stairs again he hesitates for a moment, and decides to have a look inside a large hanger further down the aircraft, it is dark inside as he walks in to take a look.

Suddenly the hanger lights come on startling him, he can't quite believe his eyes and stumbles backwards.

Drones, similar to Angelus, easily a hundred of them hang from the celling.

"Now you're starting to get it" Oliver mutters to himself keeping an eye on Daniel on a tablet next to him.

Done with his exploration for the night, he heads back up the stairs and into the living quarters.

Giving Michaels hair a ruffle, he snuggles up to him and attempts to sleep.

“I have troubled dreams too” Oliver mutters before carrying on with his drilling.