Title: Quitting
By: Perpetual Motion
Pairing: Speed/Delko
Disclaimer: They belong to CBS and whoever came up with them. I just do this shit for fun. Author's Notes: *Waves from the "Dispo Day" bandwagon.* Hey! Bound to happen. Here it is. Summary: He can just stop. (Delko's POV.)

He cleaned his gun every night for two weeks. In the middle of the night, while the stars faded out and crimes were being commited, he would wake up, shake off whatever nightmare he wouldn't tell me about, and go clean his gun.

I woke up every night he did. I'm a light sleeper by nature, and he was muttering and thrashing around so much, I couldn't miss it. I would watch him wake up, peel off his shirt, and walk out of the bedroom. I'd give him ten minutes, and then I'd go after him. He'd be at the kitchen table, gun apart, kit open, the smell of oil clinging to the whole room. I wouldn't say anything, just make us both some coffee and sit across from him, watching as he went through the motions.

We had sex on that table every night he woke up. Hard, and quick, with his fingernails digging into my back, and the table leaving an indention on the back of his legs that I felt with my fingers when he finally drifted back to sleep.

Two weeks to the day, he started sleeping again. I asked him about it.

"How do you just *stop*?"

He shrugged. "It's just how I work."

I held onto him and wondered if he could stop with me as easily.