My excuse for this is "I have a cold, so I gave Jeremy one"
My excuse for posting it here instead of the fic journal is "I don't feel like thinking up a title and writing headers." Nico you may recognize from my previous foray into The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou pre-movie fic, but it's not really necessary to recognize him. Short. No smut.
"There is something growing in my sinuses," Jeremy announced.
Nico rolled his eyes. Jeremy had caught one devil of a cold and had been pissing and moaning for days, to the point his roommates had abandoned him to the tender mercies of his friends. They'd all drawn straws for shifts and Nico's was up.
"Other than snot, I doubt it."
"No, there is," he insisted. "Something... evil. Something alien. It's sending tiny evil tendrils up into my brain as we speak, I can feel it."
Jeremy was waving his hands vaguely in front of his face, no doubt trying to model the growth pattern of a typical brain-invasive entity. Nico snatched a tissue out of the box on the end table and tucked it into one of his hands.
"Blow it out, you'll feel better."
Jeremy sighed and gamely tried to shift the contents of his sinuses, but without much success. Nico sympathized, he hated this stage of a cold, when your head was all full of stuff that refused to go anywhere. Maybe he could prop Jeremy up in the shower later and see if the steam helped any.
"See? It's not ready to be born yet. Maybe it'll take me over and make me carry out its evil plans first, like... whatsit, body snatchers."
"Puppet Masters. And you're too sick for evil plans."
Jeremy sighed again and let his arm flop dramatically off the edge of the couch. "Point. Is the soup done yet?"
"Twenty more seconds."
The microwave dinged and Nico stirred the soup and carried it to the couch, where Jeremy sat up enough to make grabby hands at it.
"When the alien takes over my brain, I promise I'll kill you last."
"You're too kind." Nico settled in the couch next to him and turned on the television. There wasn't much on, so he flipped channels while Jeremy made orgasmic noises over his lunch.
"I should be tired of this by now, right? So not."
"Well, it is the kind with stars."
Jeremy laughed weakly and nudged Nico with his foot. "Right. I knew something was different. What's on?"
"Nothing much, unless you're in the mood for the History Channel."
"Ooo, is it the show with the catapults? I like that one."
"Might be." Nico punched in the channel and settled back against the couch. Looking after Jeremy wasn't that hard, really, mostly keeping him fed and making sure he got enough fluids and keeping track of when he'd last taken a decongestant. Jeremy wasn't always this helpless when he got sick, either, but on top of the stuffed sinuses the cold had gotten to his inner ear and given him tragic dizzy spells.
If by 'tragic' you meant 'Nico giggled himself senseless watching Jeremy walk across a room.'
"God, my head. Aspirin?"
Nico checked the clock above the TV. "Two more hours."
Jeremy moaned. He handed the empty soup cup to Nico, who set it on the end table. "I'm gonna die."
"You're not. C'mere." Nico scooted over to make more room and patted his leg. Jeremy swung around to lay across the couch with his head in Nico's lap, and made a pleased noise.
"Are you putting the moves on me, Nicodemus?"
"Dude, I can smell your breath from here. Plus I don't want your cold."
"I won't be sick forever." Jeremy gave him a vague approximation of his usual come-hither look, and then his face went slack when Nico started rubbing his temples. "Oh, but you can keep doing that. Forever, I mean."
Nico chuckled. He figured Jeremy would last about ten minutes before he dozed off again, probably less. Nico didn't mind. There were no catapults on the TV but he could probably find something else entertaining, and if that failed there was always the book he'd stuck down into the couch cushions after the last time Jeremy had fallen asleep on him.
Nico smoothed his thumbs across Jeremy's forehead and Jeremy mumbled something about eternal gratitude. He figured there were worse ways to spend an afternoon.
"There is something growing in my sinuses," Jeremy announced.
Nico rolled his eyes. Jeremy had caught one devil of a cold and had been pissing and moaning for days, to the point his roommates had abandoned him to the tender mercies of his friends. They'd all drawn straws for shifts and Nico's was up.
"Other than snot, I doubt it."
"No, there is," he insisted. "Something... evil. Something alien. It's sending tiny evil tendrils up into my brain as we speak, I can feel it."
Jeremy was waving his hands vaguely in front of his face, no doubt trying to model the growth pattern of a typical brain-invasive entity. Nico snatched a tissue out of the box on the end table and tucked it into one of his hands.
"Blow it out, you'll feel better."
Jeremy sighed and gamely tried to shift the contents of his sinuses, but without much success. Nico sympathized, he hated this stage of a cold, when your head was all full of stuff that refused to go anywhere. Maybe he could prop Jeremy up in the shower later and see if the steam helped any.
"See? It's not ready to be born yet. Maybe it'll take me over and make me carry out its evil plans first, like... whatsit, body snatchers."
"Puppet Masters. And you're too sick for evil plans."
Jeremy sighed again and let his arm flop dramatically off the edge of the couch. "Point. Is the soup done yet?"
"Twenty more seconds."
The microwave dinged and Nico stirred the soup and carried it to the couch, where Jeremy sat up enough to make grabby hands at it.
"When the alien takes over my brain, I promise I'll kill you last."
"You're too kind." Nico settled in the couch next to him and turned on the television. There wasn't much on, so he flipped channels while Jeremy made orgasmic noises over his lunch.
"I should be tired of this by now, right? So not."
"Well, it is the kind with stars."
Jeremy laughed weakly and nudged Nico with his foot. "Right. I knew something was different. What's on?"
"Nothing much, unless you're in the mood for the History Channel."
"Ooo, is it the show with the catapults? I like that one."
"Might be." Nico punched in the channel and settled back against the couch. Looking after Jeremy wasn't that hard, really, mostly keeping him fed and making sure he got enough fluids and keeping track of when he'd last taken a decongestant. Jeremy wasn't always this helpless when he got sick, either, but on top of the stuffed sinuses the cold had gotten to his inner ear and given him tragic dizzy spells.
If by 'tragic' you meant 'Nico giggled himself senseless watching Jeremy walk across a room.'
"God, my head. Aspirin?"
Nico checked the clock above the TV. "Two more hours."
Jeremy moaned. He handed the empty soup cup to Nico, who set it on the end table. "I'm gonna die."
"You're not. C'mere." Nico scooted over to make more room and patted his leg. Jeremy swung around to lay across the couch with his head in Nico's lap, and made a pleased noise.
"Are you putting the moves on me, Nicodemus?"
"Dude, I can smell your breath from here. Plus I don't want your cold."
"I won't be sick forever." Jeremy gave him a vague approximation of his usual come-hither look, and then his face went slack when Nico started rubbing his temples. "Oh, but you can keep doing that. Forever, I mean."
Nico chuckled. He figured Jeremy would last about ten minutes before he dozed off again, probably less. Nico didn't mind. There were no catapults on the TV but he could probably find something else entertaining, and if that failed there was always the book he'd stuck down into the couch cushions after the last time Jeremy had fallen asleep on him.
Nico smoothed his thumbs across Jeremy's forehead and Jeremy mumbled something about eternal gratitude. He figured there were worse ways to spend an afternoon.