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For the clever taffimai, some Wes/Giles that I don't often write. :) A little Wes with the flu hurt/comfort fic. No warnings to speak of. Enjoy the fluff! ~400 wds.
Even on the Hellmouth, Sometimes a Spade is Just a Spade
Wesley had sneezed, Wesley had coughed. Wesley had researched.
He pulled apart their combined Watcher library looking for the antidote to this venom, poison, slime or ooze that must have gotten on him while patrolling last night in the damp fog. He had to find the antidote. He felt miserable! And where was Giles? At the grocer getting medicine of all things! There was no way in the Hellmouth that something this awful could not be evil.
He would just have to find the cure on his own.
Hours later he was in the same position he started in only his back had cramped up and he couldn’t move, he felt cold and then immediately felt hot. It had to be demonic. Only a few more books to go through. He would find it!
“Wesley?”
“Hmm? What?” Wesley snuffled, prying his eyes open and feel a page stick to his face as he tried to sit up. Seemed he’d...fallen asleep. Well, that was very unbecoming for a Watcher.
“Did you find the cure?” Wesley mumbled when Giles came into focus. Oh, Lord, it hurt to even open his eyes. “Please tell me you found the beast and murdered it,” Wesley groaned, trying to hold his head and his book at the same time.
“Wesley, love, it’s not demonic, it’s the flu,” Giles said smiling indulgently while gently prying the book from Wesley’s shaking hands.
“Feels demonic,” Wesley grumbled, but still allowed himself to be manhandled, snuggling automatically into Giles’ warm chest as Giles helped him out of the stiff chair.
“No, rather run-of-the-mill completely non-lethal, non-evil, influenza,” Giles murmured, arm twining around Wesley as he moaned with every step. “Now let’s get you upstairs and I’ll make you some tea with honey, you’ll rest, and I might even consider reading to you if you’ll leave that book down here,” Giles added, noting that his younger friend and lover would not be giving up his cause any time soon.
There was a whimper of protest as Wesley continued to drag the book along even though he could barely keep his head up much less hold onto a two-inch thick tome.
“I think you’ll find that some tea and a massage in our big, comfortable bed will be far more effective and pleasant than any toad’s-wart-eye-of-newt elixir you might end up drinking,” Giles added, schooling the smile from his face when he heard a distinct thump before they headed up the stairs to bed.
Even on the Hellmouth, Sometimes a Spade is Just a Spade
Wesley had sneezed, Wesley had coughed. Wesley had researched.
He pulled apart their combined Watcher library looking for the antidote to this venom, poison, slime or ooze that must have gotten on him while patrolling last night in the damp fog. He had to find the antidote. He felt miserable! And where was Giles? At the grocer getting medicine of all things! There was no way in the Hellmouth that something this awful could not be evil.
He would just have to find the cure on his own.
Hours later he was in the same position he started in only his back had cramped up and he couldn’t move, he felt cold and then immediately felt hot. It had to be demonic. Only a few more books to go through. He would find it!
“Wesley?”
“Hmm? What?” Wesley snuffled, prying his eyes open and feel a page stick to his face as he tried to sit up. Seemed he’d...fallen asleep. Well, that was very unbecoming for a Watcher.
“Did you find the cure?” Wesley mumbled when Giles came into focus. Oh, Lord, it hurt to even open his eyes. “Please tell me you found the beast and murdered it,” Wesley groaned, trying to hold his head and his book at the same time.
“Wesley, love, it’s not demonic, it’s the flu,” Giles said smiling indulgently while gently prying the book from Wesley’s shaking hands.
“Feels demonic,” Wesley grumbled, but still allowed himself to be manhandled, snuggling automatically into Giles’ warm chest as Giles helped him out of the stiff chair.
“No, rather run-of-the-mill completely non-lethal, non-evil, influenza,” Giles murmured, arm twining around Wesley as he moaned with every step. “Now let’s get you upstairs and I’ll make you some tea with honey, you’ll rest, and I might even consider reading to you if you’ll leave that book down here,” Giles added, noting that his younger friend and lover would not be giving up his cause any time soon.
There was a whimper of protest as Wesley continued to drag the book along even though he could barely keep his head up much less hold onto a two-inch thick tome.
“I think you’ll find that some tea and a massage in our big, comfortable bed will be far more effective and pleasant than any toad’s-wart-eye-of-newt elixir you might end up drinking,” Giles added, schooling the smile from his face when he heard a distinct thump before they headed up the stairs to bed.