Bakerloo Line Blues: Teddy/James Fic
Title: Bakerloo Line Blues
Author/Artist: Your friendly neighbourhood thisisreallynow author, Clovermews.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Pretty gross.
Word count: 528
A/N: This is a fictionalized account of what happened last Friday night to edgewareroad and myself. For the record, no alcohol was involved. Just a 3D movie (NARNIA) and some vertigo. Also, this was written for the fab Winter Hols Fest run by mabonwitch based off prompt #6.
The train came to a swinging stop and James’s stomach churned uncomfortably. He’d ridden the muggle tube-thing for years now, but today something seemed wrong. Something in the depths of his abdomen was rumbling in a way that did not make James feel at all comfortable. James wasn’t sure what it was, but whatever it was, being on the swaying train was not helping at all.
Teddy was standing next to James, his arm wrapped around James’ waist, holding the pole keeping them steady. They had not spoken much since leaving the party, and Teddy was completely unaware of the horrifying situation manifesting itself in James’s stomach.
“How many more stops?” James asked, turning his head to look at Teddy.
“Two more,” Teddy replied, leaning into James. “Are you…okay?”
Two more stops. That wasn’t very much. James was confident he could make it back to their flat. “Yep,” James lied. There wasn’t any point in causing concern, “I feel great.”
“You look a bit…green.” Teddy said, looking at James with giant, colour-changing, worried eyeballs.
“I feel brilliant. Don’t even worry,” James replied. The train swayed again. James’s insides flipped like a pancake, and James winced at the idea of pancakes being inside him.
Maybe it was because he had consumed too much alcohol at the raucous holiday party they had just been at, or maybe it was because he ate a suspicious bowl of fruit earlier. Either way, James knew the time had come. He had to say something, or Teddy was going to end up with a puddle of sick on his shoes.
“Teddy, I-” James began, but his mouth quickly filled with saliva, and not the kind of saliva that is welcome when you’re trying to hold in what could be dancing pancakes but the kind that is preparing your mouth for a large amount of bubbling stomach acid. James knew there was nothing he could do. Ignoring Teddy’s concerned face and worried eyeballs, James leaned over and retched. Right onto Teddy’s left shoe.
James did not feel any better after permanently ruining Teddy’s left shoe. In fact, he felt worse. The train was now swaying, and James was clutching onto Teddy’s jumper for support. His brain was spinning, and the evil stomach acid was once again rising. James felt more saliva pooling in his mouth, and he once again projectile vomited, this time onto Teddy’s right shoe.
After witnessing both his shoes go from fairly nice, if a bit worn, brown wingtips to receptacles for James’s sick, Teddy took control.
“Shh, James. I’ve got you. Let’s get you home.”
Luckily for Teddy, the last muggles in their train car had gotten up when James first started retching, and they were alone. Teddy steeled himself, held James tightly by the waist, and apparated them to his flat’s bathroom.
Teddy gently placed James on the tile floor, pulled back James’s too long hair, and flipped the toilet seat up.
“Let it all out, James. It’s okay,” Teddy said, while kicking off his destroyed shoes.
“Too much eggnog,” James choked out.
“Yes, James. Too much eggnog,” Teddy replied, rubbing James’s back while he heaved into the toilet.
Author/Artist: Your friendly neighbourhood thisisreallynow author, Clovermews.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Pretty gross.
Word count: 528
A/N: This is a fictionalized account of what happened last Friday night to edgewareroad and myself. For the record, no alcohol was involved. Just a 3D movie (NARNIA) and some vertigo. Also, this was written for the fab Winter Hols Fest run by mabonwitch based off prompt #6.
The train came to a swinging stop and James’s stomach churned uncomfortably. He’d ridden the muggle tube-thing for years now, but today something seemed wrong. Something in the depths of his abdomen was rumbling in a way that did not make James feel at all comfortable. James wasn’t sure what it was, but whatever it was, being on the swaying train was not helping at all.
Teddy was standing next to James, his arm wrapped around James’ waist, holding the pole keeping them steady. They had not spoken much since leaving the party, and Teddy was completely unaware of the horrifying situation manifesting itself in James’s stomach.
“How many more stops?” James asked, turning his head to look at Teddy.
“Two more,” Teddy replied, leaning into James. “Are you…okay?”
Two more stops. That wasn’t very much. James was confident he could make it back to their flat. “Yep,” James lied. There wasn’t any point in causing concern, “I feel great.”
“You look a bit…green.” Teddy said, looking at James with giant, colour-changing, worried eyeballs.
“I feel brilliant. Don’t even worry,” James replied. The train swayed again. James’s insides flipped like a pancake, and James winced at the idea of pancakes being inside him.
Maybe it was because he had consumed too much alcohol at the raucous holiday party they had just been at, or maybe it was because he ate a suspicious bowl of fruit earlier. Either way, James knew the time had come. He had to say something, or Teddy was going to end up with a puddle of sick on his shoes.
“Teddy, I-” James began, but his mouth quickly filled with saliva, and not the kind of saliva that is welcome when you’re trying to hold in what could be dancing pancakes but the kind that is preparing your mouth for a large amount of bubbling stomach acid. James knew there was nothing he could do. Ignoring Teddy’s concerned face and worried eyeballs, James leaned over and retched. Right onto Teddy’s left shoe.
James did not feel any better after permanently ruining Teddy’s left shoe. In fact, he felt worse. The train was now swaying, and James was clutching onto Teddy’s jumper for support. His brain was spinning, and the evil stomach acid was once again rising. James felt more saliva pooling in his mouth, and he once again projectile vomited, this time onto Teddy’s right shoe.
After witnessing both his shoes go from fairly nice, if a bit worn, brown wingtips to receptacles for James’s sick, Teddy took control.
“Shh, James. I’ve got you. Let’s get you home.”
Luckily for Teddy, the last muggles in their train car had gotten up when James first started retching, and they were alone. Teddy steeled himself, held James tightly by the waist, and apparated them to his flat’s bathroom.
Teddy gently placed James on the tile floor, pulled back James’s too long hair, and flipped the toilet seat up.
“Let it all out, James. It’s okay,” Teddy said, while kicking off his destroyed shoes.
“Too much eggnog,” James choked out.
“Yes, James. Too much eggnog,” Teddy replied, rubbing James’s back while he heaved into the toilet.