New Fastlane Fic
Title: Whenever You Need Me
Rating: PG
Pairing: Van/Deaq
Disclaimer: Sadly I still don't own
Summary: Van wakes up with a horrible cold and while attempting to get to the Candy store ends up passing out. Deaq comes to check up on him and proves to his lover that no matter what he will be there for him.
When Van woke up his body was aching. No, correction, his body was throbbing and not in the good way either. He struggled to open his eyes and when he finally managed it, the sunlight streaming through his window was too much for him, and he had to close them again.
All he wanted to do was cover his head with his pillows and go back to sleep, but the sudden ringing of his cell completely crushed that hope. He reached out for his phone and clumsily grabbed it. “Van here.” he croaked out.
“Man where are you?!” Deaq's angry voice shouted over the phone. “You were supposed to be here an hour ago! Billie's so pissed off. She's been ridin my ass all morning about where you were!”
Van pulled the phone away from his ear. His partner's yelling wasn't making his head pound any less. “I'll...be there...in twenty.”
Now that he didn't have to worry about where Van was anymore, Deaq noticed the scratchiness and how tired his voice really sounded. “V, you alright? You sound horrible.”
Van tried to reply, but was overcome by a sudden coughing fit that made him feel like he was hacking his head off. When it finally ceased and he could at least attempt to breathe again he answered, “I'm fine. Just think I'm coming down with a little cold.”
“Doesn't sound like a little cold...maybe I should come get you. From the way you sound, you don't need to be driving.”
“No Deaq. You don't need to do that. I can get there on my own.”
“If you're that sure you're not that sick, try to get out of bed right now.” Deaq said and waited.
“Fine!” Van grumbled over the phone as he made his first attempt to get out of bed. When he realized that room was still spinning even though he had stopped moving, he had second thoughts about driving. “Maybe picking me up isn't such a bad a idea.”
Deaq chuckled, “It's no problem baby. I'll be there in a few.”
The phone clicked off and Van sighed. Deaq may have been coming to drive him to the Candy Store, but there was still the annoying fact that he actually had to get out of bed first. Van struggled to sit up. Each of his limbs felt like they had a hundred pound weight attached to them and every time he moved pain shot through his body, as if it was telling him to quit while he was ahead.
Van was finally able to put his feet on the floor and tried weakly to stand up, only to promptly fall back onto his bed. Van groaned again. “This is definitely gonna take a while.” Three attempts later, he had finally been able to stand without falling. Now the next task was the truly difficult one: walking.
He stumbled a few steps toward the bathroom, using the wall as support, he managed to briefly walk on his own, but the heaviness of his body was too much to take. As he reached out for the bathroom door his legs gave out and he collapsed, opening the door and hitting his head on the tiled floor.
Van tried to get up again, but his cold and possible head injury were making it very difficult, and the cool floor was extremely soothing to his overheated body. He relaxed against the floor as his eyes began to close. I'll just lay here for a second, and maybe take a short nap before Deaq gets here. That will get me some of my strength back.
Deaq had now passed from annoyed to worried. Every time he had tried to call Van to check up on him, he wouldn't pick up. Deaq quickly parked his car and raced into the apartment. He hoped that his lover was still in bed, but knowing how stubborn Van was, he knew it wasn't likely. When he opened the door, his anxiousness reached new heights. The room was completely silent. Deaq was so used to hearing Van's constant chatter or the TV blaring that the silence of the room seemed alien to him.
“Van?” He called out. “Van are you all right baby?” Deaq want to slap himself after saying that. Of course he wasn't. If he was, they'd both be at the candy store getting their asses handed to them by Billie for some reason or another, prepping for a new case, or just hanging around and shooting hoops. Deaq looking around their apartment to find a sick Van did not fall under any of those options.
He continued looking around until he stopped suddenly, freezing in horror at what he saw. Deaq found his lover, laying unconscious halfway between the hallway and the bathroom. He rushed to Van's side, rolling him over and holding him up. Deaq caressed Van's face and he unconsciously leaned into the touch.
“Damn you're burning up.” Deaq picked Van up and carried him back over to the bed, wrapping the blankets around him. He quickly grabbed a cloth and dipped it in some cold water before placing it on Van's forehead. “Come on V. You gotta wake up for me man. I need you all uppity and hyper again.” There wasn't a reply, but when Deaq saw Van's hand slowly reach out for his, Deaq knew immediately that he had heard him.
When Van awoke later that day, the sun was long gone. There were tiny beams of moonlight streaming in room through the window. Deaq still sat next to their bed, keeping a close and watchful eye on his lover. Van's fever had broken a few hours ago, but that didn't stop the moonlight from highlighting his face and showing just how pale he had become.
“Deaq...”
When he heard the soft, scratchy voice call his name, Deaq's head snapped up and he leaned in, watching his eyes flutter open and the beautiful green depths focusing onto him. “You really had me worried baby. How are you feeling?”
Van stared at him for a moment, as if trying to remember something important, before shooting up and looking around the room in a panic. “Deaq, I'm so sorry! Billie's gonna kill me for making us late!” He began trying to get out of bed and Deaq had to pull him back, holding his arms in a firm grip until Van calmed down.
“Relax baby, relax. I called Billie awhile ago to tell her we weren't coming in. I've been here for hours, so you don't have anything thing to worry about.”
“You've been here for hours?” Van looked around in confusion. “How did I end up in bed?”
He eased him back down on the bed and gave him a glass of water. “I found you passed out on the floor. You looked so sick. I stayed here and kept watch over you until you woke up. What happened?”
“I...I'm not really sure. I remember you calling and saying you were on the way to come get me. I got up to get ready and the last thing I remember was trying to take a shower.” A sudden fit of coughing wracked Van's body. As the coughs subsided, he began to shiver. “I really hate getting sick. I feel miserable.”
“Well let's see if I can't remedy that.” Deaq crawled into bed beside Van and wrapped his arms around him, cradling his head against his chest. “You felt like you were on fire earlier, at least you're cooling down now.”
“I feel like someone stuck me in a freezer for a few hours.” Van began another coughing fit and tried to pull away. “You're gonna get sick too. I can't let you end up stuck in bed like me.”
Deaq chuckled, “As long as I'm laid up in the same bed with you, I don't think I'm gonna mind. Besides, you really think I'm gonna leave you all by yourself while your sick? Not my style, baby. Besides, you deserve to be waited on hand and foot sometimes, even if you can't completely enjoy it.”
Van smiled, his face still hidden in Deaq's shirt. “Not gonna argue with that. I know you wouldn't leave me alone when I needed you.”
Deaq tilted his head up and kissed him softly on the lips. “Glad it's finally gotten through your thick head. Now get some rest.”
Van snuggled closer to him and finally fell in a relaxing sleep. He wasn't sure whether it was because his virus was finally going away or because Deaq was holding him, but he decided not to question it and just enjoy it while it lasted.