Soup
Title: Soup
Author: free2hate
Warnings: too much fluff
Pairing(s): None, Adam/Tommy friendship
Wordcount: 729
Summary: kid!fic Adam’s sick, so Tommy makes it his mission to make him all better.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my ideas
A/N: This is for maggy_97 for one of the Donation Drives on TLL(I’m lame I can’t remember which one), I love you bb and hope you like this<3
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“Mommy, when Adam play?” Tommy asked, looking up at his mother with big, doe eyes.
“Honey, I told you already, Adam can’t play right now, he’s sick.” Dia smiled down at her pouting son, “Now don’t fuss, Adam will get better in no time and when he does, you two can play again.”
“But I wanna see him now!” Tommy said, stomping his little foot. He wanted Adam now, no matter what his Mommy said.
“Oh sweetie,” Dia said fondly, ruffling her son’s hair, “why don’t you go play with Lisa for a little while, then you won’t be so bored.”
“Okay Mommy,” Tommy mumbled, scuffing his shoe against the ground, maybe Lisa would know how to make Adam all better. With that thought in mind, Tommy ran to Lisa’s room and knocked loudly on her door. “Lisa! Lisaaaaaa!”
“What Tommy? Why are you banging on my door?”
“Adam sick,” Tommy said with his best puppy-dog eyes.
“I’m sorry Tommy,” Lisa said, trying to think of a way to make her little brother feel better, she was his big sister, it was her job.
“Can Lisa fix him?” Tommy looked up hopefully at his big sister; she had always helped him before.
“I can’t fix him Tommy, but Mom always says drink lots of liquids and chicken soup when you’re sick. That’ll make Adam feel better.”
“Thanks Lisa,” Tommy said wrapping his thin arms around his sister.
“You’re welcome Tommy, do you need my help?”
“Nuh-uh I do it all by myself,” Tommy said racing off to the kitchen. Tommy skidded to a halt and looked at all the cabinets around him. He walked over to the pantry, pulled open the door, and stared in confusion at all the different cans and bags. He reached inside the pantry and pulled out a can with a red label, guessing that it was chicken soup.
“That was easy,” Tommy said grinning, turning back to the kitchen to start looking for liquids.
“What’s a liquid?” He asked himself, looking around. He grinned when he finally spotted what he was looking for. He had seen the bottle on the t.v. and he knew that it was a liquid. His Mommy had always told him never to eat soap but maybe the soap would clean up all the flu out of Adam.
“Mommy, mommy where are you?” Tommy said running to the living room.
“Yes hun, did you want something?” Dia said looking up from the t.v. before stifling her laughter. “Tommy what are you doing with that stuff?”
“Lisa says it make Adam all better,” Tommy said proudly showing his Mommy the can and bottle of soap.
“Yes hun but…” At her son’s beaming face she paused, “Okay Tommy how about we go over to Adam’s house and give him this stuff, I bet he’d love to see you.”
“Yay! Thank you Mommy,” Tommy grinned, racing over to his shoes.
Dia smiled at her little bundle of energy, Tommy seemed to never slow down, “slow down honey, Mommy’s not as energetic as you.” She got down helping Tommy into his shoes and held his tiny hand along with the soap as they walked down the street to Adam’s house, Tommy chattering all the way.
Dia lifted Tommy up to ring the doorbell and smiled as Leila opened the door.
“To what do I owe this lovely surprise?” Leila asked smiling down at Tommy’s serious expression.
“Tommy’s here to make Adam all better,” Dia said grinning at Leila over Tommy’s head.
“With soap and a can of red kidney beans? Well okay Tommy does know best,” Leila laughed, leading them to the living room where only a tuft of red hair peeked out from the mountain of blankets and pillows.
“Hi Adam,” Tommy smiled, walking up to his sick friend. He would never say it, but Adam looked kinda icky.
“Hi Tommy,” Adam rasped, reaching for another tissue and blowing his nose.
“Here, so now you can get all better,” Tommy said dropping his stuff on top of the table next to Adam.
Adam smiled coughing, he’d been to the doctor so he knew what he needed to get better, “You’re a silly pants, I feel better cause you’re here.”
“So no soup or nothin’?” Tommy asked confused.
“Nope, only you,” Adam smiled tiredly as Tommy sat on the sofa and cuddled into him.
Author: free2hate
Warnings: too much fluff
Pairing(s): None, Adam/Tommy friendship
Wordcount: 729
Summary: kid!fic Adam’s sick, so Tommy makes it his mission to make him all better.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my ideas
A/N: This is for maggy_97 for one of the Donation Drives on TLL(I’m lame I can’t remember which one), I love you bb and hope you like this<3
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“Mommy, when Adam play?” Tommy asked, looking up at his mother with big, doe eyes.
“Honey, I told you already, Adam can’t play right now, he’s sick.” Dia smiled down at her pouting son, “Now don’t fuss, Adam will get better in no time and when he does, you two can play again.”
“But I wanna see him now!” Tommy said, stomping his little foot. He wanted Adam now, no matter what his Mommy said.
“Oh sweetie,” Dia said fondly, ruffling her son’s hair, “why don’t you go play with Lisa for a little while, then you won’t be so bored.”
“Okay Mommy,” Tommy mumbled, scuffing his shoe against the ground, maybe Lisa would know how to make Adam all better. With that thought in mind, Tommy ran to Lisa’s room and knocked loudly on her door. “Lisa! Lisaaaaaa!”
“What Tommy? Why are you banging on my door?”
“Adam sick,” Tommy said with his best puppy-dog eyes.
“I’m sorry Tommy,” Lisa said, trying to think of a way to make her little brother feel better, she was his big sister, it was her job.
“Can Lisa fix him?” Tommy looked up hopefully at his big sister; she had always helped him before.
“I can’t fix him Tommy, but Mom always says drink lots of liquids and chicken soup when you’re sick. That’ll make Adam feel better.”
“Thanks Lisa,” Tommy said wrapping his thin arms around his sister.
“You’re welcome Tommy, do you need my help?”
“Nuh-uh I do it all by myself,” Tommy said racing off to the kitchen. Tommy skidded to a halt and looked at all the cabinets around him. He walked over to the pantry, pulled open the door, and stared in confusion at all the different cans and bags. He reached inside the pantry and pulled out a can with a red label, guessing that it was chicken soup.
“That was easy,” Tommy said grinning, turning back to the kitchen to start looking for liquids.
“What’s a liquid?” He asked himself, looking around. He grinned when he finally spotted what he was looking for. He had seen the bottle on the t.v. and he knew that it was a liquid. His Mommy had always told him never to eat soap but maybe the soap would clean up all the flu out of Adam.
“Mommy, mommy where are you?” Tommy said running to the living room.
“Yes hun, did you want something?” Dia said looking up from the t.v. before stifling her laughter. “Tommy what are you doing with that stuff?”
“Lisa says it make Adam all better,” Tommy said proudly showing his Mommy the can and bottle of soap.
“Yes hun but…” At her son’s beaming face she paused, “Okay Tommy how about we go over to Adam’s house and give him this stuff, I bet he’d love to see you.”
“Yay! Thank you Mommy,” Tommy grinned, racing over to his shoes.
Dia smiled at her little bundle of energy, Tommy seemed to never slow down, “slow down honey, Mommy’s not as energetic as you.” She got down helping Tommy into his shoes and held his tiny hand along with the soap as they walked down the street to Adam’s house, Tommy chattering all the way.
Dia lifted Tommy up to ring the doorbell and smiled as Leila opened the door.
“To what do I owe this lovely surprise?” Leila asked smiling down at Tommy’s serious expression.
“Tommy’s here to make Adam all better,” Dia said grinning at Leila over Tommy’s head.
“With soap and a can of red kidney beans? Well okay Tommy does know best,” Leila laughed, leading them to the living room where only a tuft of red hair peeked out from the mountain of blankets and pillows.
“Hi Adam,” Tommy smiled, walking up to his sick friend. He would never say it, but Adam looked kinda icky.
“Hi Tommy,” Adam rasped, reaching for another tissue and blowing his nose.
“Here, so now you can get all better,” Tommy said dropping his stuff on top of the table next to Adam.
Adam smiled coughing, he’d been to the doctor so he knew what he needed to get better, “You’re a silly pants, I feel better cause you’re here.”
“So no soup or nothin’?” Tommy asked confused.
“Nope, only you,” Adam smiled tiredly as Tommy sat on the sofa and cuddled into him.