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Whatever You Said is Invalid [Shatnoy, PG]
Title: Whatever You Said is Invalid
Author: igrab
Pairing: Shatnoy
Written For: trek_rpf_kink, for this prompt, and for the wonderful people at shatnoy_rpf of course
Rating: PG
Word Count: 430
Notes: i am weak and fond of fluff.
"I really don't think you're supposed to be here."
Leonard got That Look on his face, the look that always translated as 'whatever you just said, which I didn't listen to, is invalid', because really. Clearly, he was here, and clearly, it didn't matter.
They never called off filming when Bill was sick, because he never told them and tried to pretend he was fine, and if it didn't affect his performance then they weren't supposed to care.
But Leonard knew better, and he wasn't at all surprised to barge in (unannounced, but they were beyond that) and find his friend rolled up in blankets, making a nest for himself where he could watch TV and sulk himself better.
"Have you been drinking enough?" He pokes around in the kitchen.
"No." Bill Shatner got mulish and stubborn when he was sick, but he wasn't about to lie to his best friend. Especially when said friend was getting him a glass of water, pulling together something for dinner, sifting through the mail and dumping the junk in the garbage where it belonged. He wasn't about to bitch out a friend like that.
"What are you watching?" The voice cut through Bill's misty appreciation for this, for the simple consideration.
"Huh? No idea." He looked back at the TV, and whatever it was, it certainly wasn't what had been on when he'd flopped himself down. "Make it better."
Leonard laughed easily, and set the rest of his mail down, having sorted it into two neat piles - Stuff Bill Will Like, and Stuff He Will Not. The second one was considerably thicker. "All right. Budge up, will you?"
He changed the channel, dimmed the lights. Long fingers pressed a glass of water into his hands, and Bill heard a ceramic clink to his right - he was setting something down, food or soup or something, whatever. He was much more interested in very obviously watching his friend's ass as he leaned over to fiddle with the channels.
"How's that?"
"Fiiine," he drawls, smirking.
"I meant the TV, Bill."
"Does it matter?"
"Mmm."
They settled comfortably together, and Bill knew he was probably burning up so he make a point to drink the water. "Shouldn't you be... somewhere?" And that was his way of saying, 'Thank you'.
And Leonard got That Look on his face, the look that always translated as 'whatever you just said, which I didn't listen to, is invalid'. "You're welcome."
Author: igrab
Pairing: Shatnoy
Written For: trek_rpf_kink, for this prompt, and for the wonderful people at shatnoy_rpf of course
Rating: PG
Word Count: 430
Notes: i am weak and fond of fluff.
"I really don't think you're supposed to be here."
Leonard got That Look on his face, the look that always translated as 'whatever you just said, which I didn't listen to, is invalid', because really. Clearly, he was here, and clearly, it didn't matter.
They never called off filming when Bill was sick, because he never told them and tried to pretend he was fine, and if it didn't affect his performance then they weren't supposed to care.
But Leonard knew better, and he wasn't at all surprised to barge in (unannounced, but they were beyond that) and find his friend rolled up in blankets, making a nest for himself where he could watch TV and sulk himself better.
"Have you been drinking enough?" He pokes around in the kitchen.
"No." Bill Shatner got mulish and stubborn when he was sick, but he wasn't about to lie to his best friend. Especially when said friend was getting him a glass of water, pulling together something for dinner, sifting through the mail and dumping the junk in the garbage where it belonged. He wasn't about to bitch out a friend like that.
"What are you watching?" The voice cut through Bill's misty appreciation for this, for the simple consideration.
"Huh? No idea." He looked back at the TV, and whatever it was, it certainly wasn't what had been on when he'd flopped himself down. "Make it better."
Leonard laughed easily, and set the rest of his mail down, having sorted it into two neat piles - Stuff Bill Will Like, and Stuff He Will Not. The second one was considerably thicker. "All right. Budge up, will you?"
He changed the channel, dimmed the lights. Long fingers pressed a glass of water into his hands, and Bill heard a ceramic clink to his right - he was setting something down, food or soup or something, whatever. He was much more interested in very obviously watching his friend's ass as he leaned over to fiddle with the channels.
"How's that?"
"Fiiine," he drawls, smirking.
"I meant the TV, Bill."
"Does it matter?"
"Mmm."
They settled comfortably together, and Bill knew he was probably burning up so he make a point to drink the water. "Shouldn't you be... somewhere?" And that was his way of saying, 'Thank you'.
And Leonard got That Look on his face, the look that always translated as 'whatever you just said, which I didn't listen to, is invalid'. "You're welcome."