Taking Care of Lance
Title: Taking Care of Lance
Author: hopenight
Word Count: 687
Rating: PGish
Fandom(s): Bones, Merlin
Pairing: Merlin/Sweets
Warnings: sick
Summary: Sweets is sick. Merlin plays nurse.
A/N: Ta-da!
Lance Sweets woke in his bed with a scratchy feeling in his throat, a pounding hand, a stuffed nose, and a hundred degree fever. With a sigh, the psychiatrist called his the therapy offices secretary told her that he was sick and to please cancel all appointments for today. Then he immediately dialed Brennan because she was easier to access than Booth to tell her to direct any profiling work to another psychiatrist.
“I just have a cold,” coughed Sweets into the phone, “I’ll be alright in a couple days.”
“Feel better, Doctor Sweets,” wished Brennan with a uncharacteristic sympathy, “If you need anything at all please.”
“I’ll call.”
Finally, he called Merlin who immediately picked up on the fact that he was sick.
“Will you’ll be alright?” the concerned voice floated over the telephone.
“I promise that I’ll be fine, Merlin.”
“Well okay if you’re sure.”
“Go to work, Merlin Emerson.”
“Yes mother. Get some rest and I’ll be by later.”
“Love you,” coughed Sweets into the phone.
“I love you too, Lance. Rest okay?”
All the calls he needed to make were satisfied. So he gave a combination between a cough and a yawn then promptly passed out from the cold medicine that he had taken.
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He awoke several hours later to someone gently shaking his shoulder. He sat up his head still feeling fuzzy. He saw the bright green tipped spikes and knew who it was.
“Merlin? What on earth are you doing here?”
“Lance did you really think I would be able to work properly knowing that you are sick?”
Merlin was standing holding a tray with medicine, tissues, soup, and some orange juice.
“Did you do that for me?” croaked out Sweets.
Merlin gave him a look that plainly said ‘duh’.
“Can you sit up, Lance?”
“Yeah I think so,” he sat up in his bed. Merlin gently sat down the tray before making his way to the opposite side of the bed before climbing in. He opened up his notebook and began to write as Sweets ate his lunch and drank his juice.
“You didn’t have to do this, Merlin.”
“Lance, I want to take care of you. I’m your boyfriend. It’s in the job description. Now take your medicine.”
The doctor swallowed the two cold pills and took a long drink of the orange juice. Merlin gathered up the tray and left the tissues disappearing from the room. Lance lay back in bed and snuggled up his covers again.
It was normally his mom, adoptive mom that took care of him. She would fret and fuss over him like it was no one’s business.
It was very hard for her when he first got sick at college. Amazingly the girls in the dorms were utterly charmed by him. So they fussed over him like it was no one’s business.
Still it was his mom that did the mother hen thing. He would not admit it out loud, but he had missed it since her death.
Now it seemed to fall to Merlin to care for him like this.
The sorcerer came in with a glass of water placed by his bed side and a thermometer.
“How are you feeling?”
“Head’s not as fuzzy,” croaked out the psychiatrist.
“That’s good. Now open up so I can take your temperature.”
Sweets obediently opened his mouth and in the object went. After a few moments it beeped.
“So you have a temperature of ninety eight degrees exactly.”
“It was a hundred this morning,” pointed out the doctor.
“Good, now sleep.”
“Yessir.”
Sweets gave a mock salute before snuggled deeper into his bed.
“Mer-Merlin?”
“Yes Lance?”
“C-can you stay…please?”
Merlin grinned and slid off his shoes and socks. He then climbed into bed with the notebook.
“Thanks, Merlin.”
The sorcerer kissed his head gently.
“Anytime, Lance.”
Booth found them together a few hours later when he went to check on Lance at Angela’s demand. Merlin had his arms wrapped around Sweets protectively. The doctor curled in the sheets, his head in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck.
Booth smiled and gently closed the door.