WC Fic: In Other Words
Title: In Other Words
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Peter(/Elizabeth)
Spoilers: None
Content Notice: Schmoop. Dialogue fic.
Word Count: ~500
Summary: Neal has laryngitis.
A/N: For my pal lauracollared - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK
“Look at you, you do look like crap. Di said you were faking.”
“…”
“What was that?”
“…”
“You have laryngitis? Aww, no sound’s coming out. Sit down there on the couch and I’ll make you some tea.”
“…”
“Tea hasn’t worked? Well, more couldn’t hurt, right?”
“…”
“Honey and lemon, got it.”
“…”
“And an ice cube so it’s not too hot. Jeez, you’re really high maintenance when you’re sick. You know, my dad used to sneak a bit of brandy into the tea when I was a kid - how’s that sound?”
“…”
“What do you mean, ‘that explains a lot’? It was just a tiny bit. Shouldn’t you be resting your voice?”
“…”
“Someone making you tea turns you on? A carton of eggs turns you on, Neal.”
“…”
“I suppose they do quiver nicely when they’re poached…”
“…”
“I’m telling El you said that. Here’s your tea.”
“…”
“Yes, you are the luckiest man on earth.”
“…”
“Nothing, just working on the Pederson case - it seems to just go on and on, you know?”
“…”
“Hadn’t thought of that angle - I’ll try it when I go back.”
“…”
“What? Nah, I’m done for the day. It’s not as much fun when you’re not there. I dunno what I’ll do when that anklet comes off and you leave me.”
“…”
“Well, it won’t suck itself. Don’t give me that look, you know I was kidding. I might just die of boredom, though. Who’s going to help me circumvent the 4th Amendment better than you?”
“…”
“Seriously, rest your voice - I’m here to take care of you. You look flushed, are you feverish? Hmmm… Maybe… a little… Where’s the thermometer? Bathroom?”
“…”
“What do you mean you haven’t got one? I’ll get you some Tylenol anyway.”
“…”
“No Tylenol either? You really need to learn to take better care of yourself, Neal.”
“…”
“It’s not the same thing. Want some soup? I brought some from the deli. No? Let me feel your head again… I don’t like it. I’m calling El.”
“…”
“Because she’ll know what to do better than me.”
“…”
“And she’ll bring the Boo-Boo Bunny for your head. Don’t make a face - Boo-Boo Bunny is the shit.”
“…”
“I can say something is the shit, I’m not completely unhip… Wipe that look off your face!”
“…”
“Yes, I will make you - I’m a lot bigger’n you.”
“…”
“Don’t be crude. Also: you’re damn right, heh-heh-heh.”
“…”
“Heh-heh-heh-heh.”
“…”
“Well, if you’d shut up, your throat wouldn’t hurt so much. Aww, come here, let me hold you… There, that’s nice.”
“…”
“You know, I hate that you’re sick, but I don’t mind much if you’re all huggy like this. It’s nice.”
“…”
“’cuz it reminds me you might need me every once in a while.”
“…”
“Me too.”
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Thank you for your time.
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Peter(/Elizabeth)
Spoilers: None
Content Notice: Schmoop. Dialogue fic.
Word Count: ~500
Summary: Neal has laryngitis.
A/N: For my pal lauracollared - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
----
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK
“Look at you, you do look like crap. Di said you were faking.”
“…”
“What was that?”
“…”
“You have laryngitis? Aww, no sound’s coming out. Sit down there on the couch and I’ll make you some tea.”
“…”
“Tea hasn’t worked? Well, more couldn’t hurt, right?”
“…”
“Honey and lemon, got it.”
“…”
“And an ice cube so it’s not too hot. Jeez, you’re really high maintenance when you’re sick. You know, my dad used to sneak a bit of brandy into the tea when I was a kid - how’s that sound?”
“…”
“What do you mean, ‘that explains a lot’? It was just a tiny bit. Shouldn’t you be resting your voice?”
“…”
“Someone making you tea turns you on? A carton of eggs turns you on, Neal.”
“…”
“I suppose they do quiver nicely when they’re poached…”
“…”
“I’m telling El you said that. Here’s your tea.”
“…”
“Yes, you are the luckiest man on earth.”
“…”
“Nothing, just working on the Pederson case - it seems to just go on and on, you know?”
“…”
“Hadn’t thought of that angle - I’ll try it when I go back.”
“…”
“What? Nah, I’m done for the day. It’s not as much fun when you’re not there. I dunno what I’ll do when that anklet comes off and you leave me.”
“…”
“Well, it won’t suck itself. Don’t give me that look, you know I was kidding. I might just die of boredom, though. Who’s going to help me circumvent the 4th Amendment better than you?”
“…”
“Seriously, rest your voice - I’m here to take care of you. You look flushed, are you feverish? Hmmm… Maybe… a little… Where’s the thermometer? Bathroom?”
“…”
“What do you mean you haven’t got one? I’ll get you some Tylenol anyway.”
“…”
“No Tylenol either? You really need to learn to take better care of yourself, Neal.”
“…”
“It’s not the same thing. Want some soup? I brought some from the deli. No? Let me feel your head again… I don’t like it. I’m calling El.”
“…”
“Because she’ll know what to do better than me.”
“…”
“And she’ll bring the Boo-Boo Bunny for your head. Don’t make a face - Boo-Boo Bunny is the shit.”
“…”
“I can say something is the shit, I’m not completely unhip… Wipe that look off your face!”
“…”
“Yes, I will make you - I’m a lot bigger’n you.”
“…”
“Don’t be crude. Also: you’re damn right, heh-heh-heh.”
“…”
“Heh-heh-heh-heh.”
“…”
“Well, if you’d shut up, your throat wouldn’t hurt so much. Aww, come here, let me hold you… There, that’s nice.”
“…”
“You know, I hate that you’re sick, but I don’t mind much if you’re all huggy like this. It’s nice.”
“…”
“’cuz it reminds me you might need me every once in a while.”
“…”
“Me too.”
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Thank you for your time.