DCU Blanket Fic Meme
Since it's the first snow of the winter (for where me and Bek are anyway), we thought we'd have a ficcing meme. We didn't wanna do one that was already done, so we came up with the Blanket Fic Meme: DCU Edition
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Pairing: Tim/Jason
Rating: PG
Not Altruism
Jason Todd was miserable.
It was not the sort of miserable that came from a bad day on the streets. It was the sort of miserable that came from an awful day stuck in bed. He was exhausted, feverish, nauseous, achy and just generally ill.
Jason had come out of beatings feeling better than he did right now.
He snuffled miserably and rolled over in his bed, pulling his blankets up as close around his neck as he could manage. Unfortunately, they did nothing to dispel the chill that had been plaguing him since he got sick. A chill that seemed to emanate from his bones and move outward. He shivered and squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could fall back to sleep.
He must have drifted off at some point because the next thing he knew there was the sound of a key scraping at his lock. Jason didn't bother to look up and check who it was coming though his door. At this point, he wouldn't have cared if it was a thief out for his stuff or an assassin out for his blood. He would face death cheerfully if only because it meant his head would stop aching.
He heard the door close and the rustling sound of cloth grocery bags. Something heavy was set on his counter and a wonderful smell wafted over to him from the kitchen area of his small studio apartment.
The smell was so nice that Jason worked up the energy to peek over the edge of his blankets.
Tim Drake was rifling through his cupboards looking for God knew what. His heavy winter coat and scarf were hung over one of Jason's kitchen stools. He was wearing a heavy blue knit sweater that looked nice and warm and a pair of heavy waterproof boots. Seemingly finding what he was looking for, Tim pulled one of Jason's mugs off his dish rack and walked it over to the counter.
Tim poured something from what looked like a thermos into the mug, grabbed one of the shopping bags by the handle and looked up as he walked over to Jason. It was the first time he had even acknowledged Jason's presence since he walked into his apartment.
Only Tim Drake could act completely self assured and goal oriented in an apartment he had essentially broken into.
Jason would have mentioned this to him, but his throat was feeling sore and dry so he settled for a glare.
They made eye contact, Tim raised an amused eyebrow and looked down at him pityingly. Tim's cheek's were flushed a healthy pink from the cold wind outside. His eyes were sparkling with humor and his lips were curved in a slight smile.
He looked disgustingly healthy and Jason hated him for it.
For a moment, Jason considering throwing a pillow at Tim but then he might have to get out of bed to get it back. Not an appealing prospect.
"Steph called me and said you'd been in to see Leslie," Tim informed Jason, setting the mug down on the packing crate that served as Jason's bed side table. "She said you were diagnosed with the H1N1 virus."
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Of course he couldn't just call it the swine flu like everyone else. No, not Tim Drake.
Jason said nothing, just struggled to push himself upright in bed. He looked longingly down at the mug and wondered, briefly, if his weak arms could stand the weight. He was reluctant to try in front of Tim.
"You know that they make vaccines for that," Tim informed him casually and Jason looked up sharply to glare at Tim. The sudden movement made his head spin but he felt the effort was worth it.
Unfortunately, seemingly not even slightly quelled, Tim just grinned down at him.
"I picked up your prescription from Leslie," Tim said, opening up a small pill bottle. He handed the medicine to Jason and cracked open a bottle of water for him. "I also brought you vitamins, Alfred Soup and some crackers if you feel up to eating."
Jason downed the pills and vitamins and took a few more long pulls on the water bottle. He felt much better after that and when he reached out for it, he managed to hold onto the mug just fine.
The soup was warm and salty and tasted like chicken broth and carrots. It felt wonderful on his throat and it tempered the roiling in his belly. It was the exactly same soup that Alfred had made for him when he was ill as a child and that made Jason feel even better.
As he drank, Tim lined up bottles of pills and vitamins on Jason's nightstand/crate. He explained how much Jason should take and when. Then he grabbed Jason's phone and programmed a few numbers into it.
"If you're feeling bad," Tim said, standing up, "call me, I'll come check on you. If you're feeling worse than bad, call Leslie. Either she or Steph'll stop by. If you think you're going to die, probably you should just let your landlord know so you don't smell up the place. I mean, it is winter but you have the heat up awfully high..."
"You're all heart, Drake," Jason rasped and Tim smirked at him.
"Oh this is not about altruism," Tim told him smugly. "This is all about having a conversation with you that doesn't end in one of us bleeding. A rousing success, if I do say so."
Jason threw the empty water bottle at Tim who dodged it deftly. Tim gave a short laugh, waved a goodbye to Jason and slipped into his coat and out of the door.
Drake was a smug bastard, Jay reflected as he snuggled back down into his blankets, but he had his good points. Jason was just going to have to make sure the kid remembered his place. Jason drifted off to sleep, plotting his revenge on his smug little brother. He fell asleep with a smile on his face.
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Very nice~ :D
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When we were kids, my oldest brother Dan would ALWAYS pick on John Michael. John Michael would always wait until we went on car trips to get his own back because Dan get motion sick and can't fight back. :D
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