An Unexpected Turn of Events
Title: An Unexpected Turn of Events
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 076. Who?
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,400
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Stomach virus = puking. But it's not like it's in technicolor, or anything.
Summary: Jared gets sick on set. Someone unexpected takes care of him.
Author's Notes: Because I've wanted a buddy fic like this since Chicago con, lol.
They’re already behind schedule when it happens, and Jared figures that’s just his luck. Not that he’s really been unlucky in life, but that seems to be the thing to say when things like this happen.
He’s so damn sick. It hits him fast and hard, like a goddamn train. One minute he’s tripping Misha on set, and the next he’s running for the nearest bathroom. He makes it just in time, doubling over and vomiting his life’s contents into the toilet. He’s heaving violently, and it’s been so long since he’s been sick like this that he almost forgot how much it sucks. And how much it hurts. A whimper barely escapes his throat because he can barely catch his breath. For a moment, Jared’s scared, feeling like he can’t stop, dry heaving now. Then it’s finally over, and he’s sprawled on the floor, shivering with the sudden cold he feels in his body.
Jensen’s at his side then, speaking calming words in his ear, asking him if he’s okay and feeling his forehead. Jared knows he has a fever when he hears Jensen curse, the hand Jensen has pressed to his head pressing harder, as if making sure.
“The fuck, Jared?” Jensen breathes, and Jared can hear the concern in his voice. “You didn’t see this coming?”
Jared just barely shakes his head, suddenly feeling tired and weak. He’d felt a little bit off all day, but not enough to make him worry or dampen his spirits. But this? This sucks. He moans a little, arm curling protectively around his stomach when it lurches, tucking his head into Jensen’s shoulder.
“Okay,” Jensen soothes, rubbing his back. “Alright, Jared. We’re gonna get you home, okay? Get you some water and some meds, and some nice warm blankets, okay?”
Jared doesn’t even have the presence of mind to nod. He knows it’s Jensen who presses a water bottle to his lips and makes him drink, and Jared doesn’t even realize how dehydrated he is until Jensen does that. The first touch of cool wetness on his lips, and Jared’s practically lunging for the bottle, Jensen grabbing him and making him slow down.
It’s Jensen who helps him up and gets him into the van. It’s Jensen who gets him home and helps him get undressed and dressed again, in loose, comfortable sweats. It’s Jensen who’s already talked to the set medic about the stomach virus spreading around town, and it’s Jensen who gets Jared the medicine he needs, making sure he’s dosed up before getting him in bed and covering him up. It’s Jensen who lies with him for a while, and as much as Jared doesn’t want Jensen to catch this thing, he’s incredibly grateful for the touch and the warmth.
****
Jared doesn’t know how long it’s been, but he knows that he’s been taken care of. He’s been given water and more meds. He remembers shivering himself awake a bit (or at least more aware), wanting to protest when the blanket over him was pulled away, then feeling a million times better when one straight out of the dryer was placed over him, all nice and warmed up. He remembers it being carefully tucked up around him. He mostly remembers sleeping, because it’s pretty much all he’s done since he was brought home.
He’s more awake now, blinking his eyes open and rubbing them. He looks around, his mouth feeling dry, and sees a tall glass of water on the table beside the bed. He’s still weak, and he wobbles a little when he lifts himself up onto his elbows and reaches for it, his hand shaking as he brings the glass to his mouth and takes a drink. The coolness of the water revives him a little more, and he can feel it moving down into his empty stomach. He drinks as much as he wants and then sets the glass back down, flopping and stretching on the bed.
“Jensen?” Jared’s aware of how whiny he sounds, but he’s too sick to be embarrassed by it, really. He’s about to call for Jensen again when he hears footsteps coming towards the bedroom. The figure that appears in the doorway is such a surprise to Jared that he just stares, the fog in his brain making it difficult for him to process the unexpected.
The man standing in the doorway is a little shorter, dark hair clinging to his forehead, blue eyes wide and concerned. He’s wearing jeans and a ridiculous sweater, and he’s…not Jensen. He’s not Jensen at all. He’s…
“Misha?” Jared asks groggily, nose scrunched up in confusion.
“Yeah, what’s up?” Misha answers quickly, walking over to the side of the bed and peering down at him. “What do you need?” He peeks at the glass, then back at Jared. “More water?”
Jared just stares up at Misha, still confused. “Misha?” he asks again. “What’re you doin’ here?”
“I’m keeping you company,” Misha says nonchalantly. “Making sure you’re alright.” He reaches for the blanket, lifts a bit of it up in his hand and frowns, cocking an eyebrow at Jared. “You want another one of these?”
“That was you?” Jared’s head is swimming, and he feels a bit dazed. “I thought…” He looks around the room, as if it’ll give him some kind of answer. “Where’s Jensen?”
“Your boyfriend had to go back to set.” Misha drops the blanket and sits on the edge of the bed. “Well, he didn’t have to, and he didn’t really want to, either, with the condition you’re in. But the last-minute changes on the last episode really pushed everything back, and since everyone’s scrambling to make deadlines, they kinda needed him to pick up the slack and film what he could.”
Jared nods. They’ve never really had a setback like this before, and he knows the crew can’t really afford to wait too long for him. They have to get something done. “What about you?”
Misha shrugs. “I’m not in this one much, so I have time to waste.”
Jared tilts his head on the pillow, looking up at Misha. “And you’re wasting it taking care of me?”
“Well, someone has to,” Misha says, smiling a little. The smile fades, Misha looking concerned again. “You really scared everybody on set today. I mean, yeah, it’s just a stomach virus, but you were really sick. And out of it. Jensen practically carried you out.”
Jared’s more than a little surprised by the look in Misha’s eyes, the blatant care that he’s showing. The fact that Misha’s been here taking care of him is…more than Jared can process right now. Their relationship has mostly been war, even if it’s been friendly. It’s been pranks and insults, dirty gestures and jeers. When it comes down to it, Jared doesn’t really hate the guy. Misha’s still cool, still one of them. But he’s still the last person Jared ever expected to have watching over him.
“You were worried?” Jared asks, and he’s starting to feel stupid now, with how oblivious and out of it he is.
Misha rolls his eyes and smiles again. “You really want me to say it? It’s kinda hard to tell my mortal enemy that I feared for his life.”
“Thanks,” Jared says, blinking. “Thank you. I mean, I didn’t think you would…” He shrugs, frowning. “I give you a lot of shit.”
“No kidding,” Misha scoffs. He stands and stretches. “If it makes you feel any better, I may have taken some pleasure in your half-second of shivering while I changed your blanket.”
Jared smiles a little. “You’re a good friend.”
Misha purses his lips in thought and nods. “That’s true. I am far superior in the dealings of friendship.”
“You’re so weird,” Jared says tiredly, laughing a little before he yawns, eyes beginning to close again.
“You warm?” Misha asks, and Jared just nods, pulling the blanket up higher. “You wanna try eating anything? I can bring something up.”
“I always knew you’d wait on me one day,” Jared murmurs, the effort to open his eyes again too much to work through. “I should probably pay you. It can be your real job, since you’re never on set.”
“But then whose car would you sabotage?” Jared just smiles a little, eyes still closed, and he hears Misha walking back towards the door. “I’ll bring you some soup.”
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 076. Who?
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,400
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Stomach virus = puking. But it's not like it's in technicolor, or anything.
Summary: Jared gets sick on set. Someone unexpected takes care of him.
Author's Notes: Because I've wanted a buddy fic like this since Chicago con, lol.
They’re already behind schedule when it happens, and Jared figures that’s just his luck. Not that he’s really been unlucky in life, but that seems to be the thing to say when things like this happen.
He’s so damn sick. It hits him fast and hard, like a goddamn train. One minute he’s tripping Misha on set, and the next he’s running for the nearest bathroom. He makes it just in time, doubling over and vomiting his life’s contents into the toilet. He’s heaving violently, and it’s been so long since he’s been sick like this that he almost forgot how much it sucks. And how much it hurts. A whimper barely escapes his throat because he can barely catch his breath. For a moment, Jared’s scared, feeling like he can’t stop, dry heaving now. Then it’s finally over, and he’s sprawled on the floor, shivering with the sudden cold he feels in his body.
Jensen’s at his side then, speaking calming words in his ear, asking him if he’s okay and feeling his forehead. Jared knows he has a fever when he hears Jensen curse, the hand Jensen has pressed to his head pressing harder, as if making sure.
“The fuck, Jared?” Jensen breathes, and Jared can hear the concern in his voice. “You didn’t see this coming?”
Jared just barely shakes his head, suddenly feeling tired and weak. He’d felt a little bit off all day, but not enough to make him worry or dampen his spirits. But this? This sucks. He moans a little, arm curling protectively around his stomach when it lurches, tucking his head into Jensen’s shoulder.
“Okay,” Jensen soothes, rubbing his back. “Alright, Jared. We’re gonna get you home, okay? Get you some water and some meds, and some nice warm blankets, okay?”
Jared doesn’t even have the presence of mind to nod. He knows it’s Jensen who presses a water bottle to his lips and makes him drink, and Jared doesn’t even realize how dehydrated he is until Jensen does that. The first touch of cool wetness on his lips, and Jared’s practically lunging for the bottle, Jensen grabbing him and making him slow down.
It’s Jensen who helps him up and gets him into the van. It’s Jensen who gets him home and helps him get undressed and dressed again, in loose, comfortable sweats. It’s Jensen who’s already talked to the set medic about the stomach virus spreading around town, and it’s Jensen who gets Jared the medicine he needs, making sure he’s dosed up before getting him in bed and covering him up. It’s Jensen who lies with him for a while, and as much as Jared doesn’t want Jensen to catch this thing, he’s incredibly grateful for the touch and the warmth.
****
Jared doesn’t know how long it’s been, but he knows that he’s been taken care of. He’s been given water and more meds. He remembers shivering himself awake a bit (or at least more aware), wanting to protest when the blanket over him was pulled away, then feeling a million times better when one straight out of the dryer was placed over him, all nice and warmed up. He remembers it being carefully tucked up around him. He mostly remembers sleeping, because it’s pretty much all he’s done since he was brought home.
He’s more awake now, blinking his eyes open and rubbing them. He looks around, his mouth feeling dry, and sees a tall glass of water on the table beside the bed. He’s still weak, and he wobbles a little when he lifts himself up onto his elbows and reaches for it, his hand shaking as he brings the glass to his mouth and takes a drink. The coolness of the water revives him a little more, and he can feel it moving down into his empty stomach. He drinks as much as he wants and then sets the glass back down, flopping and stretching on the bed.
“Jensen?” Jared’s aware of how whiny he sounds, but he’s too sick to be embarrassed by it, really. He’s about to call for Jensen again when he hears footsteps coming towards the bedroom. The figure that appears in the doorway is such a surprise to Jared that he just stares, the fog in his brain making it difficult for him to process the unexpected.
The man standing in the doorway is a little shorter, dark hair clinging to his forehead, blue eyes wide and concerned. He’s wearing jeans and a ridiculous sweater, and he’s…not Jensen. He’s not Jensen at all. He’s…
“Misha?” Jared asks groggily, nose scrunched up in confusion.
“Yeah, what’s up?” Misha answers quickly, walking over to the side of the bed and peering down at him. “What do you need?” He peeks at the glass, then back at Jared. “More water?”
Jared just stares up at Misha, still confused. “Misha?” he asks again. “What’re you doin’ here?”
“I’m keeping you company,” Misha says nonchalantly. “Making sure you’re alright.” He reaches for the blanket, lifts a bit of it up in his hand and frowns, cocking an eyebrow at Jared. “You want another one of these?”
“That was you?” Jared’s head is swimming, and he feels a bit dazed. “I thought…” He looks around the room, as if it’ll give him some kind of answer. “Where’s Jensen?”
“Your boyfriend had to go back to set.” Misha drops the blanket and sits on the edge of the bed. “Well, he didn’t have to, and he didn’t really want to, either, with the condition you’re in. But the last-minute changes on the last episode really pushed everything back, and since everyone’s scrambling to make deadlines, they kinda needed him to pick up the slack and film what he could.”
Jared nods. They’ve never really had a setback like this before, and he knows the crew can’t really afford to wait too long for him. They have to get something done. “What about you?”
Misha shrugs. “I’m not in this one much, so I have time to waste.”
Jared tilts his head on the pillow, looking up at Misha. “And you’re wasting it taking care of me?”
“Well, someone has to,” Misha says, smiling a little. The smile fades, Misha looking concerned again. “You really scared everybody on set today. I mean, yeah, it’s just a stomach virus, but you were really sick. And out of it. Jensen practically carried you out.”
Jared’s more than a little surprised by the look in Misha’s eyes, the blatant care that he’s showing. The fact that Misha’s been here taking care of him is…more than Jared can process right now. Their relationship has mostly been war, even if it’s been friendly. It’s been pranks and insults, dirty gestures and jeers. When it comes down to it, Jared doesn’t really hate the guy. Misha’s still cool, still one of them. But he’s still the last person Jared ever expected to have watching over him.
“You were worried?” Jared asks, and he’s starting to feel stupid now, with how oblivious and out of it he is.
Misha rolls his eyes and smiles again. “You really want me to say it? It’s kinda hard to tell my mortal enemy that I feared for his life.”
“Thanks,” Jared says, blinking. “Thank you. I mean, I didn’t think you would…” He shrugs, frowning. “I give you a lot of shit.”
“No kidding,” Misha scoffs. He stands and stretches. “If it makes you feel any better, I may have taken some pleasure in your half-second of shivering while I changed your blanket.”
Jared smiles a little. “You’re a good friend.”
Misha purses his lips in thought and nods. “That’s true. I am far superior in the dealings of friendship.”
“You’re so weird,” Jared says tiredly, laughing a little before he yawns, eyes beginning to close again.
“You warm?” Misha asks, and Jared just nods, pulling the blanket up higher. “You wanna try eating anything? I can bring something up.”
“I always knew you’d wait on me one day,” Jared murmurs, the effort to open his eyes again too much to work through. “I should probably pay you. It can be your real job, since you’re never on set.”
“But then whose car would you sabotage?” Jared just smiles a little, eyes still closed, and he hears Misha walking back towards the door. “I’ll bring you some soup.”