Much, much, much, too much...Much!
Title: Much, much, much, too much...Much!
Author: darkentwisted
Characters: Much(x5!), Robin, Djaq
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff, angst
Words: 300
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own; I just want to play in their universe
Notes: Written for the rh_intercomm Challenge. I would also like to thank mideltone_one and ladylovelace for the odd little bunny. As usual, props to robinfanatic and wastingyourgum for the ever essential beta'ing.
Summary: Robin never realized how much he missed it.
"Master, is there a problem? Is everything alright?"
Robin rubbed his eyes as his former manservant leaned over him. Everything wasn't alright. He had just turned over to get away from Much's snoring and was quite disconcerted to see him on the other side of him. "No...I...How?"
"Oh good! You are up!" Much number 3 piped in from the kitchen. "I thought you would sleep all day."
"Much! How did you?" Robin was quite alarmed now.
"How did I what, Master?" Much number 4 shot back from behind him with an armload of wood.
An arm snaked around Robin's neck and he turned to see Much number 5 smiling at him. "Did you dream well?"
Robin screamed in shock as all five Much's converged on him. He awoke in a cold sweat with the fussing and incessant talking still ringing in his ears. His vision focused on Djaq tending the man he dreamed about only moments earlier. Colour had returned to Much's pale cheeks.
"His fever has broken...and he's talking again."
Memory returned in a flash. Much was so ill he completely lost the ability to talk and the gang feared the worst. He was the last to take sick with the mysterious illness that took them so suddenly. Much vowed to nurse each member of the gang back to health at the cost of his own. Robin was still weak himself but thanks to his friend he was well on the mend.
He went over to the feeble blond man on the cot and took his hand.
"Master..." The former servant croaked as he tried to raise up.
"Much..."
"I'll...I'll be...quiet now," the sick man smiled.
Robin laughed softly as he stroked Much's brow. "No, talk all you want. I never realized how much I missed hearing your voice."
Author: darkentwisted
Characters: Much(x5!), Robin, Djaq
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff, angst
Words: 300
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own; I just want to play in their universe
Notes: Written for the rh_intercomm Challenge. I would also like to thank mideltone_one and ladylovelace for the odd little bunny. As usual, props to robinfanatic and wastingyourgum for the ever essential beta'ing.
Summary: Robin never realized how much he missed it.
"Master, is there a problem? Is everything alright?"
Robin rubbed his eyes as his former manservant leaned over him. Everything wasn't alright. He had just turned over to get away from Much's snoring and was quite disconcerted to see him on the other side of him. "No...I...How?"
"Oh good! You are up!" Much number 3 piped in from the kitchen. "I thought you would sleep all day."
"Much! How did you?" Robin was quite alarmed now.
"How did I what, Master?" Much number 4 shot back from behind him with an armload of wood.
An arm snaked around Robin's neck and he turned to see Much number 5 smiling at him. "Did you dream well?"
Robin screamed in shock as all five Much's converged on him. He awoke in a cold sweat with the fussing and incessant talking still ringing in his ears. His vision focused on Djaq tending the man he dreamed about only moments earlier. Colour had returned to Much's pale cheeks.
"His fever has broken...and he's talking again."
Memory returned in a flash. Much was so ill he completely lost the ability to talk and the gang feared the worst. He was the last to take sick with the mysterious illness that took them so suddenly. Much vowed to nurse each member of the gang back to health at the cost of his own. Robin was still weak himself but thanks to his friend he was well on the mend.
He went over to the feeble blond man on the cot and took his hand.
"Master..." The former servant croaked as he tried to raise up.
"Much..."
"I'll...I'll be...quiet now," the sick man smiled.
Robin laughed softly as he stroked Much's brow. "No, talk all you want. I never realized how much I missed hearing your voice."