The Calzones of Betrayal
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: PG
Timeline: Takes place during Ann's Decision.
Summary: For the prompt: Parks and rec thoughts /fic request /Headcanon thing: Leslie taking care Of Ben when he gets food poisoning trading for the wedding.
It’s just after Leslie leaves The Douche in the parking garage, that Tom texts to inform her that she may want to go pick up her boy toy, because he’s currently on the floor in Chris’s office.
Between Ann making a possible Douche-baby and April borrowing most of her clothes, she had completely forgotten about Ben.
Ben. He really didn’t look very good this morning, although he’d insisted he was fine. But by the time she gets to Chris’s office, her boy toy has definitely taken a turn for the worse. He’s alone and curled up in a sweaty ball against Chris’s desk, a hastily scribbled note on a sheet of yellow legal paper, propped up against him in Chris’s messy but still recognizable handwriting:
please help him. I had to go throw up and die again.
“Babe?” She kneels down and puts a hand on Ben’s warm, very damp forehead. Leslie makes a face. “Oh, honey, what happened?”
“Oh, hey. I think I’m dead. I’m so sorry, I really wanted to marry you.”
“We need to get you home,” she says, trying to help him up.
“Did we get a bathroom installed in your car?” Ben asks her groggily, as Leslie slowly helps him up and into a standing position, supporting most of his weight against the desk.
Leslie stares at him. “Babe, it’s only a five-minute trip, you can make it.”
“I’m not entirely sure-”
“It’s okay,” she says soothingly, as she grabs her phone and texts Ann, beautiful, baby-crazy, unicorn nurse, Ann.
After a quick text consultation with her best friend, she’s definitely convinced that Ben has food poisoning and will probably be fine after he gets whatever it is out of his system.
Leslie puts her phone back in her pocket and then gets her helpless fiance into the car (luckily Kyle walks by in the parking lot and helps her with the last part of her task).
Ben is mostly okay on the quick ride home, but at the last stop sign by their house, he worriedly informs her that, “Oh my god, the calzones of betrayal are coming out soon and I don’t exactly know what their exit strategy is…oh god…oh…” but then it’s okay because they’re home and Ben is safely in the bathroom, while Leslie waits outside the door just in case he needs help.
After about fifteen minutes of horrible retching sounds that make her cringe in sympathy, the door opens a crack.
“Leslie?”
“Yeah?” Leslie steps inside to see Ben lying on the floor. Still pale and sweaty, but maybe looking a little better? It’s honestly a little hard to tell. “How are you doing, honey?”
“Well, I don’t think the mini-calzone people should cater our wedding.”
“No,” she agrees. “Probably not. Do you want to go lie down?”
“Yeah, but I threw up on my shirt at first and now I’m all gross.”
“Well,” she tells him, smiling softly, “I don’t think you’re all gross.”
“You are very sweet,” Ben answers. “But I definitely am. Can you-” he tries to get up and Leslie grabs him around the waist and helps him stand the rest of the way. “I need to take a shower.”
Leslie gently gets Ben’s clothes off and is able to get him into the shower fairly easily, propping him up against the wall. He seems somewhat stable, so she quickly strips her own clothes off and gets in too.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. You don’t need to-”
“Shhhhhh, I don’t want you to fall over,” she tells him, reaching for the soap.
It’s so strange to be around Ben when he’s like this-so in need of her help.
He’s usually so independent and capable, they both are. But it’s as she’s rinsing him off, while he closes his eyes and makes little sighing noises (she hopes they’re good noises), that it hits her. Right now, Ben needs her and there’s absolutely no where else she would rather be, than right here, naked in the shower, and taking care of him.
And if their positions were reversed, Leslie knows that Ben would be doing the exact same thing for her-gently washing her off and then helping her into bed.
After they get out of the bathtub, she wraps him up in a big towel and manages to get him into a pair of clean pajamas and tucked in under the covers. Leslie quickly gets redressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and sits on the bed next to him, softly stroking his hair.
Maybe she should grab the bathroom trash can and put it by the bed just in case? Maybe go out and get some ginger ale after he falls asleep?
“It was the calzones,” he says sadly. Weakly.
“The calzones betrayed you?”
“Yes. Why would they do that, babe?”
Leslie smiles at him. “I don’t know, honey. But you’re going to be okay. We can still get married and have the wedding of the millennium.”
“Okay.” Ben is quiet for a few minutes, before adding, “Thank you for taking care of me. I know you have a lot going on right now.”
“Shhhh,” she tells him, pulling the covers up to his chin and then kissing his still-a-little-sweaty forehead. “This is the only thing I have going on right now. Just try to sleep. I’ll be right here if you need me.”
Rating: PG
Timeline: Takes place during Ann's Decision.
Summary: For the prompt: Parks and rec thoughts /fic request /Headcanon thing: Leslie taking care Of Ben when he gets food poisoning trading for the wedding.
It’s just after Leslie leaves The Douche in the parking garage, that Tom texts to inform her that she may want to go pick up her boy toy, because he’s currently on the floor in Chris’s office.
Between Ann making a possible Douche-baby and April borrowing most of her clothes, she had completely forgotten about Ben.
Ben. He really didn’t look very good this morning, although he’d insisted he was fine. But by the time she gets to Chris’s office, her boy toy has definitely taken a turn for the worse. He’s alone and curled up in a sweaty ball against Chris’s desk, a hastily scribbled note on a sheet of yellow legal paper, propped up against him in Chris’s messy but still recognizable handwriting:
please help him. I had to go throw up and die again.
“Babe?” She kneels down and puts a hand on Ben’s warm, very damp forehead. Leslie makes a face. “Oh, honey, what happened?”
“Oh, hey. I think I’m dead. I’m so sorry, I really wanted to marry you.”
“We need to get you home,” she says, trying to help him up.
“Did we get a bathroom installed in your car?” Ben asks her groggily, as Leslie slowly helps him up and into a standing position, supporting most of his weight against the desk.
Leslie stares at him. “Babe, it’s only a five-minute trip, you can make it.”
“I’m not entirely sure-”
“It’s okay,” she says soothingly, as she grabs her phone and texts Ann, beautiful, baby-crazy, unicorn nurse, Ann.
After a quick text consultation with her best friend, she’s definitely convinced that Ben has food poisoning and will probably be fine after he gets whatever it is out of his system.
Leslie puts her phone back in her pocket and then gets her helpless fiance into the car (luckily Kyle walks by in the parking lot and helps her with the last part of her task).
Ben is mostly okay on the quick ride home, but at the last stop sign by their house, he worriedly informs her that, “Oh my god, the calzones of betrayal are coming out soon and I don’t exactly know what their exit strategy is…oh god…oh…” but then it’s okay because they’re home and Ben is safely in the bathroom, while Leslie waits outside the door just in case he needs help.
After about fifteen minutes of horrible retching sounds that make her cringe in sympathy, the door opens a crack.
“Leslie?”
“Yeah?” Leslie steps inside to see Ben lying on the floor. Still pale and sweaty, but maybe looking a little better? It’s honestly a little hard to tell. “How are you doing, honey?”
“Well, I don’t think the mini-calzone people should cater our wedding.”
“No,” she agrees. “Probably not. Do you want to go lie down?”
“Yeah, but I threw up on my shirt at first and now I’m all gross.”
“Well,” she tells him, smiling softly, “I don’t think you’re all gross.”
“You are very sweet,” Ben answers. “But I definitely am. Can you-” he tries to get up and Leslie grabs him around the waist and helps him stand the rest of the way. “I need to take a shower.”
Leslie gently gets Ben’s clothes off and is able to get him into the shower fairly easily, propping him up against the wall. He seems somewhat stable, so she quickly strips her own clothes off and gets in too.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. You don’t need to-”
“Shhhhhh, I don’t want you to fall over,” she tells him, reaching for the soap.
It’s so strange to be around Ben when he’s like this-so in need of her help.
He’s usually so independent and capable, they both are. But it’s as she’s rinsing him off, while he closes his eyes and makes little sighing noises (she hopes they’re good noises), that it hits her. Right now, Ben needs her and there’s absolutely no where else she would rather be, than right here, naked in the shower, and taking care of him.
And if their positions were reversed, Leslie knows that Ben would be doing the exact same thing for her-gently washing her off and then helping her into bed.
After they get out of the bathtub, she wraps him up in a big towel and manages to get him into a pair of clean pajamas and tucked in under the covers. Leslie quickly gets redressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and sits on the bed next to him, softly stroking his hair.
Maybe she should grab the bathroom trash can and put it by the bed just in case? Maybe go out and get some ginger ale after he falls asleep?
“It was the calzones,” he says sadly. Weakly.
“The calzones betrayed you?”
“Yes. Why would they do that, babe?”
Leslie smiles at him. “I don’t know, honey. But you’re going to be okay. We can still get married and have the wedding of the millennium.”
“Okay.” Ben is quiet for a few minutes, before adding, “Thank you for taking care of me. I know you have a lot going on right now.”
“Shhhh,” she tells him, pulling the covers up to his chin and then kissing his still-a-little-sweaty forehead. “This is the only thing I have going on right now. Just try to sleep. I’ll be right here if you need me.”