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Flyers Mini Series "Scottie Cares", story one
TITLE: "Sick"
BY: K.Jameson
FANDOM: NHL
TEAM: Philadelphia Flyers
PAIRING(S): None (shocking!) just Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul friendship
RATING: PG-13 (the kiddies can read this one)
WARNINGS: Fluff, and some deep man love (and a little bit of grossness due to the fact that someone is sick)
SUMMARY: Story ONE of my "Scottie Cares" mini series.
CREDIT: I always amuse myself.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: These stories are random; don't take place in order. They are all pretty much drabbles, with a few a little longer than what would be usual. I was inspiried by the lack of emotion that Scottie held in some other fics I read, so I wanted to show his other side (not quite like what my first fic was). I did edit this before I posted so hopefully it's alright.
There were several used, icky, rolled up tissues scattered around the bedroom floor. Bedsheets, having been washed two times already in that past three days, were ignored. He had no need for a blanket; no, not now when he was already running a fever and he felit like his whole body was on fire. A bucket had been placed by the bed for his conveinance. It was used only once, thank god.
Scottie Upshall stood in the doorway and stared at his best friend. Three days and counting. It's been three days since Joffrey Lupul first puked in his lap on the ride home from dinner Monday night. He had been driving the car, thankfully, when Lupes started complaining about his head hurting.
Oh quit whining, you big baby.
No, I'm serious. I really don't feel well.
Scottie ignored him - he was just being whiny, right? cause he did eat a lot - until Lupes had turned and puked into his lap. It took him forever to get the inside of car cleaned and the smell still lingered a bit.
Scottie shook his head and started walking up to the bed. Joff was sleeping, with his mouth wide open and clad only in boxer shorts. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and felt Joff's forehead. He was still hot, still running a fever. The washcloth had slipped off and was now pressed between the bed and Joff's right cheek. Scottie slowly pulled it away and went into the bathroom. He ran the cold water and rinsed the washcloth out. He let it soak for a couple seconds, allowing the fresh water to overcome it, and then headed back out into the bedroom and next to Joff's side. Scottie kissed his forehead gently before placing the washcloth on him, covering his forehead.
His phone started to vibrate in the other room. After shutting the bedroom door quietly, Scottie walked over to his phone and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Ups. How's he doing?" It was Mike Richards.
There was a sigh from Scottie as he took a seat on the couch. "He's still running a fever. I got him to eat some toast this morning and take his medicine. He's been sleeping ever since and keeping it all down."
"Well, that's good to hear - that's he's keeping the food and medicine down."
"Yeah...just need to get that fever gone."
"Listen, Scottie, are you sure you don't want me to come over and watch him for awhile? I just got done practice, and you haven't been out of the condo for three days straight now. I don't mind coming over if you wanted to sneak out to go practice."
Scottie contiplated the offer. He knew Stevens wasn't too happy with him not skating in three days. But Stevens also knew that Lupes was sick and needed to be cared for.
Cared for...
Yeah.
"Thanks, Richie, but I need to stay here. You if want to stop by that's fine. But I'm not leaving. I want to be here when he wakes up."
"Okay. If that's what you want....I still want to come over. I'm gonna run to the store first. Want me to get him anything?"
"Uh..." Pause. "Soup? His favorite is Chicken 'N Stars."
"Okay, see you in twenty minutes, Ups."
"Bye." Scottie hung up the phone and sat it down on the coffee table across from him.
Last time Joff was sick, Scottie was no where to be found. He complained about not wanting to catch his cold; that he needed to get laid more than he needed to sit around and watch him sleep. Last time, Richie was the one who cared for him. But this time...
Scottie stood up and walked back to the bedroom. When he opened the door, he noticed Joff had turned over and the washcloth fell again. Scottie picked it up off the floor and set it in the bucket. A cough caught his attention.
"Ups?"
Scottie looked down at Joff, eyes beaming back at him surrounded by pale skin.
"Hey, Lupes. How you feeling?"
"Bad." Three more coughs and Joff closed his eyes. Scottie felt his forehead - warm now, not as hot. Maybe the medicine was starting to work.
"Yeah? Richie's bringing some soup. I want you to eat a little and take more medicine. We need to get that fever down."
Joff sighed, eyes still closed, and coughed a few times more.
"Don't want soup."
"Lupes, you - "
"Want you." Joff patted the empty spot next to him on the bed. "Please?"
Scottie wasn't entirely sure what Joff was asking for, but decided to go along with it.
"Ok." Scottie sat on the bed and scooted himself next to Joff. He went to go grab the blankets but Joff pushed them away, kicking them completely off the bed.
"No, too hot." Joff cuddled up next to Scottie, his head cradled into his neck and a hand left stray on his chest. Scottie pulled the man, kissing the top of his head, allowing him to find comfort in his presence.
"Thank you," Joff whispered.
"What?" Scottie looked down at him, not sure if he heard right.
"Thank you." Joff kissed his neck. "I know you care. Thank you for being here this time."
Scottie softly turned Joff's chin up and kissed him. The kiss was gentle, simple, loving, and spoke more to Joff than a kiss from Scottie ever did before.
A smile formed on his lips once the kiss was over. "You're welcome." Scottie let his head fall back and rest against the headboard as he heard Joff slowly go back to sleep. The sound of his snoring soon filled his ears and Scottie allowed his eyes to slip closed.
They two laid there, sleeping peacefully, and somewhere about three miles away, Richie was buying soup.
END!
BY: K.Jameson
FANDOM: NHL
TEAM: Philadelphia Flyers
PAIRING(S): None (shocking!) just Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul friendship
RATING: PG-13 (the kiddies can read this one)
WARNINGS: Fluff, and some deep man love (and a little bit of grossness due to the fact that someone is sick)
SUMMARY: Story ONE of my "Scottie Cares" mini series.
CREDIT: I always amuse myself.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: These stories are random; don't take place in order. They are all pretty much drabbles, with a few a little longer than what would be usual. I was inspiried by the lack of emotion that Scottie held in some other fics I read, so I wanted to show his other side (not quite like what my first fic was). I did edit this before I posted so hopefully it's alright.
There were several used, icky, rolled up tissues scattered around the bedroom floor. Bedsheets, having been washed two times already in that past three days, were ignored. He had no need for a blanket; no, not now when he was already running a fever and he felit like his whole body was on fire. A bucket had been placed by the bed for his conveinance. It was used only once, thank god.
Scottie Upshall stood in the doorway and stared at his best friend. Three days and counting. It's been three days since Joffrey Lupul first puked in his lap on the ride home from dinner Monday night. He had been driving the car, thankfully, when Lupes started complaining about his head hurting.
Oh quit whining, you big baby.
No, I'm serious. I really don't feel well.
Scottie ignored him - he was just being whiny, right? cause he did eat a lot - until Lupes had turned and puked into his lap. It took him forever to get the inside of car cleaned and the smell still lingered a bit.
Scottie shook his head and started walking up to the bed. Joff was sleeping, with his mouth wide open and clad only in boxer shorts. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and felt Joff's forehead. He was still hot, still running a fever. The washcloth had slipped off and was now pressed between the bed and Joff's right cheek. Scottie slowly pulled it away and went into the bathroom. He ran the cold water and rinsed the washcloth out. He let it soak for a couple seconds, allowing the fresh water to overcome it, and then headed back out into the bedroom and next to Joff's side. Scottie kissed his forehead gently before placing the washcloth on him, covering his forehead.
His phone started to vibrate in the other room. After shutting the bedroom door quietly, Scottie walked over to his phone and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Ups. How's he doing?" It was Mike Richards.
There was a sigh from Scottie as he took a seat on the couch. "He's still running a fever. I got him to eat some toast this morning and take his medicine. He's been sleeping ever since and keeping it all down."
"Well, that's good to hear - that's he's keeping the food and medicine down."
"Yeah...just need to get that fever gone."
"Listen, Scottie, are you sure you don't want me to come over and watch him for awhile? I just got done practice, and you haven't been out of the condo for three days straight now. I don't mind coming over if you wanted to sneak out to go practice."
Scottie contiplated the offer. He knew Stevens wasn't too happy with him not skating in three days. But Stevens also knew that Lupes was sick and needed to be cared for.
Cared for...
Yeah.
"Thanks, Richie, but I need to stay here. You if want to stop by that's fine. But I'm not leaving. I want to be here when he wakes up."
"Okay. If that's what you want....I still want to come over. I'm gonna run to the store first. Want me to get him anything?"
"Uh..." Pause. "Soup? His favorite is Chicken 'N Stars."
"Okay, see you in twenty minutes, Ups."
"Bye." Scottie hung up the phone and sat it down on the coffee table across from him.
Last time Joff was sick, Scottie was no where to be found. He complained about not wanting to catch his cold; that he needed to get laid more than he needed to sit around and watch him sleep. Last time, Richie was the one who cared for him. But this time...
Scottie stood up and walked back to the bedroom. When he opened the door, he noticed Joff had turned over and the washcloth fell again. Scottie picked it up off the floor and set it in the bucket. A cough caught his attention.
"Ups?"
Scottie looked down at Joff, eyes beaming back at him surrounded by pale skin.
"Hey, Lupes. How you feeling?"
"Bad." Three more coughs and Joff closed his eyes. Scottie felt his forehead - warm now, not as hot. Maybe the medicine was starting to work.
"Yeah? Richie's bringing some soup. I want you to eat a little and take more medicine. We need to get that fever down."
Joff sighed, eyes still closed, and coughed a few times more.
"Don't want soup."
"Lupes, you - "
"Want you." Joff patted the empty spot next to him on the bed. "Please?"
Scottie wasn't entirely sure what Joff was asking for, but decided to go along with it.
"Ok." Scottie sat on the bed and scooted himself next to Joff. He went to go grab the blankets but Joff pushed them away, kicking them completely off the bed.
"No, too hot." Joff cuddled up next to Scottie, his head cradled into his neck and a hand left stray on his chest. Scottie pulled the man, kissing the top of his head, allowing him to find comfort in his presence.
"Thank you," Joff whispered.
"What?" Scottie looked down at him, not sure if he heard right.
"Thank you." Joff kissed his neck. "I know you care. Thank you for being here this time."
Scottie softly turned Joff's chin up and kissed him. The kiss was gentle, simple, loving, and spoke more to Joff than a kiss from Scottie ever did before.
A smile formed on his lips once the kiss was over. "You're welcome." Scottie let his head fall back and rest against the headboard as he heard Joff slowly go back to sleep. The sound of his snoring soon filled his ears and Scottie allowed his eyes to slip closed.
They two laid there, sleeping peacefully, and somewhere about three miles away, Richie was buying soup.
END!