Chicken Soup for Scott (Alex/Scott RPS)
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float_on_alrightTitle: Chicken Soup for Scott
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illfindmyway (maybe) Fandom: Hawaii 5-0 RPS
Pairing: Alex/Scott
Scott was not the type of guy to ask for help. He was also the type of guy who turned down help when it was offered. He said he liked to suffer alone so that he didn’t have to suffer in silence. Unfortunately for Scott, that was just too bad. Alex wasn’t offering help, he was giving it; wanted or not. From what Grace said, Scott should have been back in his L.A. apartment and it seemed likely he’d already chased off any and everyone who had offered help.
Alex was sure he’d found the right place; he had Scott’s address, even though he’d never been there, and for once he was thankful his face was familiar because the doorman let him right up without any trouble. He knocked when he got to the right door. Nothing, so he knocked again. This time he thought he heard a grumbling inside, so he knocked a third time.
“Go away,” Scott’s unmistakable voice came from inside though it sounded harsher than usual.
“Dude, I did not fly six hours to be told ‘go away’. Open up.”
“Alex?”
“Yeah, mate.”
Alex thought he heard something that sounded like “the fuck?” before Scott said, “I don’t know why you hopped over here, but go away, you fucking kangaroo.”
Alex chuckled. “You’ve got about thirty seconds to open this door before I pick the lock.” That was actually a lie; he’d already started picking it.
Scott took a few seconds to respond. “Liar.”
Alex heard the click that meant he’d unlocked the door and cackled, Scott clearly didn’t know him well enough. Yet.
“I’m coming in.” He opened the door and found his way to the living room where Scott was sprawled on the couch, half covered with a small afghan, the painful looking welts around the bottom of his foot fully visible.
“You wanker,” Scott said in disbelief, which only made Alex laugh harder. Clearly, he was rubbing off on Scott.
“Is that any way to say thank you to a friend who came all this way to take care you?” Alex walked into the kitchen which opened up into the living room and began looking through the fridge and cabinets.
“I’m fine.”
“You look like liquid laugh.”
“I don’t even know what that means.”
Alex laughed. “Shit, mate, you look like shit.”
“Asshole.”
“Cunt,” Alex replied easily with a smile so Scott wouldn’t take offense. He leaned against the living room entrance, crossing his arms as he peered down at the other man.
At that, Scott laid one arm over his eyes, and flailed the other. “Make yourself at home.”
“Where are your keys?”
“Why? You already picked the lock.” One arm continuing to gesture, punctuating his words.
“I’m going to the store, you have fuck all in your kitchen. I want to lock the door behind me.” He paused realizing he was taking over. “Um, is there anything in particular you want?”
“You to leave me alone.”
“Tough. Anything else?”
Scott sighed. “More aspirin.”
“Right.”
“Keys by the door. In a dish. On that table.” Another arm flail completed the directions.
“Be back in a bit.” Scott didn’t answer, just rolled over on the couch. The afghan slid down revealing Scott’s bare shoulder and back. Alex couldn't resist walking over and pulling the blanket up, brushing his shoulder as he did. Touching him made Alex’s skin warm and not just because Scott was running a low fever. Alex walked through the apartment until he found a linen closet and found Scott a better blanket. He pulled off the one that was barely covering Scott and to trade it for the other, enjoying a peek of the low slung sweatpants that bared Scott’s hip.
“I hate you,” Scott said without any malice. Alex put the fresh blanket over him, basically tucking him in.
“Sticks and stones, babe.”
Scott mumbled something unintelligible in return and Alex made his way to the door, looking back at Scott’s now motionless form one more time before closing the door and locking it behind him.
It wasn't long before Alex was back from the store and cooking. Scott slept through the process, although he did wake up once to use the bathroom. He had trouble putting pressure on his foot, so Alex helped him walk. After that, Scott slept again until Alex woke him up for dinner. Scott propped himself up on the couch and Alex sat next to him, trying not to crowd him but wanting to be near the other man. He turned on the TV, but neither of them was really watching it.
“Grace said you were stung by a jellyfish,” Alex broke the silence. “What happened? You’re usually pretty careful.”
“I am careful,” Scott responded, “not that it’s any guarantee. Anyway, there was a kid not far from me who didn’t see it floating towards him. I tried to get his attention, but he was yelling at someone on the shore. I paddled out towards him and this wave was pushing it closer to him. I pushed the kid to swim to shore and he’s fine, but I ended up getting my foot caught like a dumbass.”
“Hey, that was a really good thing you did. The kid would probably have had a lot worse time with it.” In reply, Scott merely grunted. He leaned back in the couch, soup bowl in hand.
“They said I could experience “flu like symptoms”, the works. I guess I should be thankful that I don't feel any worse than I do,” he said and sighed. “Chicken noodle soup, I don’t know whether to punch you for treating me like a seven year old with a cold or hug you for finding something so delicious. Campbell’s seriously stepped up their game.”
Alex laughed. “It definitely isn’t Campbell’s,” he said pausing to blow over his spoon, then continued shyly, “I can give you the recipe though, if ya like.”
“Wait.” Scott said. He opened his eyes and sat up a little. “You made this? You made me chicken soup from an actual recipe?!”
Alex shrugged. “I like to cook.”
“You flew over two thousand miles to make me chicken soup?”
“Something like that.” Alex studied his soup; twirled his spoon in it, but didn’t take a bite.
Scott blinked at him, looking a little stunned. Then he set down his near empty bowl on the coffee table, while Alex, feeling disconcertingly nervous, continued to pretend to study his soup. Scott was staring at him and looking a lot like his TV character trying to understand a clue or a new “Steve Face”. That was the moment Alex decided his nerves weren’t so inexplicable.
“Thank you, I,” Scott said as he took a deep breath, “You’re a real friend.” Alex winced before he could catch himself, so he started to reach for Scott’s bowl to cover it, but Scott’s hand was on his arm before he managed to move far. “Alex, wait.” Alex never thought he’d struggle so hard to play his usual casual self.
“Yeah, mate?” He couldn’t look at Scott; which was why he was surprised at the feel of soft pressure, warm lips, and stubble against his cheek. He jumped a little in surprise, turning sharply to look at Scott.
The other man was smiling that lopsided grin he had sometimes when he was unsure, their faces still very close together. Alex couldn’t take his eyes off Scott’s mouth and after a moment, Scott shifted, leaning slowly towards him and Alex could barely breathe; afraid moving might break the spell.
It didn't, and Scott’s lips met his, tentative at first and then pressing more deeply, brushing his fingers along Alex’s cheek. Alex didn’t open his eyes for a few seconds after the kiss broke. Scott chuckled at his reaction.
“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” he confessed. “I felt stupid about what happened and ill, just exhausted. I was glad you weren’t here. You showing up, seeing me like this, felt like a nightmare, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.” He laughed again. “I should have kissed you ages ago.” Alex still couldn’t respond, but Scott didn’t seem to mind.
“Slide down to the end of the couch, will ya?” Alex complied, still dazed. Scott laid his head in Alex’s lap, wrapping the blanket over the rest of him.
Finally Alex seemed to gather his brain cells because he said, “God, you’re short.”
“Ha. Ha,” Scott pretended to laugh, before closing his eyes. “You will be sorry you said that when I feel better.”
Alex reached under the blanket to run his fingers up and down Scott’s spine, over his shoulders, and down across his back. Scott shivered at the touch, but the muscles in his back seemed to melt and the tension that haunted the edges of his face slacked.
Scott sighed, eyes still closed. “On second thought, I may forgive you.”
(Master of Lists! Well...)
Genre: RPS - H/C, romance, fluff
Rated: PG story - Mature Language (They curse - don't say I didn't warn you)
Word Count: ~1,500
Disclaimer: This is a totally fictional account of the lives of real people.
Notes: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scott_alex_rps After Holiday Prompt Fest.
Rated: PG story - Mature Language (They curse - don't say I didn't warn you)
Word Count: ~1,500
Disclaimer: This is a totally fictional account of the lives of real people.
Notes: Written for the
scott_alex_rps After Holiday Prompt Fest. My eternal thanks to purple_spock and shanachie_quill who are wonderful people. I can't thank them enough for their help and patience.
purple_spock and shanachie_quill who are wonderful people. I can't thank them enough for their help and patience.Prompt: During hiatus one of them is back home alone, sick as a dog and the other one flies in to town to take care of him.
*Liquid Laugh actually means "throw up" - I used it cause I figured Scott looks like he's about to be sick, but I figure Alex would "translate" it to something Scott would flip him off for :-P
*Liquid Laugh actually means "throw up" - I used it cause I figured Scott looks like he's about to be sick, but I figure Alex would "translate" it to something Scott would flip him off for :-P
Scott was not the type of guy to ask for help. He was also the type of guy who turned down help when it was offered. He said he liked to suffer alone so that he didn’t have to suffer in silence. Unfortunately for Scott, that was just too bad. Alex wasn’t offering help, he was giving it; wanted or not. From what Grace said, Scott should have been back in his L.A. apartment and it seemed likely he’d already chased off any and everyone who had offered help.
Alex was sure he’d found the right place; he had Scott’s address, even though he’d never been there, and for once he was thankful his face was familiar because the doorman let him right up without any trouble. He knocked when he got to the right door. Nothing, so he knocked again. This time he thought he heard a grumbling inside, so he knocked a third time.
“Go away,” Scott’s unmistakable voice came from inside though it sounded harsher than usual.
“Dude, I did not fly six hours to be told ‘go away’. Open up.”
“Alex?”
“Yeah, mate.”
Alex thought he heard something that sounded like “the fuck?” before Scott said, “I don’t know why you hopped over here, but go away, you fucking kangaroo.”
Alex chuckled. “You’ve got about thirty seconds to open this door before I pick the lock.” That was actually a lie; he’d already started picking it.
Scott took a few seconds to respond. “Liar.”
Alex heard the click that meant he’d unlocked the door and cackled, Scott clearly didn’t know him well enough. Yet.
“I’m coming in.” He opened the door and found his way to the living room where Scott was sprawled on the couch, half covered with a small afghan, the painful looking welts around the bottom of his foot fully visible.
“You wanker,” Scott said in disbelief, which only made Alex laugh harder. Clearly, he was rubbing off on Scott.
“Is that any way to say thank you to a friend who came all this way to take care you?” Alex walked into the kitchen which opened up into the living room and began looking through the fridge and cabinets.
“I’m fine.”
“You look like liquid laugh.”
“I don’t even know what that means.”
Alex laughed. “Shit, mate, you look like shit.”
“Asshole.”
“Cunt,” Alex replied easily with a smile so Scott wouldn’t take offense. He leaned against the living room entrance, crossing his arms as he peered down at the other man.
At that, Scott laid one arm over his eyes, and flailed the other. “Make yourself at home.”
“Where are your keys?”
“Why? You already picked the lock.” One arm continuing to gesture, punctuating his words.
“I’m going to the store, you have fuck all in your kitchen. I want to lock the door behind me.” He paused realizing he was taking over. “Um, is there anything in particular you want?”
“You to leave me alone.”
“Tough. Anything else?”
Scott sighed. “More aspirin.”
“Right.”
“Keys by the door. In a dish. On that table.” Another arm flail completed the directions.
“Be back in a bit.” Scott didn’t answer, just rolled over on the couch. The afghan slid down revealing Scott’s bare shoulder and back. Alex couldn't resist walking over and pulling the blanket up, brushing his shoulder as he did. Touching him made Alex’s skin warm and not just because Scott was running a low fever. Alex walked through the apartment until he found a linen closet and found Scott a better blanket. He pulled off the one that was barely covering Scott and to trade it for the other, enjoying a peek of the low slung sweatpants that bared Scott’s hip.
“I hate you,” Scott said without any malice. Alex put the fresh blanket over him, basically tucking him in.
“Sticks and stones, babe.”
Scott mumbled something unintelligible in return and Alex made his way to the door, looking back at Scott’s now motionless form one more time before closing the door and locking it behind him.
It wasn't long before Alex was back from the store and cooking. Scott slept through the process, although he did wake up once to use the bathroom. He had trouble putting pressure on his foot, so Alex helped him walk. After that, Scott slept again until Alex woke him up for dinner. Scott propped himself up on the couch and Alex sat next to him, trying not to crowd him but wanting to be near the other man. He turned on the TV, but neither of them was really watching it.
“Grace said you were stung by a jellyfish,” Alex broke the silence. “What happened? You’re usually pretty careful.”
“I am careful,” Scott responded, “not that it’s any guarantee. Anyway, there was a kid not far from me who didn’t see it floating towards him. I tried to get his attention, but he was yelling at someone on the shore. I paddled out towards him and this wave was pushing it closer to him. I pushed the kid to swim to shore and he’s fine, but I ended up getting my foot caught like a dumbass.”
“Hey, that was a really good thing you did. The kid would probably have had a lot worse time with it.” In reply, Scott merely grunted. He leaned back in the couch, soup bowl in hand.
“They said I could experience “flu like symptoms”, the works. I guess I should be thankful that I don't feel any worse than I do,” he said and sighed. “Chicken noodle soup, I don’t know whether to punch you for treating me like a seven year old with a cold or hug you for finding something so delicious. Campbell’s seriously stepped up their game.”
Alex laughed. “It definitely isn’t Campbell’s,” he said pausing to blow over his spoon, then continued shyly, “I can give you the recipe though, if ya like.”
“Wait.” Scott said. He opened his eyes and sat up a little. “You made this? You made me chicken soup from an actual recipe?!”
Alex shrugged. “I like to cook.”
“You flew over two thousand miles to make me chicken soup?”
“Something like that.” Alex studied his soup; twirled his spoon in it, but didn’t take a bite.
Scott blinked at him, looking a little stunned. Then he set down his near empty bowl on the coffee table, while Alex, feeling disconcertingly nervous, continued to pretend to study his soup. Scott was staring at him and looking a lot like his TV character trying to understand a clue or a new “Steve Face”. That was the moment Alex decided his nerves weren’t so inexplicable.
“Thank you, I,” Scott said as he took a deep breath, “You’re a real friend.” Alex winced before he could catch himself, so he started to reach for Scott’s bowl to cover it, but Scott’s hand was on his arm before he managed to move far. “Alex, wait.” Alex never thought he’d struggle so hard to play his usual casual self.
“Yeah, mate?” He couldn’t look at Scott; which was why he was surprised at the feel of soft pressure, warm lips, and stubble against his cheek. He jumped a little in surprise, turning sharply to look at Scott.
The other man was smiling that lopsided grin he had sometimes when he was unsure, their faces still very close together. Alex couldn’t take his eyes off Scott’s mouth and after a moment, Scott shifted, leaning slowly towards him and Alex could barely breathe; afraid moving might break the spell.
It didn't, and Scott’s lips met his, tentative at first and then pressing more deeply, brushing his fingers along Alex’s cheek. Alex didn’t open his eyes for a few seconds after the kiss broke. Scott chuckled at his reaction.
“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” he confessed. “I felt stupid about what happened and ill, just exhausted. I was glad you weren’t here. You showing up, seeing me like this, felt like a nightmare, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.” He laughed again. “I should have kissed you ages ago.” Alex still couldn’t respond, but Scott didn’t seem to mind.
“Slide down to the end of the couch, will ya?” Alex complied, still dazed. Scott laid his head in Alex’s lap, wrapping the blanket over the rest of him.
Finally Alex seemed to gather his brain cells because he said, “God, you’re short.”
“Ha. Ha,” Scott pretended to laugh, before closing his eyes. “You will be sorry you said that when I feel better.”
Alex reached under the blanket to run his fingers up and down Scott’s spine, over his shoulders, and down across his back. Scott shivered at the touch, but the muscles in his back seemed to melt and the tension that haunted the edges of his face slacked.
Scott sighed, eyes still closed. “On second thought, I may forgive you.”
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Date: 2011-03-23 05:01 pm (UTC):D Thanks, hehe.