BluFlu
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+M through R › Red vs. Blue
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,044
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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BluFlu
Title: BluFlu
Chapter: 1/maybe
Setting: Season 4 I guess
Pairing: Caboose/Church (kinda)
Rating: PG-13
Writen in response to "Character A Is Sick And Character B Makes Him Feel Better Somehow Because They Are In Love And It Is Cute"
Disclaimer: I don't own this
Church felt like shit, wait no, that just wasn’t adequate, nowhere near in fact. He felt like pure unmitigated shit. You come back from being a trapped as a freaking ghost in the spirit world, spend a while possessing a robot body all the while begging and pleading with the universe to give you back your body, and what happens?
Church had the flu, he suspected the Reds had weaponised some sort of Flu hybridised with something else because he couldn’t ever remember feeling this bad. At first he thought the cloned body grew wrong, which after the month of waiting for it to grow in the tanks under the ancient complex, well it sucked beyond all god damn belief. Along with that first rush of actually being able to feel, smell and taste, on a sub note invitro growth tank fluid tasted vile, was a general aching and chill.
Then Tex had slipped in her new body, and was absolutely fine. Feeling and looking one hundred freakin’ percent. And being the bitch she was, she taunted him, actively. He felt awful and she just wouldn’t stop paying him out about it, and pretending to hit on Tucker to screw with his mind. It was times like this he was almost happy they were kinda broken up. Well he missed the sex, but his wallet remained untouched which he liked, and well… Tucker called her a great catch, before going on to call her a psychopathic killer.
It was kind of a mixed blessing, her dumping him. Being her boyfriend was like being in the broiling hot summer sun, in the middle of the Sahara, but just being a friend was like being in the shade in the Sahara, a subtle difference that you wouldn’t think would matter, but after experiencing both the shade was so much better. Tex was just intense, and it was nice that just being her friend, he guessed anyway, meant she focused a bit of that on the others.
But it also meant that she didn’t even try to make him feel better, Okay he admitted she wouldn’t have done that anyway, but if they were dating she probably wouldn’t have actively made fun of him.
Caboose kept checking in on him, bring him tissues, where in the hell he found them in an ancient alien complex he couldn’t guess, maybe some things were universal. He’d even brought him something kind of like chicken soup, he knew it was just rations mixed with some of the herbs growing around the complex, but it did resemble chicken soup much to his own surprise.
That idiot could do surprising things when he wanted too, and Caboose wanted to help him. If he’d told Caboose that in order to get better he needed, say, the blood from all the Reds he had absolutely no doubt in his mind that Caboose would own their red hides. He would come into his room within the hour carrying the Reds own helmets filled to the brim. Luckily for them he wasn’t completely sure about them giving him the flu, so he wasn’t about to sick Caboose on them.
Caboose had spent the last hour holding his hand while singing, yes singing, at him. Sometimes he would forget the words and just mumble along with the tune until he remembered again, a few songs were entirely mumbled, but it was nice.
His armor was laid out on the ground by the bunk that had been cut into the wall, he couldn’t stand being in it right now, its on board heating didn’t take into account that his body temperature would be anything but 98.6 degrees so it didn’t keep him warm. To be frank neither did the blanket that Caboose had found for him, there were probably others but he didn’t want to be alone while Caboose looked for another.
Caboose took back his hand, and started pressing the tabs on his armor to remove it. In all the time he’d known caboose he’d only ever seen him in the armor, and today all he’d seen was Caboose’s face and his hands. His freakishly strong hands.
“What are you doing Caboose?”
Caboose ignored the question as he pulled the last of the armor segments off of himself piling them next to Church’s own. Then Caboose’s hand was back, warm and comforting as before, and it felt better then before. After a moment he felt Caboose taking his temperature with the back of his other hand.
It just happened, Caboose had been kneeling beside the bunk and then poised aboved him, and then behind him. Caboose shirked out of his shirt, folding it up into a small tight pad before putting it under Church’s neck. Who would have though warm cotton could feel so good?
It was amazing how good that was, at least until what happened next. Caboose slid under the blanket and the warmth, my god, the warmth that flowed from Caboose into him through their pressed together skin. It was just, so, it just was, he couldn’t describe it. He felt Caboose’s arms wrap around him and pull him flush against him, and it was better then before.
“Still cold?”
“Not anymore, how’d you know?”
“You shivered. When you didn’t send me for another blanket, and the shivering got worse, this seemed the right thing. Was this the right thing Church?”
God his voice was so filled with hope, hope that he would be happy with him, usually it would make him sick, but right now? Right now he was happy.
“Yeah Caboose, totally the right thing to do.”
Upon saying that Caboose’s hold tightened, and the singing started again. Soft, deep and comforting and he was warm. Caboose didn’t stop singing even after Church fell asleep in his arms.
Chapter: 1/maybe
Setting: Season 4 I guess
Pairing: Caboose/Church (kinda)
Rating: PG-13
Writen in response to "Character A Is Sick And Character B Makes Him Feel Better Somehow Because They Are In Love And It Is Cute"
Disclaimer: I don't own this
Church felt like shit, wait no, that just wasn’t adequate, nowhere near in fact. He felt like pure unmitigated shit. You come back from being a trapped as a freaking ghost in the spirit world, spend a while possessing a robot body all the while begging and pleading with the universe to give you back your body, and what happens?
Church had the flu, he suspected the Reds had weaponised some sort of Flu hybridised with something else because he couldn’t ever remember feeling this bad. At first he thought the cloned body grew wrong, which after the month of waiting for it to grow in the tanks under the ancient complex, well it sucked beyond all god damn belief. Along with that first rush of actually being able to feel, smell and taste, on a sub note invitro growth tank fluid tasted vile, was a general aching and chill.
Then Tex had slipped in her new body, and was absolutely fine. Feeling and looking one hundred freakin’ percent. And being the bitch she was, she taunted him, actively. He felt awful and she just wouldn’t stop paying him out about it, and pretending to hit on Tucker to screw with his mind. It was times like this he was almost happy they were kinda broken up. Well he missed the sex, but his wallet remained untouched which he liked, and well… Tucker called her a great catch, before going on to call her a psychopathic killer.
It was kind of a mixed blessing, her dumping him. Being her boyfriend was like being in the broiling hot summer sun, in the middle of the Sahara, but just being a friend was like being in the shade in the Sahara, a subtle difference that you wouldn’t think would matter, but after experiencing both the shade was so much better. Tex was just intense, and it was nice that just being her friend, he guessed anyway, meant she focused a bit of that on the others.
But it also meant that she didn’t even try to make him feel better, Okay he admitted she wouldn’t have done that anyway, but if they were dating she probably wouldn’t have actively made fun of him.
Caboose kept checking in on him, bring him tissues, where in the hell he found them in an ancient alien complex he couldn’t guess, maybe some things were universal. He’d even brought him something kind of like chicken soup, he knew it was just rations mixed with some of the herbs growing around the complex, but it did resemble chicken soup much to his own surprise.
That idiot could do surprising things when he wanted too, and Caboose wanted to help him. If he’d told Caboose that in order to get better he needed, say, the blood from all the Reds he had absolutely no doubt in his mind that Caboose would own their red hides. He would come into his room within the hour carrying the Reds own helmets filled to the brim. Luckily for them he wasn’t completely sure about them giving him the flu, so he wasn’t about to sick Caboose on them.
Caboose had spent the last hour holding his hand while singing, yes singing, at him. Sometimes he would forget the words and just mumble along with the tune until he remembered again, a few songs were entirely mumbled, but it was nice.
His armor was laid out on the ground by the bunk that had been cut into the wall, he couldn’t stand being in it right now, its on board heating didn’t take into account that his body temperature would be anything but 98.6 degrees so it didn’t keep him warm. To be frank neither did the blanket that Caboose had found for him, there were probably others but he didn’t want to be alone while Caboose looked for another.
Caboose took back his hand, and started pressing the tabs on his armor to remove it. In all the time he’d known caboose he’d only ever seen him in the armor, and today all he’d seen was Caboose’s face and his hands. His freakishly strong hands.
“What are you doing Caboose?”
Caboose ignored the question as he pulled the last of the armor segments off of himself piling them next to Church’s own. Then Caboose’s hand was back, warm and comforting as before, and it felt better then before. After a moment he felt Caboose taking his temperature with the back of his other hand.
It just happened, Caboose had been kneeling beside the bunk and then poised aboved him, and then behind him. Caboose shirked out of his shirt, folding it up into a small tight pad before putting it under Church’s neck. Who would have though warm cotton could feel so good?
It was amazing how good that was, at least until what happened next. Caboose slid under the blanket and the warmth, my god, the warmth that flowed from Caboose into him through their pressed together skin. It was just, so, it just was, he couldn’t describe it. He felt Caboose’s arms wrap around him and pull him flush against him, and it was better then before.
“Still cold?”
“Not anymore, how’d you know?”
“You shivered. When you didn’t send me for another blanket, and the shivering got worse, this seemed the right thing. Was this the right thing Church?”
God his voice was so filled with hope, hope that he would be happy with him, usually it would make him sick, but right now? Right now he was happy.
“Yeah Caboose, totally the right thing to do.”
Upon saying that Caboose’s hold tightened, and the singing started again. Soft, deep and comforting and he was warm. Caboose didn’t stop singing even after Church fell asleep in his arms.