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Title: Chicken Soup Fixes Everything
Requestor:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
devotedfan
Prompt: Brian and Debbie, cancer arc
Time Frame: S4
Words: 1250
Beta: Just me. So all mistakes mine.
Summary: Sometimes a boy needs his mother...
Rating: PG-13 (some cursing)
Disclaimer: I own none of this - they belong to Showtime, Cowlip and others. I make no money. Thank you.
Chicken Soup Fixes Everything
Brian sighed, head falling into his hands, at the familiar knock on his door. He wasn't in the mood for this. Somehow, he had managed to convince his nursemaid/warden/torturer to leave the house for a few hours. They both needed it, he'd said.
Truth was that he knew today was going to be a bad one and he was tired of the little shit having to deal with it. He could do this alone. He would do this alone. That had been the plan. Until now.
The knocking got louder and a moment later was followed by the unmistakable trademark Novotny heckling. "Open up, you asshole."
He contemplated pretending he was asleep and ignoring the knocking but he knew better. She was more stubborn than...fuck, than he was.
Rising to his feet, he shuffled to the door, inhaling deeply, and attempting to let her in. It took a few tries before he managed to pull open the sliding door enough for her to squeeze in.
She took one glance at him and frowned. "You look like shit."
Brian glared at her. "Thank you, Debbie. It's nice to see you, too. Now fuck off."
"Don't give me that, asshole." (Brian almost smiled....) Moving past him to the kitchen, she set the pot she was holding down on the stove and started puttering around, pulling down bowls and glasses and taking out spoons.
Brian closed his eyes. He hated this. Everyone's need to be there constantly. Like if they could keep their attention on him, if they could keep him in their line of sight, he would be just fine.
"Deb..."
"Don't."
The word was choked out and Brian looked at her profile, face struggling to maintain some composure. It made him ache just a little how much this was hurting her. It was one of the reasons he didn't want her or anyone else around. He couldn't handle their pain and his own.
It was why Justin was the only one allowed near him for more than a few hours. He knew how to hide his own pain. For the most part.
Damn it. He was going to have to make it up to him after this was over.
He opened his mouth once more to speak but was cut off.
"A sick boy needs his mother." She looked him straight in the eye for a long moment. Then, she motioned to the couch. "Go. Lie down. I'll bring this in."
There was no use arguing. He wouldn't win. The Novotny's were known for their stubbornness. And their endurance. He hoped that last one had rubbed off on him over the years.
He took a seat, watching Debbie move easily in his kitchen. It brought back memories of when he was fifteen and had gotten pneumonia. He hadn't wanted to go home. Joan was out at some religious retreat. And his ole' man...well. He had shown up at Michael's with a one hundred and three degree fever, looking like he was two feet from death's door.
He remembered Debbie bundling him up in blankets, when he refused to go to the hospital, Vic handing him a glass of warm brandy and lemon, Michael cuddling next to him with his newest comic books. He'd listened to Michael's voice as he read and his eyes kept watch on Debbie. In the kitchen. Making him soup.
It was her cure for everything.
He looked up to see her now, carrying the soup with some juice and what looked like liquor on a tray, some magazines under her arm, and a bag dangling from her wrist. She set it down and handed him the bowl of soup. "Eat it fast before it cools too much." She pointed at the amber liquid. "Then, have some of that."
Brian quirked an eyebrow. "What exactly is that, Debbie?"
She ducked her head quickly. "Brandy and lemon."
Neither one said anything and sat in companionable silence for a few minutes while Brian sipped at the soup. If he ate slowly enough, he could possibly choke down half of it. He motioned to the magazines on her lap. "Those for me?"
Debbie sent him a grin. "Justin mentioned he hadn't gotten the newest ones yet."
Brian paused, turning his head and narrowing his eyes. "Did he call you?"
Debbie gave him a wide-eyed look. "Of course not. I mean, he did mention that you were all alone today. Said something about you lying through your teeth so he could have some time alone from you and wouldn't have to martyr himself at your prone feet." Debbie raised an eyebrow at him. "Or something to that effect."
Brian wanted to be angry. He really did. But...
He let out a puff of laughter. "Little shit."
Debbie grinned at him now. "You taught him well." She pushed the tendrils of hair that were clinging to his forehead back and stared at his face for a few moments. Brian knew she was seeing the fifteen year old boy that had needed her in the thirty year old man (leave or take a few years) that he now was.
He looked down at his plate and continued to eat while Debbie fussed around him with a blanket. After he was done, she took the plate, handed him the magic liquor cure and then sat next to him, dropping the magazine between them.
Curious still about the bag, he asked. Debbie rolled her eyes as she answered. "Those where Michael's idea. Although Ben and Emmett put in a couple of suggestions."
Brian watched as she pulled out a stack of DVD's. He held back a laugh at the choices he had which ranged from Star Wars (Mikey) to Some Like It Hot (definitely Emmett) to some autobiographical movie of some guy he'd never heard of (The Professor) to...his eyes paused on the last one.
"The Avengers?" He looked up at Debbie who was rummaging through her bag for something.
She glanced over at the DVD box. "Yeah. Sunshine came by and dropped it off on his way to Daphne's. Figured you might like it." Debbie smiled suddenly when she caught a glance of Brian's face. "That boy loves you, Brian."
He refused to acknowledge that or the fact that Justin knew him so well. "Shut the fuck up, Debbie and stick it in the damn player."
Giving him the largest grin he'd ever seen, she got up and fiddled with the player until she figured it out, then came back to sit next to him, handing him the remote. Brian shifted back into the couch and a minute later, the theme music started playing. Debbie leaned her head on his shoulder and then asked. "So, this first and then what I want to see next."
Brian rolled his head slightly to glance at her from the corner of his eye. "Uh-huh. And what would that be?"
Debbie smiled, not looking away from the screen. ".Dirty Dancing." She paused a moment and then meet his amused stare. "What? That Swayze was fucking hot."
Debbie’s giggles rang out in the room and Brian ignored the bubble of comfort that brought him. She might be right about what a sick boy might need...but he wasn't about to tell her that.
He'd never get rid of her.
Her hand grabbed his a few moments later and Brian squeezed it back in return.
He could think of worse ways to spend his time...
End.
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Got a few more like this one so I'll be reposting those, too. I'm trying to fix my links so I'm making proper posts and stuff. Yay me. :)
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Title: Chicken Soup Fixes Everything
Requestor:
devotedfanPrompt: Brian and Debbie, cancer arc
Time Frame: S4
Words: 1250
Beta: Just me. So all mistakes mine.
Summary: Sometimes a boy needs his mother...
Rating: PG-13 (some cursing)
Disclaimer: I own none of this - they belong to Showtime, Cowlip and others. I make no money. Thank you.
Chicken Soup Fixes Everything
Brian sighed, head falling into his hands, at the familiar knock on his door. He wasn't in the mood for this. Somehow, he had managed to convince his nursemaid/warden/torturer to leave the house for a few hours. They both needed it, he'd said.
Truth was that he knew today was going to be a bad one and he was tired of the little shit having to deal with it. He could do this alone. He would do this alone. That had been the plan. Until now.
The knocking got louder and a moment later was followed by the unmistakable trademark Novotny heckling. "Open up, you asshole."
He contemplated pretending he was asleep and ignoring the knocking but he knew better. She was more stubborn than...fuck, than he was.
Rising to his feet, he shuffled to the door, inhaling deeply, and attempting to let her in. It took a few tries before he managed to pull open the sliding door enough for her to squeeze in.
She took one glance at him and frowned. "You look like shit."
Brian glared at her. "Thank you, Debbie. It's nice to see you, too. Now fuck off."
"Don't give me that, asshole." (Brian almost smiled....) Moving past him to the kitchen, she set the pot she was holding down on the stove and started puttering around, pulling down bowls and glasses and taking out spoons.
Brian closed his eyes. He hated this. Everyone's need to be there constantly. Like if they could keep their attention on him, if they could keep him in their line of sight, he would be just fine.
"Deb..."
"Don't."
The word was choked out and Brian looked at her profile, face struggling to maintain some composure. It made him ache just a little how much this was hurting her. It was one of the reasons he didn't want her or anyone else around. He couldn't handle their pain and his own.
It was why Justin was the only one allowed near him for more than a few hours. He knew how to hide his own pain. For the most part.
Damn it. He was going to have to make it up to him after this was over.
He opened his mouth once more to speak but was cut off.
"A sick boy needs his mother." She looked him straight in the eye for a long moment. Then, she motioned to the couch. "Go. Lie down. I'll bring this in."
There was no use arguing. He wouldn't win. The Novotny's were known for their stubbornness. And their endurance. He hoped that last one had rubbed off on him over the years.
He took a seat, watching Debbie move easily in his kitchen. It brought back memories of when he was fifteen and had gotten pneumonia. He hadn't wanted to go home. Joan was out at some religious retreat. And his ole' man...well. He had shown up at Michael's with a one hundred and three degree fever, looking like he was two feet from death's door.
He remembered Debbie bundling him up in blankets, when he refused to go to the hospital, Vic handing him a glass of warm brandy and lemon, Michael cuddling next to him with his newest comic books. He'd listened to Michael's voice as he read and his eyes kept watch on Debbie. In the kitchen. Making him soup.
It was her cure for everything.
He looked up to see her now, carrying the soup with some juice and what looked like liquor on a tray, some magazines under her arm, and a bag dangling from her wrist. She set it down and handed him the bowl of soup. "Eat it fast before it cools too much." She pointed at the amber liquid. "Then, have some of that."
Brian quirked an eyebrow. "What exactly is that, Debbie?"
She ducked her head quickly. "Brandy and lemon."
Neither one said anything and sat in companionable silence for a few minutes while Brian sipped at the soup. If he ate slowly enough, he could possibly choke down half of it. He motioned to the magazines on her lap. "Those for me?"
Debbie sent him a grin. "Justin mentioned he hadn't gotten the newest ones yet."
Brian paused, turning his head and narrowing his eyes. "Did he call you?"
Debbie gave him a wide-eyed look. "Of course not. I mean, he did mention that you were all alone today. Said something about you lying through your teeth so he could have some time alone from you and wouldn't have to martyr himself at your prone feet." Debbie raised an eyebrow at him. "Or something to that effect."
Brian wanted to be angry. He really did. But...
He let out a puff of laughter. "Little shit."
Debbie grinned at him now. "You taught him well." She pushed the tendrils of hair that were clinging to his forehead back and stared at his face for a few moments. Brian knew she was seeing the fifteen year old boy that had needed her in the thirty year old man (leave or take a few years) that he now was.
He looked down at his plate and continued to eat while Debbie fussed around him with a blanket. After he was done, she took the plate, handed him the magic liquor cure and then sat next to him, dropping the magazine between them.
Curious still about the bag, he asked. Debbie rolled her eyes as she answered. "Those where Michael's idea. Although Ben and Emmett put in a couple of suggestions."
Brian watched as she pulled out a stack of DVD's. He held back a laugh at the choices he had which ranged from Star Wars (Mikey) to Some Like It Hot (definitely Emmett) to some autobiographical movie of some guy he'd never heard of (The Professor) to...his eyes paused on the last one.
"The Avengers?" He looked up at Debbie who was rummaging through her bag for something.
She glanced over at the DVD box. "Yeah. Sunshine came by and dropped it off on his way to Daphne's. Figured you might like it." Debbie smiled suddenly when she caught a glance of Brian's face. "That boy loves you, Brian."
He refused to acknowledge that or the fact that Justin knew him so well. "Shut the fuck up, Debbie and stick it in the damn player."
Giving him the largest grin he'd ever seen, she got up and fiddled with the player until she figured it out, then came back to sit next to him, handing him the remote. Brian shifted back into the couch and a minute later, the theme music started playing. Debbie leaned her head on his shoulder and then asked. "So, this first and then what I want to see next."
Brian rolled his head slightly to glance at her from the corner of his eye. "Uh-huh. And what would that be?"
Debbie smiled, not looking away from the screen. ".Dirty Dancing." She paused a moment and then meet his amused stare. "What? That Swayze was fucking hot."
Debbie’s giggles rang out in the room and Brian ignored the bubble of comfort that brought him. She might be right about what a sick boy might need...but he wasn't about to tell her that.
He'd never get rid of her.
Her hand grabbed his a few moments later and Brian squeezed it back in return.
He could think of worse ways to spend his time...
End.
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Got a few more like this one so I'll be reposting those, too. I'm trying to fix my links so I'm making proper posts and stuff. Yay me. :)
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