Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Ranger Characters.
AN: Written for
PRSW22 challenge. List of 22: family, hallway, safety, children.
This is slash Billy/Jason. I forgot to post this here. Can be
connected to my fic Yellow Paint as further in the future. All
comments would be appreciated.
The Good Kind of Crazy
Chapter One
Jason Cranston-Scott entered the house as quietly as he could. It was the crack of dawn and he didn't want to wake anyone up. Taking off his shoes and jacket he sighed Jason hated the graveyard shift but unfortunately he had yet to find a way to avoid it.
Making his way slowly down a dark hallway he had long since committed to memory Jason stopped in front of a small safe. After keying in the code and submitting to a thumbprint scan Jason deposited his gun and clip. Closing the safe he was relieved that it automatically locked—meaning no need to go through all the steps again. The creator of the safe was constantly changing the thing around and he was for once glad for the simplicity in this week's version.
The safe might seem extreme to some but it was one way he could ensure the safety of his children. Jason had heard too many stories and been at the scene of too many gun related child injuries. It was one of the reasons for the safe and on of the reasons his children knew never to touch the gun.
As he turned to go up stairs Jason felt a pair of eyes on him. Turning around the rest of the way he found his youngest daughter standing on the last step.
"Chrissie, what's wrong? Shouldn't you still be in bed?" He asked as he picked her up.
Chrissie sniffled before for replying quietly, "Daddy I don't feel good." As if for good measure she let out a sneeze.
Jason chuckled as he felt her fore-head; she did feel a little warm. "Do you feel like you're going to throw up?" Jason felt her nod her head no into his shoulder. "Okay, what do you day we get you back in bed and see how you're feeling later?"
"Kay," came the sleepy reply.
Smiling Jason made his way up the stairs, turning left at the top. He gently laid Chrissie down in the middle of her bed, pulling the blankets up to her chin. Gently brushing the soft blond curls off her face he watched her a moment before leaving. He left the door open and fraction as he shut it.
Jason silently checked on his other two daughters. They thankfully didn't seem sick. At least they were sleeping peacefully anyway. Closing the door to Nikki's room he made his way to the master bedroom. All he wanted to do was sleep. It had been a long night at work.
Jason was surprised to find Billy awake when he opened the door. "Hey," he said quietly, "I though you'd still be asleep."
A small smile graced Billy's lips before he replied hoarsely, "Yeah, me too." Clearing his throat Billy grimaced against the pain the action drew.
Jason at down on the bed beside his husband and asked, "Flu?"
"I think so. Gawd, I hope I don't give it to anyone else," came Billy's quiet reply.
Brushing Billy's hair off his fore-head and feeling for fever Jason chuckled, "too late. Chrissie was at the bottom of the stairs when I got home. Said she wasn't feeling good. She was a little warm." Jason got off the bed and retrieved the thermometer.
"Great," Billy muttered. Eyeing the thermometer he looked up at Jason, "Go away."
Jason sighed. Billy was always crabby, grouchy and everything else in between when ill. "No, now let me stick this in your ear or I'll get the other one and that one ain't nearly as nice."
Billy grumbled but complied. The thermometer didn't take long to beep. The flashing LED screen indicated 101. It's going to be a long day. Please let no one else get sick
After shoving Tylenol™ down his husband's throat Jason tossed on a pair of sweats and joined him in bed. Soon they were both asleep, although not for long.
A couple of hours later Jason was awoken by someone poking him in the shoulder. Rolling over Jason found 3 pairs of eyes staring at him. Blinking a couple of times to clear the sleep from his own eyes he looked at the clock. Red LEDs told him it was 8 o'clock, an hour before a school started focusing back on his daughters Jason got a bad feeling.
"What's up girls? You should be getting ready for school."
Nikki, the oldest, wiped her nose with a Kleenex before answering, "Dad we don't feel good. My nose is running and stuffy at the same time and my throat hurts."
Jason nodded and looked at Robyn, "You?"
"The same but I'm dizzy too."
Chrissie sniffled and crawled her way onto the bed and into Jason's lap, "My tummy hurts."
Jason nodded again and reached for the thermometer he had left on the bedside table. After taking all their temperatures Jason knew not only would he have a miserable husband on his hands but three very miserable daughters as well.
TBC
I'm hoping to have more out soon.
