Rating: T
Warning: SLASH, Horatio/Speed
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: Whose fault is it really when someone gets a cold.
Horatio was curled up in the corner of the sofa with a blanket pulled up to his chin but still he was shivering. He hated being sick. He never got sick, well almost never. It was just a cold, but to someone who never got sick it was a big deal.
Tim had had the offending bug the week before and Horatio had taken care of him. And as his reward, the bug had jumped ship and taken up residence in him. Now Tim was healthy and Horatio was miserable. Something he wasn't going to let his lover forget any time soon.
He coughed and blew his nose again. He did this as much to gain sympathy from his companion as from need. Tim walked into the living room and dropped another box of tissues onto the coffee table. Horatio had only been sick for two days. Tim had had the cold for five and three of those days he'd gone in to work.
"I'm making a pot of chicken soup. It'll be ready soon," Tim said as he sat down on the sofa next to him. He gently placed his hand on Horatio's forehead, checking for fever. He was a little warm.
Horatio glanced over at him. "This is all your fault," he said hoarsely.
Tim rolled his eyes. "It's just a cold. It's not like you're dying or anything," he said. "Don't be such a baby."
Horatio sneezed. "Easy for you to say," he complained.
Tim chuckled. "Besides, I got the cold from Delko, who got it from Calliegh, who got it from Alexx's daughter that night she babysat. Alexx said her daughter got it from one of the other kids at school. So blame the public school system, not me."
Horatio tried to glare at him but instead he sneezed again. "So," he said as he blew his nose once more. "You're basically saying it's society's fault I have a cold."
Tim shrugged. "Something like that."
"Funny because," he coughed again, "I thought it was yours."
"Nope," Tim shook his head. "Though, I suppose we could follow the evidence back to the cold's original owner. Then I guess, it would be his fault, or her fault that you're sick."
That statement actually got Horatio to smile. "You're insane, you know that, right," he said. Tim just smiled at him. Horatio sat up a bit and sneezed. "You made chicken soup?" he asked.
Tim nodded then scooted closer to Horatio and put his arms around him. Horatio laid his head on the younger man's shoulder. "All joking aside," Tim said. "I'm sorry you caught my cold."
Horatio snuggled in closer. "It's just a cold, right?"
"Yeah, just a cold," Tim said and kissed the top of his head.
Fin