So I have a very overdue request for Mo Will that I've been meaning to get to work on. We kind of Roleplayed it out but I have a bit of a better idea for them ;)
Mo,
You happen to be reading this. I just hope you enjoy it. I'm sorry it's a tad late. My rashness and ability to be lazy appears to have gotten in the way of me getting it done for you. It's not the roleplayed version that you and I did but I think you can appreciate the light fluffiness in this one.
-Melonsworth
Same rules apply with my review section. Keep it clean. Feedback is appreciated. Note that I personally don't ship Penny and Sam together. I just don't see the chemistry between them. Being a bisexual male I much prefer a yaoi/Yuri pairing versus a straight pairing.
Without further rambling from me let's begin the story shall we?
Chapter One:
It was another bright and sunny day in PontyPandy. The skies overhead were a light shade of blue. The sun shined brightly in the sky adding a light blue tint to the already dark blue water. Sam had just left the café after having checked on his brother in-law and his family. His cellphone began buzzing softly in his pocket. He picked it up to find that it was Station Officer Steele who was calling him. "I'm on my way to the station sir." He heard Station Officer Steele let out a sigh of annoyance. "it's not you that I'm worried about, Sam. It's Cridlington. He's late again. I tried calling his phone but he doesn't appear to be answering." Sam shook his head gently. He had always known Elvis to be late from time to time. "I'll swing by his house and check on him sir. See you when I get there." He hung up and stuck his phone back into his pocket. Elvis' house was about two blocks from the café. He lived in a house similar to what Sam lived in. Sam knocked on Elvis' front door gently. Upon getting no reply, he unlocked the door using the spare key Elvis had given him. He knew it was rather rude of him to just let himself in like that. The worry of something bad happening to Elvis sank in. He headed upstairs to Elvis' room in hopes that his friend was okay. He opened his bedroom door slowly. He heard Elvis' loud snoring however, this wasn't your usual snoring. It sounded like he had a lot in his chest. Elvis' skin was pale like a white sheet. Sam shook Elvis gently. "Elvis." Whispered Sam. "Elvis!" Elvis finally woke up. He sniffed sitting up. "what is it Sam?" he asked tiredly. He rubbed his eyes. "are you alright Elvis? You look really sick." Elvis tried to force a small smile. "I'll be fine Sam. It's just allergies." He tried to get up but his whole body just ached. Sam laid him down again. "I'll be back. Just lay here and rest." Elvis rolled his eyes. "I told you I'll be fine." Sam shook his head. "please Elvis just do as I ask." Elvis sighed. "alright. You win." He pulled the blankets past his shoulders.
Sam headed back to the station. He informed Station Officer Steele of what happened. "I see. You better call up Nurse Flood." Sam nodded. He rung up Nurse Flood and told her to meet him back at Elvis' house. Sam walked briskly back to Elvis' house to meet up with her. Nurse Flood soon arrived. "I'm here Sam. Where is he?" she asked. "in his room. He was really pale this morning." She nodded. She followed Sam up the stairs. She checked Elvis over. "he has the flu Sam. He'll need someone to look after him." She said. "I'll give Station Officer Steele a call and see if I can't stay with Elvis for the week. Thanks for stopping by, Helen." Helen smiled at Sam. "it's no problem. Now I will be back later to check on him. Make sure he drinks plenty of fluids and has plenty of rest." Sam saluted her. "you can count on me."
Once Helen left, Sam pulled up a chair. He sat close to Elvis' bed side so he could watch over him. He let Station Officer Steele know that he was going to be taking the week off. He hoped that it wasn't too much trouble for Ellie, Arnold, and Penny. Elvis woke up about an hour later. He looked up to see Sam half asleep in the chair. Elvis' throat felt really dry. He tried to talk but nothing came out. Sam sensed Elvis was staring at him. He opened one eye to look at him. "hey Elvis. Helen checked you over while you were asleep. She says you have the flu and will need to stay in bed for the week." A soft hiss came out of Elvis in reply. "let me get you a glass of water." Sam got up from his chair. He made his way downstairs. Elvis' house was rather messy. Sam shook his head gently. "I'll have to clean this place up while I'm here." He muttered. He went into the kitchen. He managed to find a glass and filled it. He then went back upstairs again. Elvis sat up painfully. Every time he moved, his body protested with him. His hands shook as he took the glass from Sam. He downed the water. He sighed happily. He handed the glass back to Sam. He laid down on the bed again. "are you going to be here all week?" rasped Elvis. Sam nodded. "I've taken the week off so I can be with you." Elvis saddened. He suddenly felt like he had become a burden to Sam.
Sam closed the door to Elvis' room gently. He let out a small sigh. He went downstairs again to clean the living room. He made himself a small cot on the couch. He laid down on the sheets with a heavy sigh. He couldn't really sleep with the thoughts of Elvis being sick on his mind. He hated seeing his best friend in pain. He closed his eyes praying silently that Elvis was going to get better. He soon drifted off to sleep. Sam was woken up by someone moving around upstairs. He heard Elvis moaning. "Elvis?" Sam sat up. "Elvis?" He ran up the stairs kicking the bedroom door open. Elvis squirmed around in his bed. Sam quickly ran over to his side. He held Elvis down. "shh Elvis. Your okay." He stroked Elvis' hair gently. Elvis whimpered before settling down. Sam kept stroking his hair until he heard Elvis fall back to sleep. He tucked Elvis in. He quietly tip-toed down the stairs. He laid down on the couch once more. He decided to stay awake in case Elvis needed him again.