A silly thing I wrote while it was very rainy. Not exactly slash, but it is if you squint. Haha.
Disclaimer: I don't own L4D2. I don't even have an umbrella.
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Rain. It was falling in thick sheets, obscuring the horizon. The sound of it drowning out the creak of the porch swing. Thunder rolled from one side of the sky to the other as lightning snaked through the clouds. It was nice. Peaceful.
Ellis rocked slowly in the swing. It also reminded him of that one time, with Nick in the infection. Back in Ducatel, getting gas for Virgil. That storm had been fierce. Then there had been the zombies; they'd been pretty fierce too. He probably hadn't been more wet in his life.
He also remembered holding hands. Well, not hands, per se. It hadn't been out of some kind of feelings for each other. When things had gotten particularly loud and blinding, his hand would reach out, grabbing Nick where he could. With only two of them, they couldn't risk getting separated by a Smoker or something. Back on the Lagniappe, the gambler never mentioned it so he never brought it up. Still, it was interesting to remember.
Wind blew droplets at him. It was rather hypnotic, the rain. He felt calm and almost sleepy.
"Why are you sitting out there?" Ellis turned to see Nick standing in the doorframe.
He shrugged.
"You should come in. You're going to get sick and I'm not going to take care of you."
Ellis smiled. It was at least partially a lie and they both knew it. He stood and leaned over the deck rails. Water ran down his face and shoulders, cold and refreshing.
"What exactly is it about me telling you to do something that makes you do the goddamn opposite?"
The hick looked over his shoulder and grinned.
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Ellis groaned as Nick took his temperature. The older man regarded the numbers before giving his younger friend an 'I told you so' glance.
"I thought it was an old wives' tale, man," Ellis said hoarsely.
"It is and it isn't. Jury's still out. But I've never known it to be a good idea to stick your head out in a goddamn storm."
Two benadryl were dropped into his hand and Ellis took them with his hot tea. Half sitting, propped up by pillows, he snuggled deeper into his covers. Nick popped in Who Framed Roger Rabbit, knowing Ellis would be asleep within the hour.
"When you wake up, I'll make you some soup," he said as he was walking through the door.
"Thanks Nick."
He smiled to himself, closing the door behind him.
