Disclaimer: Not mine.
Title: Domesticity
Pairing: Danny/Martin
Rating: PG
Summary: Danny takes care of Martin.
Notes: I went to write an H/S and this is what came out instead. I also don't know of anyone else's experiences, but this is how my mom was so that's how I made Martin.

Danny juggled the bottles in his hands and reached for the glass of water as Martin called from their bedroom, a rasp to his voice, "I'll be right there." He shouted back. Carefully, he maneuvered through the apartment and hoped that he wouldn't drop anything.

Martin had twisted the blankets around his legs and was trying to reach for them, but the weakness born from being ill made him look pitiful as he struggled.

The healthier man set his load on the nightstand before placing a washcloth on Martin's forehead, then moving to untangle the blankets, "Feeling any better?"

Fitzgerald shook his head, wincing slightly, "Kill me."

"Don't say that." Danny immediately shot back, a reflexive action after the prior weeks.

They'd only just started a case when Martin had begun showing signs of being sick, but he had thought of the missing infant then promptly refused to leave work. For two days he did so, until finally the exhaustion slammed into him and he passed out in the office. The doctors had told Danny it was a bad case of pneumonia; he'd thought Martin would be fine after a night in the hospital – Martin spent a week and a half there instead.

"Sorry." He began coughing and Danny grabbed his arm to pull him until he was sitting up.

"Easy, Martin." Taylor coaxed. He was still quite worried for his partner, still didn't think that Martin should have signed himself out AMA, but they'd had that argument. Now, he could either help Fitzgerald recover or let the man try to do it by himself.

Eventually the coughing fit calmed, "I'm thirsty." He informed, needing something to drink.

"I got you juice." Danny picked up the cup, the amber liquid nearly spilling over the sides. He carefully handed it to Martin, who drank it greedily. Once he'd had his fill, Martin gave the tumbler back and laid his head on Danny's shoulder.

"If I wasn't sick, I'd kiss you." He said, nuzzling Danny's neck.

"If you weren't sick, I'd fuck you but there's something about you coughing to death that's not appealing."

Martin laughed lightly, a series of breathy giggles, then he felt the spasm in his chest and forced himself to stop. He looked up at Danny, "Could still do it though."

"I could still take you back to the hospital. Don't care if you want to be there or not." He shrugged, shifting them so they were laying side by side in the bed, "I brought your medicine."

"Don't want it."

"Take it."

"No."

Danny groaned, "Take it."

Begrudgingly, Martin rolled over slowly and did as he was told. He was just working up the energy to turn back when Danny cuddled up to his back, laid one arm over Fitzgerald's midsection and one arm under Martin's neck.

"Are you going to work?"

Danny nodded, "Yeah."

"Okay."

Silence washed over them, and Danny felt the labored breathing even slightly. With some effort, he pulled the blankets up over himself and let sleep take him after several thick minutes of watching his lover rest.

He'd call Jack in the morning.