Title: The Best Medicine (formerly titled "I'll take care of you") Prologue/?
by vannadear
Disclaimer: The Characters don't belong to me, I only borrow them to do my evil bidding.
!!SPOILER WARNING!!
I got this idea from watching a sneak peek for next weeks episode 'Move on Cartwrights' on the ABC family SPOILERS FOR THE AS OF YET UN-AIRED EPISODE!! where Cappie is sick and Rebecca comes to take care of him, only it looks like she won't do a very good job. Cappie even has to stop himself from saying "Yeah, but you're no Casey" when Rebecca questions if Casey ever took care of him when he was sick before.
Notes: This thing just kind of snowballed into a much longer fic them I've written for GREEK, so I decided to make it multichaptered. I even researched how to take care of someone with pink-eye (amongst other things) Since I'm writing this before the episode even airs, this will be separate from my "Directors Cut" Universe.
Enjoy!
Two pairs of eyes peered out the front door windows of the Kappa Tau fraternity. Each nervously following the progress of the short, white coated, stethoscope toting brunette and her fast paced movements to leave. The taller of the two moved from window to window as her steps carried her farther and farther away from the house, until he could no longer track her form.
Satisfied that Rebecca was gone, Beaver turned away from the window with a solemn expression on his normally jovial face. He stared at the floor for a moment, scratching one of his large hands through the stubble on his chin and turning his troubled smoke grey gaze to the smaller man standing a few scant steps away.
"Should we...?" he questioned, gesturing to the open cell phone Wade held loosely in on hand.
The spiky haired, normally confident Asian man shrugged his shoulders helplessly, one hand stuffing itself in the pocket of his sagging jeans for lack of anything better to do with it. He peered down at the flip phone in his other hand, his thumb idly tracking through the contact list of their Fraternity President's pilfered phone.
His agitated state caused the normally sure fingers to fumble, accidentally hitting the #2 on the keypad, which the phone informed him in bright white lettering to be the Speed dial assignation for none other then Casey Cartwright. Bingo.
Gathering his courage and resolve, the slight young man allowed himself to wonder why Casey was still so high up on Cappie's speed dial listing; #1 always being Voice Mail and with the having of a new girlfriend and all.
He didn't want to dwell on such awkward thoughts because he knew the answer deep down; no matter who Cappie was dating or screwing, Casey would always be his number one.
With that thought firmly in mind, the dark obsidian eyes turned to 'The Beaver' who was still looking at him questioningly. He sighed and nodded, hitting the 'send' button before bringing the phone up to his ear and preparing for the conversation he was about to have.
He closed the flip phone with an easy snap a few minutes later, turning his attention to the giant pacing figure a few feet away. Beaver came to a halt, unable to keep quiet any longer
"So is she-" "Yeah, she's on her way."
The large man visibly relaxed and threw himself into one of the deep couches littering the main living room, relief apparent in his features.
Wade glanced at the bottle cap shaped 'Corona' clock hanging lopsidedly on the wall, he slumped next to the larger man, fiddling with the now closed cell phone as he further confirmed.
"She should be here in about thirty minutes, she had to pick up some stuff." He turned the silver phone over in his hands, the distant expression on his face looking more out of place then the how empty Kappa Tau House looked with everyone else in class or out.
"Won't he be up-" the dirty blond haired man started again, before was once more cut off by the fast talking Asian.
"He might be, but he's sick as hell; you saw him Beav. He's friggin' miserable! And I only know of one person in a 50 mile radius that knows just what he needs...it obviously wasn't miss prissy-pants that just stormed out of here looking like he asked her for a blowken or something." he resolved, running a hand tiredly over his face.
Beaver's face took on a determined air as he too was fully convinced that this was the best course of action. The only course of action really, if they wanted Cappie to ever get better. The normally pleasant party atmosphere of the KTG house had more recently been darkened without it's jovial President up and about, joking around and keeping everyone's spirits up. He and Wade had been trying their best to help heal their best friend, but all efforts seemed to be a struggle in futility.
The tea they brought him was too hot; the ice water too cold, and the even the tea and mug of soup Rebecca brought him remained by his bedside utterly untouched.
He refused any and all medicine they tried to give him, claiming he didn't need it and would get better on his own; in fact the only thing that he and Wade had been able to help with was the steady flow of tissues they provided.
The girlfriend of their illustrious leader marching out and being equally unhelpful was the final straw, and the two men had never felt so useless in all of their lives.
So with the snagged phone, and wounded pride that they couldn't take care of one of their own; they called in reinforcements.
If anyone could nurse Cappie back to health, it was Casey Cartwright. Now they just had to wait for her to show up and make everything better.
They hoped.
TBC
I'll probably be posting the next few chapters before the day is out, I just couldn't wait to get this one up.
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