A/N: Hello everyone! Long time no see! I started writing this story during season 2 of Royal Pains and it took me awhile to figure out where it was going. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own it, but I wish I did!


"Hank?"

Hank Lawson suppressed the urge to groan. He didn't open his eyes to look at the clock, but he could tell it was early. Very early. Maybe if he played dead his baby brother would go away.

"Hank, are you awake?"

No such luck. "I'm sleeping, Evan."

"No you're not. You just talked to me."

"I'm sleep-talking."

Hank heard his brother sigh and walk away. Smiling, he snuggled further under the covers, intent on catching a couple more hours of sleep.

The next thing he heard was the sound of running feet. There was nowhere for the doctor to go as Evan ran across the room and flung himself onto the bed; and on top of Hank.

"Are you awake now?" the younger Lawson yelled.

Hank just moaned in pain as Evan's bony body sandwiched him to the mattress. Evan began bouncing on the bed. "Are you awake? Are you awake? Are you awake?"

Hank shoved him off and sat up, glaring. "What are you, four?"

Evan ignored his brother's sarcasm. "It's Guy's Day! An entire day free of HankMed activity! Come on! Time's a-wasting!"

Evan had been complaining that they never got to spend time together anymore. Although Hank had expressed his opinion that they actually spent far too much time together, Evan had persisted and gotten his way, as usual. And so "Guy's Day" had been scheduled. For today.

Hank sighed. "There's no way guy's day can wait another hour?"

Evan's lip trembled. "I made you waffles."

Hank rolled his eyes. "Okay! I'm up!"

"Yes!" As Evan punched a hand in the air in victory Hank pushed him off the bed. "Ow!"

"Correction," Hank grinned down at him, "now I'm up."

"So, what do you want to do today?" Hank asked as they sat down for breakfast. Hank's plate had a waffle with strawberries and blueberries piled on top. He looked over at his brother's plate. "Are you really going to eat that?"

His brother's waffle was covered in three scoops of ice-cream, chocolate syrup, cool-whip, sprinkles, and a cherry.

"Yeah, why?" Evan asked around a mouthful.

"Because that's dessert, not breakfast."

"Hank, I need energy. We have a busy day ahead of us."

Hank rolled his eyes and dug into his own breakfast.

"Okay. Are you ready?"

"For what?" Hank asked.

"To hear the schedule for guy's day."

Hank stopped eating. "There's a schedule?"

"Of course there's a schedule."

"Evan, I thought today was going to be relaxing. Following your schedule is not going to relax me."

"Just let me tell you about it. You'll love it."

Hank let out yet another exasperated sigh. "Fine. Tell me the schedule Ev."

Evan took a deep breath. "You're sure?"

"Yes, Evan. I'm sure."

"Okay. Get ready. This is really good."

"Evan," Hank's tone said he was losing patience.

"No, seriously, this is going to rock your world."

"Okay," Hank started to get up, "I'm leaving."

"No, wait!" Evan ran around the table and blocked his brother's path. "The beach."

Hank raised his eyebrows. "The beach?"

"The beach."

Hank shook his head. Sometimes his brother just baffled him. "That's your great, master plan for our day free of HankMed. To go to the beach. That's not a schedule Evan."

"Yes! Hank, it is the perfect plan! Sun, sand, food, beer, girls…"

"Right, just the things I like most in the world." Hank returned to his waffles.

"Oh, come on Henry," Evan sat back down. "It's going to be a great day."

"For you maybe."

"Hank! You promised! You promised me a day free of HankMed where we could have time for just us," Evan whined.

"Okay, first of all, this is a day off. Not a date. And second of all, I don't remember saying that you could pick the activities."

"But I'm the best at picking activities."

Hank's eyebrows rose once again.

"Seriously Hank, if it were up to you we'd both still be in bed."

"All right, all right!" Hank threw up his hands in surrender. "More out of concern for my own sanity than an actual desire to follow your 'schedule'."

"Yes!" Evan leaned back in his chair, "Get your swim trunks on Henry. We're going to the beach!"

An hour and a half later the Lawson boys had set up shop on the coastline. "Okay!" Hank finally admitted, "you were right. This was a good idea. I feel very relaxed."

It had taken Evan twenty minutes to scout out the best location on the beach for "sunbathing, book reading, and beer drinking." It had taken another twenty minutes to arrange the chairs, coolers, and umbrella to the CFO's satisfaction. Hank had felt his blood pressure rising the whole forty minutes, but at last he was beginning to unwind.

"Hello boys!"

Divya Katdare was making her way toward them, heels in her hand for easier maneuvering on the sand. "What-no!" Evan cried, jumping to his feet. "You have to leave!"

"Excuse me," Divya asked, her eyebrows flying to her hairline.

"You cannot be here! This is guy's day, and you are not a guy!" Evan whined. "Hank, back me up here."

"Oh, hey Divya," Hank said, barely even bothering to look up from his book.

"I don't remember seeing a sign that said 'No Women Allowed'," Divya said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Or have we gone back to the 12th Century? Should I go home and put on my corset?"

"Fine," Evan grumbled. "You have five minutes. What's up?"

"Oh how gracious of you," Divya spat. She turned her attention to the elder Lawson. "Hank, I just need you to look over these test results."

"Oh come on!" Evan wailed. "You promised! You promised, Henry! No HankMed business!"

He jumped to his feet and began pacing. "Evan, calm down," Hank said.

"I can't believe you're doing this."

"What, my job?"

"You swore to me on a stack of Bibles-"

"No I didn't."

"Well you might as well have! God, I can't believe you would do this to me. I can't believe-Ow! Oh my god!"

Evan began hopping up and down on one foot. "Holy schnitzelfritz! Ow! Geez!"

Hank and Divya stared at him uncomprehending until he finally fell back in the sand with a yelp. "Evan, what on earth is wrong with you?" Divya asked, her eyes wide.

"Something stung me!" Evan gasped, clutching his left foot.

Hank was immediately out of his chair and on his knees in the sand by his brother's side. "Where Ev?"

"My foot! Geez that hurts!"

"Okay, okay, stop moving!" Hank ordered, grabbing his brother's leg and holding it still.

"What is it?" Divya asked as she started to walk toward them.

"Wait!" Hank held up a hand. "Stay there."

He looked around slowly and then directed Divya in the opposite direction. "Walk around this way."

Divya did so and joined him in the sand. "Was it a bee?'

Hank pointed to a raised lump in the sand. "Jellyfish."

"Jellyfish?" the other two cried.

"Let me see," Hank said, cradling his brother's foot gently.

"ow, Ow, OW!" Evan yelled.

"I'm barely touching you."

"It's a nasty sting," Divya observed.

"Okay could we stop discussing it and make it go away?" Evan begged.

"I thought you said no HankMed business," Divya shot back with a smirk.

"You know what Divya-"

"Enough children," Hank said firmly. "It's not too bad, but we need to treat it quickly."

"What are you going to do?" Evan asked nervously. "Oh no. Are you going to pee on it? Hank, say you're not going to pee on it!"

"Actually tests have shown that human urine is not an effective treatment for jellyfish stings." Hank looked at Divya. "It doesn't look like any of the nematocysts are left."

"Is that good or bad?" Evan asked frantically.

"It's good. Now what we need is…" Hank trailed off looking down the beach.

Getting to his feet he jogged over to Chewey's. "What do we need?" Evan yelled after him.

Hank ignored his brother and greeted the proprietor. "Hey Chewey."

"Hey Hank! The usual?" the friendly man asked.

"Actually, do you have some vinegar?"

"Sure." Chewey ducked behind the counter and returned with a bottle. "Here you go. On the house."

"Thanks."

Hank jogged back to his brother and Divya. Evan opened his mouth, but before he could say anything Hank had poured half the bottle on his brother's foot. "Better?"

Evan let out his breath in a whoosh. "Yeah, actually it is." He sniffed the air. "Is that vinegar?"

"Yeah. It's recommended for jellyfish stings," Hank said as he wrapped Evan's foot with a bandage that Divya handed him. "I wouldn't normally wrap up a sting like this, but considering that it's on the bottom of your foot I think it's going to stay cleaner this way."

"My foot's going to smell all day now," Evan said, wrinkling his nose.

"How about 'thank you'?" Divya asked incredulously.

"It's your fault this happened!" Evan cried.

"My fault?"

"If you hadn't showed up when I specifically told you not to-"

"Guys enough!" Hank said. "Time to go home Ev. You need to keep off your foot for a little while."

"Aw, Hank! What about guy's day?"

"We can have guy's day at home. Let's go."


A/N: Believe it or not I actually wrote this before I read "First, Do No Harm" the Royal Pains tie in book. So I had no idea that there would be jellyfish stings there too! I did my best to research the treatment of jellyfish stings, but it was really hard to get a straight answer. And let's be honest, there have been moments when we've all questioned Hank's MacGyvering :) Any and all reviews are appreciated!