Fluffy Shearrett sick fic as, requested by bingbinghua. With bonus medicinal Lucozade.


"Wade? That you?"

Sheamus pushed his chair back as far as it would go, leaning back once the castors hit the door saddle to see what the noise in the hallway was. He leapt out of his chair and dashed out of his home office once he spied that the source of the commotion was indeed his partner. His very bleary eyed, miserable looking partner. He took his bag from him and guided him towards the living room with a gentle arm around his waist.

"No need to ask what you're doing home at ten thirty? Let me guess, Drew took one look at you as soon as you arrived in the office and turned you straight around?"

Wade nodded pitifully as he lowered himself onto the sofa.

"I said you looked too ill to go in today, you should have just called him and stayed at home so I could look after you."

"You've got your wish…'m all yours…"

He sneezed loudly, groaning as the movement rattled his already aching head. Sheamus laid a hand on the back of his neck, tutting at how hot Wade was running.

"Poor baby, you're burning up. I know just what you need, but first, maybe you should change into something more comfortable. Think you can make it into the bedroom on your own?"

"I've got a cold, sweetheart, not two broken legs, I think I can struggle through."

Struggle he did, but eventually he made it back to the sofa, wrapped up in sweatpants and one of Sheamus's sweatshirts and a pair of thick socks. He slumped back down on the sofa waiting for Sheamus to join him. He emerged from the kitchen a few minutes later, laden down like the donkey in a game of Buckaroo, a hot water bottle tucked under one arm, a bottle of something under the other, a blanket flung across his shoulders and a mug, plate of toast and box of tissues in a precarious pile in his arms. He tipped the blanket onto Wade's legs and handed him the cup and plate.

"Here we go, darlin', buttery mashed egg in a cup, toast and Lucozade. Feed a cold, right? That's what my mam used to give me when I was a little fella if I was sick and had to stay off school."

Wade looked over from where he was already busy spooning egg onto his toast.

"Mine too. I've not had this for ages though. Oh my god...I forgot how good it was...where did we get the Lucozade from by the way? I didn't even think they still made the original stuff. Shame it's not the glass bottle, that's the real medicinal stuff."

They sat on the sofa, Sheamus scooping Wade's sock clad feet up onto his lap and massaging them, while Wade polished off his egg and toast, the pair comparing their childhood sick day memories, seeing how things differed on either side of the Irish Sea.

"What? Your mum let you watch cartoon videos? Mine made me watch the school's programmes."

Wade pouted at Sheamus as he stood to take away the sick man's empty plate. His boyfriend laughed at his huffy expression, bobbing down to kiss his clammy forehead.

"Poor Wade, so hard done by. Want me to tell your mam off for being too strict with you whenever we're round there for dinner next?"

"Christ no! She'd give both of us a clip round the ear!"

Returning from the kitchen, Sheamus sat at the other end of the sofa, lifting his arm so Wade could lay his head in his lap, laying it gently over his side once he had made himself comfortable. He picked up the tv channel in his free hand.

"Discovery channel or cartoons?"

"I don't understand kids cartoons these days...they make me feel old and confused. I'm too sick to feel old and confused…"

"Aha, but guess who just so happened to download the entire first series of Thundercats last week? Oh yes, that would be me."

"Proper Thundercats?"

"Proper Thundercats. I loved that cartoon, used to drive my mam mad running round yelling HO!"

"I loved it too...Lion-o was my favourite. Think I've always had a bit of a soft spot for big ginger idiots…"

He smirked up at Sheamus, who squeezed his hand and grinned back.

"...and don't I thank my lucky stars every damn day that you do."


A/N - For those not familiar with Lucozade, it's a sugary glucose drink, long believed to be of benefit to the sick. That sickness could be a cold, a broken leg, appendicitis, anything - Lucozade would help. To get the true medical benefits though, it must be the original flavour, preferably in the glass bottle!