Disclaimer: characters are not mine, only the bizzare situations i feel the need to put them into.
Drabble the Tenth, and this one is completely and utterly for Spades 44, the bringer of the much loved and appreciated Havoc/Fury.
It was just like taking care of a puppy; one of the sickly, mostly shy one you got when you ventured into most shelters. It needed to be fed, comforted, cleaned up after; it would look up you with wide, guileless eyes…
And when it got bad, when there were nightmares or it was feeling too sick to cope, it would let out that slight keening whine that was universal to all suffering creatures. That was when you would crawl into bed, rub its back slowly, soothingly, make just the right quiet sounds and wait for it to fall back asleep.
Cain Fury, with the flu, was very much like said puppy. Jean Havoc curled his body around the smaller man, making soothing noises he was sure no one would believe came from him while stroking the sick man's hair.
Fury even had the appropriate wet puppy nose. After his initial moment of eww Havoc just filed that little detail deep into his comparison, wondering if Fury would be angry if Havoc asked him to wear a collar when he was well...even if only once or twice…