A/n Roman being a somewhat "good" big brother. Thank you tumblr for driving my insanity.

Prompt: "What do you mean you're sick?! You're my partner in crime!"

Oscar's POV

An arm was thrown over his eyes as he tried to will away the pounding in his head. His head was congested from the cold that hit him suddenly that afternoon. It was impossible to breathe through his nose. His chest felt as if there were three people sitting on it.

Cool sheets were bunched under him. Currently he was laying on a bed inside Junior's bar. Junior had taken one look at him and refused to allow him to go out on patrol with Neo. Being germaphobic Junior made Oscar stay in one of the far back rooms.

Roman was out on a mission of his own. Oscar knew that Roman still stole. It was annoying to him but he knew better than to argue. Everyone did things they werent proud of. Stealing an airship with Ruby and the others wasnt his most proud moment. Both Roman and Junior had their reasons for continuing their old lifestyle. Oscar respected this as long as it didnt interfere with what trying to save Vale.

Someone moved his arm away from his forehead. Groaning Oscar shut his eyes against the bright lights of the room. A cool hand pressed its hand into his forehead. A faint whine escaped Oscar as he leaned into it.

A warm chuckle escaped the person above him. He knew that chuckle and Oscar opened his eyes. Above him was the familiar ginger haired man.

Oscar croaked painfully, "Roman..."

The hand moved from his forehead and into his unruly black hair. Fingers carded through his hair gently and Oscar let out a sigh, his eyes closing again.

Roman asked his hand retreating as Oscar sat up his eyes bright, too bright, "Are you well, Oscar? I thought you were supposed to be with Neo tonight?"

Oscar answered nasally, "I think I'm coming down with a cold. My chest hurts."

Green eyes widened in false alarm and the man loudly replied, "What do you mean you're sick?! You're my partner in crime!"

Oscar glared but there was no real heat behind it. Roman gave him a toothy grin in return. Then worry crossed the thief's face as the boy swayed. A gentle hand pressed into his chest to push him down onto the bed.

"Stay here," ordered Roman before he turned around and left the room.

Oscar didnt have the energy to argue. All he did was sling his arm back over his eyes. Only a few moments passed before Roman returned. A hand moved his arm and placed a cold wet cloth against forehead.

Roman said after a moment, "Alright let's sit you up kid. I've got some medicine here."

"Junior?"

"Junior."

Though it hurt he laughed. Very few people ever saw this side of Roman. Neo and Junior saw it more often than anyone else. They known him for years and Roman looked at Neo as a little sister.

When Oscar had stumbled into their lives, quite literally, Roman had become fiercely protective. Even more so when he found out about Oscar's condition.

Roman with a gentle hand on his back he helped the boy up. Once the medicine was downed he was laid back down. It only took a few moments for the boy to become drowsy.

Fingers carded through his hair as the man continued, "Sleep, Oscar. I'll keep watch."

Anything he wanted to say was taken away by sleep.