Prompt: Do you know how to take care of a sick person?

Summary: What happens when the two greatest troublemakers are supposed to take care of a sick person?

Hogan had his men ordered into his office to discuss some important business.

"What was that, sir?" Newkirk asked again.

Hogan sighed. "I said, you and LeBeau are going to take care of Carter tonight, Corporal."

"Say it again, Gov? Me hearing is not the best."

"Newkirk!" Hogan warned.

But Newkirk didn't let go. "With all due respect, sir. I just don't get it why I have to be the one babysitting Carter."

Kinch grinned at Newkirk. "You're not alone, Newkirk. You've got LeBeau as company."

Newkirk rolled his eyes. "Oh great. That's exactly what I need," he mumbled. LeBeau had heard him and shot him an angry look. Newkirk ignored him and turned to Hogan.

"Gov, you know I care about my mate but you know I got a date with Cinderella at the same time. Blimey, she's the most beautiful underground agent I've ever seen, he said. "Beside Tiger, of course," he added when he saw Hogan's glare. "Why can't LeBeau be the one on the night shift. Do you know how long I have been waiting to get a rendezvous with her?"

"And now you're going to wait a little longer. I've already told you, Newkirk. Kinch and I are on an important mission tonight that could last many hours, probably the whole night. And I am pretty sure Carter is coming down with something, that's why I ordered him to get some rest. And I want you two to keep an eye on him in case he gets worse. Two is better than one," Hogan explained.

"And why not send him to the infirmary and let him have Wilson take a look at him?" Newkirk requested.

"If you haven't already forgotten, Wilson and a few other medics from other Stalags were sent to Stalag 5 to help out because their medic and at least a dozen men got sick with influenza," Kinch threw in.

"Tu es impossible, Pierre!* You should be there for him when he needs you!" LeBeau said, furious.

Newkirk turned to LeBeau, now as angry as the little cook was. "You know I would do anything for my mate. But you know Cinderella and what I did to finally get a date with her. Of all people, Louis, I thought you would be the most understanding one."

LeBeau glared at Newkirk. "Do you even know how to take care of a sick person?"

"Watch it, Louis." Newkirk grumbled.

"Or else what?" LeBeau threatened.

"That's enough. You two are going to take care of Carter. End of the discussion. And that's an order," Hogan said.

HhHhHh

A few hours later Newkirk and LeBeau were watching over a sick Carter. The young man's condition had only worsened through the day and the men decided to transfer him to Hogan's quarters.

Colonel Hogan and Kinch had been reluctant to leave Carter but LeBeau had reassured them.

"Don't worry, mon Colonel. Pierre and I will stay at Carter's side. No matter what."

"Maybe that's what I'm so worried about," Hogan had answered before they had left.

Carter was curled up into a ball under a mountain of blankets, (the men had offered their blankets to keep Carter warm and cozy), coughing now and then. Nonetheless the young sergeant was visibly shivering and his flushed cheeks showed clear signs of a fever.

LeBeau had left the room for a while and now came back with a steaming mug.

"I've prepared some tea for Carter. Is he awake?" LeBeau whispered.

Newkirk shook his head. He's not awake but not really asleep either. The fever won't let him get some rest," he said in a low voice.

LeBeau frowned. "Maybe the tea will do something good. At least it should help him with the coughing."

He placed the mug on Hogan's desk, carefully not to spill anything and reached out a hand to shake Carter's shoulder. Newkirk stopped him.

"Blimey, Louis what are you doing? Carter is sick. He needs to rest," Newkirk hissed.

"But you said he can't sleep. I only want to give him something for his immune system," LeBeau replied in a hushed voice.

Newkirk rolled his eyes. "You can't cure everything with tea, mate. Sleep is what Andrew needs." In his anger he forgot to keep his voice down.

"J'espere vraiment que tu plaisantes?!** You're the one who's drinking tea on every stupid occasion!" LeBeau shouted back.

"Sleep!"

"Tea!"

"Sleep!

"T.."

"Hey what's going on..." a strained voice said. Carter had woken up from their shouting and sat up weakly.

"Great job, Pierre. Now you have woken him up," LeBeau exclaimed, letting out an exasperated sigh.

"What? I..." Newkirk started.

But Carter cut him of. "It's okay, Peter. I couldn't sleep anyway."

"But Louis was the one who started...Ouch!" LeBeau had elbowed him and turned his full attention on Carter. He fetched the tea from the desk.

"Here Andre. Drink something. It should help you. And if it's not helping at least you have something warm," LeBeau said.

"Thanks, Louis. I'm so cold," Carter whispered. LeBeau smiled at him and helped him drink. Newkirk was watching the two.

After Carter had finished the tea, LeBeau asked him eagerly: "Did the tea help? Are you feeling warmer now?"

Carter shook his head. "I'm still cold," he muttered.

LeBeau turned to Newkirk. "Do something. He's freezing."

"I thought you were the doctor," Newkirk scoffed.

HhHhHh

Later that night Kinch and Colonel Hogan came back from their mission and when they entered Hogan's office they were very surprised at what they saw. Carter, Newkirk and LeBeau were huddled up to one another, fast asleep. Newkirk was sitting in the middle with his arms draped around Carter and LeBeau, both men wrapped up in blankets. Hogan and Kinch had to smile at this sight. If Newkirk and LeBeau had fallen asleep due to exhaustion or because of their heated conversation, nobody knew.

*You are impossible, Pierre!

**I really hope you are joking?!