Disclaimer: I don't own Brothers & Sisters

Authors Note: This chapter was written for my beta cindergirlgrimm. She got the flu and to try and cheer her up I gave Jason the flu.

"John Barrowman or Bruno Tonioli?"

Kevin raised his head and twisted round to look at Jason, confusion etched all over his face. The flu that had raged through his system a few days ago was starting to fade- it had a found a new target. It had attacked Jason complete with a new weapon: the killer cough.

Jason would be fine and then suddenly it would attack; catching his breath, making his whole body shake and his chest rattle under Kevin's head.

All they had managed to do over the last few days was sleep, watch TV, and sleep some more.

They were lying on the couch together having just finished watching a film, not that Kevin could tell someone the plot if asked, having let his attention wander on a number of occasions.

Western films were not to his taste at all. However he wasn't about to turn down the invitation to lie on his quite snug sofa with Jason when the only other options were try and catch up on some work or go back to sleep.

Besides, if he was going to sleep, he would prefer to use Jason as a pillow and until then there was always the thought of him in one of those cowboy outfits to keep him entertained.

From his position at Jason's shoulder he was trying to decide what the hell Jason was talking about. He narrowed it down to either A) he was continuing a previous conversation that he had no recollection of, B) he was just seeing if he was paying attention, or C) his fever had caused him to go temporarily – at least he hoped only temporarily – mad.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Who do you prefer, John Barrowman or Bruno Tonioli?"

"Does it matter?"

"No, but we seem to have exhausted most of our supplies of entertainment."

"I can think of something," Kevin replied and the look in his eyes left Jason under no illusions about what he had in mind, leaving him a bit stunned.

Kevin had registered the brief flicker of shock on Jason's face. However, he knew this minister wasn't as innocent as his parish -and probably his brother for that matter- would like to believe. Nobody that good looking was.

He was probably still getting used to Kevin's upfront manner. A couple more Walker family dinners should be enough to get rid of that…or have him run, screaming, into the hills.

One of the two anyway.

Unfortunately, this was the moment Jason's killer cough had been lying in wait for and triggered another fit.

"Perhaps we should wait until that goes away," he gestured at Jason's chest.

"Prob-probably"

"What are we going to watch then?"

"That's why I was asking, John Barrowman or Bruno Tonioli?"

Kevin shifted around a bit so that he was now wedged in between Jason and the back of the sofa, dragging Jason around with him so that they were lying face to face.

"I still don't understand the question."

"Like I said earlier we seem to of exhausted most of supplies of entertainment. All we really have left are those tapes of Torchwood Rebecca brought round or Dancing with The Stars, which is coming on in about twenty minutes. Since you let me watch that film I figured it was only fair to let you choose."

Damn. He knew Kevin hadn't been paying attention, and it looked like he was on some sort of guilt-trip.

"It's also your TV in your apartment. You're allowed to kick me out anytime you want."

Ok maybe not so much a guilt thing as a not wanting to go home yet thing.

"Is this your way of asking me what I want to watch on TV? Because you know most normal people would just ask."

Jason laughed, "Yes, I know that. I still want to know the answer though. It might come in handy in the future."

"How the hell could knowing my preference of John Barrowman or Bruno Tonioli come in handy?"

"I said it might, I didn't say it would."

Kevin sighed but smiled so Jason knew he was joking, "Right, you win. I need some brain food though before I start thinking about this."

"Brain food?"

"You'll see."

He gently nudged Jason until he was lying on his back and then started to crawl over him. Jason suddenly moaned and gasped. Kevin's head snapped down in worry.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" He had just taken some painkillers an hour or so ago. Surely he shouldn't be aching again so soon.

"I will be once you get your elbow out of my ribs."

He shifted his gaze from Jason's pain stricken face and noticed that his elbow was indeed digging into Jason's ribs. Not a good idea at the best of times, never mind when you are trying to fend off an evil flu cough.

Apologising Kevin quickly slid off him and went into the kitchen.

He returned a few minutes later with a full pint of ice cream and two spoons. Jason had sat up by this point, trying to hold down another mini coughing fit.

"Sorry about that," he nodded in the direction of Jason's ribs. "I could kiss them better if it would help." He had that look in his eyes again. The evil coughing fit that Jason thought he had under control however protested, preventing him from answering…and completely destroying his innocent minister persona.

Kevin rolled his eyes and went to fetch him a drink of water.

"I won't be overly offended if you say no."

"Who said I was going to say no?"

"Oh."

Kevin sat down next to Jason and curled up tucking his feet underneath his legs. Jason was stretching his legs in front of him, but placed his arm on the back of the couch, allowing Kevin to lean in to him.

Kevin opened the ice cream, toffee crunch, and handed a spoon to Jason. "Right, John Barrowman or Bruno Tonioli?"

"Yep," Jason replied as he took his first bite of ice cream. It was the first time he had eaten something that wasn't soup in three days.

"Do I have some sort of context here or is it just who do I want to watch on TV this minute, which one would I rather shag, or which one would I run away with?"

Jason was looking amused, now that Kevin had decided to answer his question it looked like he wasn't going to get a one or two word answer.

"Which ever you want."

"Pick one."

"The last one then."

"The one I would run away with. Good answer, there's more to consider for this. Looks obviously, humour, similarities –"

"Their ability to cope with you crazy family?"

"Mean. You not getting anymore ice cream for that."

Kevin made to move away but was stopped by Jason wrapping his arms around him.

"I'm sorry. I realise your family are perfectly normal and are nothing compared to my family. Please accept my sincerest apologies. Now give me the ice cream." Jason managed to say this in his calmest minister voice but the way his eyes shone with laughter, and the way the corners of his mouth twitched as he failed to control his grin lessened the effect somewhat.

Kevin grinned back at him and handed over the ice cream, "The grovelling could use more work but not bad for a first attempt."

Jason laughed before helping himself to more ice cream. He handed Kevin the tub back and placed one arm around Kevin's shoulders, unable to help the grin when Kevin automatically moved in closer. "I promise I will try harder next time. If you were running away with him would he even need the ability to cope with your perfectly normal, not weird in anyway what so ever family?

Kevin just looked at him and continued to eat his ice-cream.

"What you comparing first then? Looks?"

"Might as well," Kevin replied. "I would say John Barrowman is the best looking. Agree?"

"Yeah, but he's more than ten years younger than Bruno. You would expect him to be better looking."

"True. He still looks good for forty. How many forty year olds can you name that could pass for under thirty."

"Last time I went out with Robert a bartender asked him for ID. I think she was trying to chat him up, though."

"I am going to presume this was before he met Kitty and if I'm wrong do me a favour and don't correct me. And that doesn't count as you and I both know that your brother looks a lot older than 21."

"Not many then."

"Exactly; and have you seen Bruno without his television make-up on? I saw an interview with him at some premiere thing and he was dead pale and had wrinkles around his eyes. It might have been the girl he was standing next to though. She obviously has a bit of an attachment to her tanning bed."

"One point to Barrowman then."

"Yeah."

"What you comparing next then?"

"Dunno? They both have the same sort of humour don't they?"

"Think so. Lots of innuendos," he gestured with his hand, still holding his spoon, "that sort of thing."

"Yeah. They both laugh a lot as well."

"Could you cope with their excessive laughter or would it start to drive you mad after a while?"

"It would if I was trying to work. I should probably warn you that I'm not very sociable if I'm working, if I ignore you don't take it personally, I ignore pretty much anyone. It was the only way to get stuff done at home growing up."

"I can imagine."

"Yeah, Tommy never really understood why I would prefer to do my work then read instead of going out and playing football. He was more of a "do it at the last minute" sort of person.

"I'll consider myself warned then."

"Is that a draw then?"

"Yep. Compatibility now?"

"Yep."

"Honestly, neither of them. I don't think I could cope with their energy. They're a bit too…"

"Hyper?"

"Yeah. And isn't Barrowman married?"

"Yes, but that isn't the point."

"Still don't think it would work though. Imagine taking them to meet my family. They would both run out screaming."

"Probably."

Kevin rose to put the ice cream neither of them were eating anymore back into the freezer.

"I wouldn't say no though if Richard Gere turned up in his 'An Officer and a Gentlemen' outfit."

Jason laughed, "You realise that not only is he married he's also straight."

Kevin stuck his head around the kitchen door, "It's not as if John Barrowman is going to turn up either. Looks like I'll have to make do with a minister in the meantime."

"Sorry to disappoint you."

"Who said I was disappointed?"