Oh my gawd, you poor little snowflakes. I haven't updated in forever, I'm horrible T-T.

Okay, so, I HAVE to thank SkyHighFan for messaging me and thus reminding me that I had this chapter and the next typed but I never posted them... I'm so sorry. Okay, you probably don't want excuses for why I wasn't here, so on with the story!

~sick!Jack~

"Shea... Sheaaa... Sheaaaaa... Sheaaaaaaa-"

"What do you want?!" Seamus exclaimed, throwing up his hand in exasperation.

"Could you make me soup?" Jack asked. Seamus sighed. The bed ridden spirit claimed he was too sick to do anything, though complained when Seamus said he couldn't "go have fun".

As Seamus grumbled and walked off to the kitchen, Jack's face twisted to one of slight pain and almost confusion. Upon returning, Seamus noted his expression and raised a brow.

"Jackson, are you-" Jack sneezed loud enough to startle a bird outside the open window, and Seamus chuckled. Jack whined.

"I hate being sick! I haven't gotten a cold this bad since I was human!" Jack complained. Seamus walked forward and smoothed his hair back.

"Really, you've been in worse shape before and you've never complained this much," Seamus said. Jack sighed and closed his eyes. "A fever only lasts a few days, you'll be flinging snowballs in no time."

"But I hate being sick!" Jack whined. Seamus smiled.

"You're adorable," He said. Jack sniffed loudly and looked away with a pout.

"You suck," Jack grumbled. Seamus raised a brow.

"Was that a statement or a request?" Seamus asked. Jack's brow furrowed in confusion, but slowly his expression morphed into one of shock.

"SHEA!" He scolded. Seamus laughed. "Pervert."

"Oh come on, that was funny, admit it," Seamus said. Jack crossed his arms and shook his head. Seamus ruffled his hair and walked back to the kitchen to get the soup off the stove. "But there are scientific studies that suggest that sex can-"

"I don't want to know!" Jack yelled. Seamus laughed. "What kind did you make?"

"I reheated the chicken noodle soup I made yesterday," Seamus said, walking in with a bowl. Jack nodded slowly.

"You make good soup," Jack said. Seamus smirked and sat next to Jack, who was sprawled on the couch at the moment. Jack reached for it, before drawing his hand back quickly. "I might freeze it."

"Should I feed you then?" Seamus teased. Jack rolled his eyes.

"Oh just gimme the bowl," He said, pushing himself up to rest back against the couch arm. Seamus placed said bowl in Jack's lap and handed him a spoon with plastic wrapped around the end. "Huh?"

"I knew you might freeze it so I grabbed a plastic spoon," Seamus said. Jack nodded and lifted a spoonful to his lips. He swallowed, hummed happily, and began wolfing down the rest. Seamus chuckled.

"You'll give yourself a stomach ache," he said. Jack pouted.

"But it's so good!" Jack whined. Seamus rolled his eyes.

"It'll only hurt more," Seamus pointed out. Jack sighed.

"Touché," He agreed. He began eating again, at a much slower pace, and finished of the bowl quickly. Seamus took it from him and walked off to drop it in the sink. "Shea!"

"What now, Jackson?" Seamus groaned, resting his forehead on a cabinet with a resounding thump.

"Come 'ere," Jack said. Seamus shuffled back into the living room and crouched down beside Jack with a peeved look.

"What?" he asked. Jack grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged sharply, pulling Seamus up onto the couch with him. The older spirit cursed in surprise and caught himself before he crushed the winter hellion. Seamus was left practically kneeling over him. Jack pressed a quick kiss to his lips and grinned.

"Y'know, I'm suddenly very interested in those scientific studies you brought up earlier."