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Title: The Puppy Dog 74/100 TtH Prompt: #8 Illness Summary: The flu bug hits the SGC. The Puppy Dog Never before had Buffy been more thankful for her slayer metabolism. While she did, on the rare occasion, got sick, she normally avoided the more common illnesses. It was definitely one of the more pleasant aspects of her destiny. So when the latest flu bug hit the base, she had a feeling she’d be spared. Vala, on the other hand, hadn’t been so lucky. Her immune system had never been exposed so it had hit her hard and fast. For four days she had moaned and lamented over her lot in life. Then as soon as she recovered and Buffy thought they’d get to go into the field again, she was denied once more. Both Daniel and Cameron had come down sick. With barely a spoken word between them, they each packed a small bag and got in Buffy’s car. After a quick stop at the drugstore, Buffy dropped Vala off at Daniel’s and she made her way over to Cameron’s. The one bad thing about being the healthy one was taking care of the sick ones. She had barely handled taking care of Vala, and here she was for round two. But there was no way she was going to leave him alone to suffer. He had no one else to take care of him. She could hear Cameron shifting restlessly on his couch while she poured the heated, mild chicken soup into a bowl. She placed it and his medicine on a tray before carrying it into the living room. “You don’t have to do this,” he wheezed from under a pile of blankets. She could barely see his face peering out at her. “Nonsense. Now, medicine first, and then the soup to get rid of the nasty taste,” she said, setting the tray down on the coffee table. “I don’t want either,” he said with a small pout. Buffy rolled her eyes and sat on the edge of the couch. She peeled back the blankets and placed a hand on his forehead. “You still have a fever, so you still get the medicine.” “But.” “No, buts. If Vala couldn’t weasel her way out of it, neither can you,” she said firmly. Cameron did his best to fix his features into a full-blown, puppy dog pout, but the feverish glint in his eyes and his red nose gave him a slightly comical look. “I’ll just throw it back up.” “Maybe, but some of it will already be in your system. Trust me on this.” She smiled sweetly at him. “I’ll give you a cookie if you take the medicine and finish the soup.” “No.” She frowned. That tactic had always worked on Vala, and Cameron’s sweet tooth was big enough that she thought it would work with him, too. “Fix me a bath.” “What?” She asked in surprise. “Vala said you’d fix her baths with stuff in it and it helped with the aches,” he said, trying for the puppy dog look again. She grinned. “That I can do, but medicine and soup first.” With a little assistance from Buffy, Cameron sat up with his blankets wrapped around him. While he ate his soup, Buffy went and prepared his bath with the lavender scented salts. When she returned, he looked at her almost apologetically. “I couldn’t finish all of it.” “But you ate most of it, that’s the important thing,” she said, helping him stand. She let him keep one blanket and headed him towards the bathroom. “Thank you,” he said, stopping just outside of the bathroom. “You’re welcome,” she replied. “It’s all ready for you. Just yell if you need something.” Cameron reached out suddenly and hugged her. “I’m really glad you’re on my team, too. That you joined the club.” Buffy blinked in surprise and then hugged him back. “Me, too.” Previous Chapter Buffygate Menu Next Chapter |
