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Title: Flu season
Characters: The band, Alfred.
Fandom: Band!AU
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: For
batstalker from her prompt at the AU party - Tim is the band's manager, and no one doubts that everything tumbles apart when he's not there to help it along. When Tim is sick, his family takes a break from work to help him recover, whether he likes it or not.
Tim was so intent on his laptop that he didn’t notice Alfred’s presence until the back of a cool hand was pressed to his forehead.
“Master Timothy, are you feeling quite well?”
Tim looked up into his friend’s face with bewilderment. “I’m fine, Alfred. What makes you ask?”
Alfred set down the lunch tray down and pulled up a seat. “If you don’t mind me saying, you are awfully flushed.” He pressed his hand to Tim’s cheek once more. “You appear to be running a temperature.”
“I’m ok.” Tim smiled weakly. “I’m just a little run down.”
Alfred let his hand slip into Tim’s hair, brushing the young man’s fringe back from his face. “I must urge you to get some rest. You do no-one any good pushing yourself too hard.”
Tim let out a shuddering little laugh. “I worked out Batman’s identity when I was nine, tracked him without getting caught for years, was trained by the greatest detective of our age, fought monsters and villains of every kind, traced Bruce across time itself,” he closed the computer, rubbing his strained eyes, “Why can’t I make these accounts balance?”
“Thirteen weeks straight of touring is not conducive to one’s cognitive abilities.” Alfred reasoned. “Even Master Bruce would have found paperwork of this complexity difficult under such pressure. Might I recommend you allow yourself some time to recuperate?”
“These need to be submitted to the distribution company before close of business.” Tim shook his head. “No, I need to get this done.”
“Master Tim.” Alfred berated, catching Tim’s hands as he reached for his laptop. “I really must insist.” He pushed the plate of sandwiches into Tim’s hand and piloted him out of the room.
It wasn’t till Tim was sitting in the window seat, half eaten lunch at his side he realised how tired he felt. Only two o’clock in the afternoon and already he felt wiped. Maybe a quick shower...
His laptop was missing when he returned to his room, seconded by Alfred no doubt. Tim stripped off and took a quick shower, sitting down on the edge of the bed to towel off his hair. Despite the warmth of the day and the near scalding shower, he still felt cold and he curled up for a moment, pulling the blankets round him till he stopped shivering.
***
Dick stuck his head in to find Tim a shivering, feverish wreck in the middle of the bed. “Oh Babybird.” He whispered, pushing and lifting Tim to get him under the blankets instead of on top of them. “Alfred said you were looking a bit off.”
“I’m fine.” Tim muttered, not as confidently as before.
“No, you’re not.” Dick chided, shedding his shoes to slide in next to him, stroking Tim’s hair gently. “Get some sleep hey?”
“The accounts? The venue bookings?” Tim mumbled, succumbing to the comforting warmth of Dick’s touch.
“Let us worry about that. You just rest.” Dick pressed a soft kiss to Tim’s brow as he gave up the fight.
***
When he woke up next, Steph was sitting on the end of the bed, Tim’s bass across her lap, strumming quietly.
“Did I wake you? Sorry, Terry was just sitting there all lonely like...”
Tim rolled over, groaning with the ache in his joints. “What is it with everyone flirting my bass?” he mumbled, pulling the blankets around him. It felt like he’d been asleep for days but the light from the open window showed it was only just getting dark.
Steph shrugged. “Can’t stand the idea of you having a lover you’re not sharing.” She said blithely, plucking at the stings. “How are you feeling? ‘Cause you look like death warmed up.”
“Not warm enough.” He grumbled.
“Can fix that.” She disappeared for a moment and returned with an armful of what looked like everyone else’s bedding. She covered him over as he snuggled down, feeling safe under the bulk of blankets.
“Need anything?” She asked, leaning in for a moment to brush back his hair.
“My laptop.” He tried. The fever was giving him nightmares about the accounts.
“No dice boyfriend. You are strictly work free till you’re better. Alfred’s orders.”
“Any chance of an appeal?”
“None!” She grinned, “Now go back to sleep.”
***
It was full dark when Tim woke to the surprising warmth of Jason pressed up against him.
“You were shivering.” Jay said quietly. “How you’re shivering under all this crap is beyond me.” He pulled Tim closer and kissed his forehead. “If I catch whatever you’ve got, I’m kicking your ass.” But there was no malice in his words as he held Tim against his chest.
Tim closed his eyes, the steady beat of Jay’s heart under his ear was strangely comforting.
***
Sometime in the late morning the fever broke and Tim woke to find himself soaked in sweat, sticky and uncomfortable.
“You’ll need this.” Damian said quietly, holding out a bottle of water and waiting till Tim drank most of it before speaking again. “The accounts have been balanced and all the necessary paperwork has been submitted with the relevant parties.”
“How?” Tim asked, flinching at the thought it going without him reviewing it. One mistake right now could cost them big.
“Dick attempted to reconcile the books but when I work what he was doing...” There was a sardonic little smile on D’s lips and Tim could only imagine the mess Dick would have made. “I completed the accounts myself and had Alfred go over them just to be sure. I hope that was an acceptable course of action.”
“Thank you Damian. That’s a great weight off my mind.” Tim tried to stand up but the blankets tangled around his legs, threatening to trip him.
“Shall I fetch Alfred?” Damian asked, holding out a hand to steady his brother.
“I’m ok. Thanks.” Tim muttered as he found his balance.
“Would you like something to eat?”
Tim’s stomach turned. “Not just yet. I’m just going to take a quick shower.”
“I should stay.” Damian said firmly. “In case you fall and injure yourself.”
“I’ll be fine.” Tim caught and squeezed Damian’s shoulder. “I’m sure you have other things you want to do.”
“No particularly.” Damian shrugged. ‘The others are out acquiring the new amplifiers we need for the next leg of the tour.” He settled back on the corner of the bed, seemingly determined to watch over Tim in the other’s absence.
Tim got out of the shower to discover he bed remade with fresh sheets, clean pyjamas laid out and the novel he was reading resting on the bedside table along with a fresh cup of lemon honey tea. All this and a slightly smug looking Damian sitting on the floor with his latest comic book open across his knees.
“Thank you.”
“Hm?” Damian tried and failed not to look pleased. “I also acquired the new Sherlock Holmes movie if you’d like to watch it later?”
Later as they all sat together on the loungeroom, Tim’s head propped comfortably in Dick’s lap as they discussed the relative virtues of Robert Downey Jr and Jude Law, Tim felt deeply grateful for his stubborn, overprotective family.
Characters: The band, Alfred.
Fandom: Band!AU
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: For
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Tim was so intent on his laptop that he didn’t notice Alfred’s presence until the back of a cool hand was pressed to his forehead.
“Master Timothy, are you feeling quite well?”
Tim looked up into his friend’s face with bewilderment. “I’m fine, Alfred. What makes you ask?”
Alfred set down the lunch tray down and pulled up a seat. “If you don’t mind me saying, you are awfully flushed.” He pressed his hand to Tim’s cheek once more. “You appear to be running a temperature.”
“I’m ok.” Tim smiled weakly. “I’m just a little run down.”
Alfred let his hand slip into Tim’s hair, brushing the young man’s fringe back from his face. “I must urge you to get some rest. You do no-one any good pushing yourself too hard.”
Tim let out a shuddering little laugh. “I worked out Batman’s identity when I was nine, tracked him without getting caught for years, was trained by the greatest detective of our age, fought monsters and villains of every kind, traced Bruce across time itself,” he closed the computer, rubbing his strained eyes, “Why can’t I make these accounts balance?”
“Thirteen weeks straight of touring is not conducive to one’s cognitive abilities.” Alfred reasoned. “Even Master Bruce would have found paperwork of this complexity difficult under such pressure. Might I recommend you allow yourself some time to recuperate?”
“These need to be submitted to the distribution company before close of business.” Tim shook his head. “No, I need to get this done.”
“Master Tim.” Alfred berated, catching Tim’s hands as he reached for his laptop. “I really must insist.” He pushed the plate of sandwiches into Tim’s hand and piloted him out of the room.
It wasn’t till Tim was sitting in the window seat, half eaten lunch at his side he realised how tired he felt. Only two o’clock in the afternoon and already he felt wiped. Maybe a quick shower...
His laptop was missing when he returned to his room, seconded by Alfred no doubt. Tim stripped off and took a quick shower, sitting down on the edge of the bed to towel off his hair. Despite the warmth of the day and the near scalding shower, he still felt cold and he curled up for a moment, pulling the blankets round him till he stopped shivering.
***
Dick stuck his head in to find Tim a shivering, feverish wreck in the middle of the bed. “Oh Babybird.” He whispered, pushing and lifting Tim to get him under the blankets instead of on top of them. “Alfred said you were looking a bit off.”
“I’m fine.” Tim muttered, not as confidently as before.
“No, you’re not.” Dick chided, shedding his shoes to slide in next to him, stroking Tim’s hair gently. “Get some sleep hey?”
“The accounts? The venue bookings?” Tim mumbled, succumbing to the comforting warmth of Dick’s touch.
“Let us worry about that. You just rest.” Dick pressed a soft kiss to Tim’s brow as he gave up the fight.
***
When he woke up next, Steph was sitting on the end of the bed, Tim’s bass across her lap, strumming quietly.
“Did I wake you? Sorry, Terry was just sitting there all lonely like...”
Tim rolled over, groaning with the ache in his joints. “What is it with everyone flirting my bass?” he mumbled, pulling the blankets around him. It felt like he’d been asleep for days but the light from the open window showed it was only just getting dark.
Steph shrugged. “Can’t stand the idea of you having a lover you’re not sharing.” She said blithely, plucking at the stings. “How are you feeling? ‘Cause you look like death warmed up.”
“Not warm enough.” He grumbled.
“Can fix that.” She disappeared for a moment and returned with an armful of what looked like everyone else’s bedding. She covered him over as he snuggled down, feeling safe under the bulk of blankets.
“Need anything?” She asked, leaning in for a moment to brush back his hair.
“My laptop.” He tried. The fever was giving him nightmares about the accounts.
“No dice boyfriend. You are strictly work free till you’re better. Alfred’s orders.”
“Any chance of an appeal?”
“None!” She grinned, “Now go back to sleep.”
***
It was full dark when Tim woke to the surprising warmth of Jason pressed up against him.
“You were shivering.” Jay said quietly. “How you’re shivering under all this crap is beyond me.” He pulled Tim closer and kissed his forehead. “If I catch whatever you’ve got, I’m kicking your ass.” But there was no malice in his words as he held Tim against his chest.
Tim closed his eyes, the steady beat of Jay’s heart under his ear was strangely comforting.
***
Sometime in the late morning the fever broke and Tim woke to find himself soaked in sweat, sticky and uncomfortable.
“You’ll need this.” Damian said quietly, holding out a bottle of water and waiting till Tim drank most of it before speaking again. “The accounts have been balanced and all the necessary paperwork has been submitted with the relevant parties.”
“How?” Tim asked, flinching at the thought it going without him reviewing it. One mistake right now could cost them big.
“Dick attempted to reconcile the books but when I work what he was doing...” There was a sardonic little smile on D’s lips and Tim could only imagine the mess Dick would have made. “I completed the accounts myself and had Alfred go over them just to be sure. I hope that was an acceptable course of action.”
“Thank you Damian. That’s a great weight off my mind.” Tim tried to stand up but the blankets tangled around his legs, threatening to trip him.
“Shall I fetch Alfred?” Damian asked, holding out a hand to steady his brother.
“I’m ok. Thanks.” Tim muttered as he found his balance.
“Would you like something to eat?”
Tim’s stomach turned. “Not just yet. I’m just going to take a quick shower.”
“I should stay.” Damian said firmly. “In case you fall and injure yourself.”
“I’ll be fine.” Tim caught and squeezed Damian’s shoulder. “I’m sure you have other things you want to do.”
“No particularly.” Damian shrugged. ‘The others are out acquiring the new amplifiers we need for the next leg of the tour.” He settled back on the corner of the bed, seemingly determined to watch over Tim in the other’s absence.
Tim got out of the shower to discover he bed remade with fresh sheets, clean pyjamas laid out and the novel he was reading resting on the bedside table along with a fresh cup of lemon honey tea. All this and a slightly smug looking Damian sitting on the floor with his latest comic book open across his knees.
“Thank you.”
“Hm?” Damian tried and failed not to look pleased. “I also acquired the new Sherlock Holmes movie if you’d like to watch it later?”
Later as they all sat together on the loungeroom, Tim’s head propped comfortably in Dick’s lap as they discussed the relative virtues of Robert Downey Jr and Jude Law, Tim felt deeply grateful for his stubborn, overprotective family.
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Hey have you had any thoughts on the Slade prompt? I've got a quick one but I don't want to over-write you.
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No I haven't! I've been thinking but struggling to work out anything. So you can go ahead, I look forward to seeing what you've got.
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Thank you by the way.
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...ummm, one liiiittle spelling nit-pick.
Despite the warmth of the day and the near scolding shower, he still felt cold and he curled up for a moment, pulling the blankets round him till he stopped shivering.
It's scalding not scolding. Scalding is really hot; scolding is the reprimand Alfred was giving him earlier. XD
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I'm glad you liked it.
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Pahahah, Damian. "Yeah, I did all the paperwork. WHAT OF IT?" lmfao, loved that. <3
Thank you so much!
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I loved the point in the comics when Damian starts taking control of the board of Wayne Corp. Just so cute and commanding. He’s just so “I can rule at this, mo problems.”
So glad you liked it.
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That's love because I don't even LOOK at people when they have the flu, let alone spoon them in a feverish sleep. That is why I could never be a Robin *sigh*. Damian was just <33 acting as babysitter in everyone's absence- "I MUST BE THE GREATEST BABYSITTER OF ALL TIME"
Loved it. There's nothing to do but completely love these stories <3333
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Poor Tim, I’m getting over the flu now and wish I’d had family like that to snuggle up to.
Thank you! And I’m glad you’re enjoying them so much.
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I had to do it, I subcumbed to peer pressure, all the cool kids were doing it.
This was lovely, everyone taking care of Timmy, not letting him work - it was great. loved Steph playing with Terry and Damian reading a comic book was great!
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I found a funky picture on deviantart that remained me so much of Damian and Steph here (http://samurai-pet.deviantart.com/art/Nothing-to-do-but-sleep-157174143). The boy's hair is too light but it's just so them. That’s where I got the comic book idea from. I can see Damian claiming he reads them to understand youth culture and the perceptions of superheroes but really he just loves them.
Glad you enjoyed it!
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"nods" yep that's all it is.
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Thank you for sharing this with us. :)
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I love the relationship Tim and Damian had formed in this 'verse, they're so sweet together.
Again, thank you.