Best Friends
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intheheartAuthor: Kat
Title: Best Friends
Rating: G.
Summary: Ahava's sick. Duncan is unfazed.
Date: April 2000
Notes: none.
Ahava dragged herself out of her bedroom at around noon the next morning, her quilt wrapped around her shoulders and dragging on the floor.
At first, Duncan just thought she'd been sleeping off a hangover, but he looked up when she sniffled, and her red eyes and the circles under them told him otherwise. "Ahava?" he asked, lifting his hands off the keyboard. "You okay?"
"No," she said, and sniffled again. "I have a cold."
Oh, good. He resumed typing. "Glad to hear it. I thought you got dumped again."
"Fuck you," she said, amiably, and meandered into the kitchen. After a minute he heard the beeping of the microwave. Heating up some soup, probably-- Ahava always did like comfort soup when she wasn't feeling well.
Sure enough, one paragraph and several minutes later, she meandered back into the living room with her big mug in one hand, a spoon and her quilt clutched in the other. "Scoot over," she said.
He swung his feet to the floor and scooted obediently down the couch, tugging his laptop's power cord along with him. "What kind of soup did you make?"
"Chicken noodle," she said, putting the mug down and sitting down in the spot he'd just vacated. "Mm. Warm."
He grinned at his English paper. "Glad to be of service as your seat-warmer."
"Foot-warmer too," she said, because even sick, she was always insouciant, and tucked her bare feet under his thigh.
He was wearing sweatpants and her feet were pretty warm anyway, but for the sake of things he yelped. "Cold!"
Ahava untucked one foot to shove his leg. "Shut up, it's April."
Which it was, not that you'd ever notice it from the pouring rain outside. Stupid spring and its stupid rainstorms. Duncan scowled briefly at the weather, then returned to typing.
She slurped her soup for a minute, one of those things she'd done her whole life, then poked him with her foot again. "Whatcha doing?"
"Writing my English paper," he replied, absently. He was getting pretty close to the conclusion, at which point he only needed to bullshit his way through the last couple hundred words. "Almost done. Don't you have homework?"
Ahava looked at him as if he was insane. "I'm sick."
"Right, forgot." She was also single-minded. "So how did you get this cold again?"
She rubbed a hand across her nose. "Dunno. Everybody in my chem class is getting sick. Maybe somebody went dancing in the rain."
"You can't catch a cold by getting wet," Duncan said. Almost done...
"I know that," Ahava said, and poked him with her foot one more time. "Who's the premed student here again?"
"Until the next time you change your major, anyway." Ahava and her impulses.
She choked on a spoonful of soup, then really kicked him. "Shut up. I'm gonna stick with this one."
He would believe that when he saw it, but he didn't push it. Instead, he dropped a hand from his keyboard and patted her ankle. "And you'll make a great doctor."
"Nurse," she corrected. "I want to be a nurse, not a doctor. You get to be more personal, when you're a nurse."
And that was her flip side-- impulsive, melodramatic, occasionally ridiculous, but also sweet, kind, and the best friend he'd ever had in the world. Duncan patted her ankle again. "You'll make a great nurse, too."
She scarfed down the rest of her soup, then set the mug on the table and snuggled up next to him, her head on his shoulder. "Are you almost done? I wanna watch a movie."
"Mmhmm." One hundred words to go and he was only halfway through the conclusion. "What movie?"
"Whatever." She snuggled closer, tucking her head against his neck. Her hair, loose and uncombed, tickled. "I just wanna watch a movie and fall asleep." Her voice dwindled as she spoke, her words slurring together.
"You can't use me for a..." Duncan started, but she was already wheezing gently under her breath, which she had also done for as long as he could remember. He rolled his eyes to the heavens, saved his paper and shut his laptop, then turned his head and kissed her forehead.
Best friend he'd ever had.
Duncan propped his feet up on the coffee table and settled in to take a nap.
Title: Best Friends
Rating: G.
Summary: Ahava's sick. Duncan is unfazed.
Date: April 2000
Notes: none.
Ahava dragged herself out of her bedroom at around noon the next morning, her quilt wrapped around her shoulders and dragging on the floor.
At first, Duncan just thought she'd been sleeping off a hangover, but he looked up when she sniffled, and her red eyes and the circles under them told him otherwise. "Ahava?" he asked, lifting his hands off the keyboard. "You okay?"
"No," she said, and sniffled again. "I have a cold."
Oh, good. He resumed typing. "Glad to hear it. I thought you got dumped again."
"Fuck you," she said, amiably, and meandered into the kitchen. After a minute he heard the beeping of the microwave. Heating up some soup, probably-- Ahava always did like comfort soup when she wasn't feeling well.
Sure enough, one paragraph and several minutes later, she meandered back into the living room with her big mug in one hand, a spoon and her quilt clutched in the other. "Scoot over," she said.
He swung his feet to the floor and scooted obediently down the couch, tugging his laptop's power cord along with him. "What kind of soup did you make?"
"Chicken noodle," she said, putting the mug down and sitting down in the spot he'd just vacated. "Mm. Warm."
He grinned at his English paper. "Glad to be of service as your seat-warmer."
"Foot-warmer too," she said, because even sick, she was always insouciant, and tucked her bare feet under his thigh.
He was wearing sweatpants and her feet were pretty warm anyway, but for the sake of things he yelped. "Cold!"
Ahava untucked one foot to shove his leg. "Shut up, it's April."
Which it was, not that you'd ever notice it from the pouring rain outside. Stupid spring and its stupid rainstorms. Duncan scowled briefly at the weather, then returned to typing.
She slurped her soup for a minute, one of those things she'd done her whole life, then poked him with her foot again. "Whatcha doing?"
"Writing my English paper," he replied, absently. He was getting pretty close to the conclusion, at which point he only needed to bullshit his way through the last couple hundred words. "Almost done. Don't you have homework?"
Ahava looked at him as if he was insane. "I'm sick."
"Right, forgot." She was also single-minded. "So how did you get this cold again?"
She rubbed a hand across her nose. "Dunno. Everybody in my chem class is getting sick. Maybe somebody went dancing in the rain."
"You can't catch a cold by getting wet," Duncan said. Almost done...
"I know that," Ahava said, and poked him with her foot one more time. "Who's the premed student here again?"
"Until the next time you change your major, anyway." Ahava and her impulses.
She choked on a spoonful of soup, then really kicked him. "Shut up. I'm gonna stick with this one."
He would believe that when he saw it, but he didn't push it. Instead, he dropped a hand from his keyboard and patted her ankle. "And you'll make a great doctor."
"Nurse," she corrected. "I want to be a nurse, not a doctor. You get to be more personal, when you're a nurse."
And that was her flip side-- impulsive, melodramatic, occasionally ridiculous, but also sweet, kind, and the best friend he'd ever had in the world. Duncan patted her ankle again. "You'll make a great nurse, too."
She scarfed down the rest of her soup, then set the mug on the table and snuggled up next to him, her head on his shoulder. "Are you almost done? I wanna watch a movie."
"Mmhmm." One hundred words to go and he was only halfway through the conclusion. "What movie?"
"Whatever." She snuggled closer, tucking her head against his neck. Her hair, loose and uncombed, tickled. "I just wanna watch a movie and fall asleep." Her voice dwindled as she spoke, her words slurring together.
"You can't use me for a..." Duncan started, but she was already wheezing gently under her breath, which she had also done for as long as he could remember. He rolled his eyes to the heavens, saved his paper and shut his laptop, then turned his head and kissed her forehead.
Best friend he'd ever had.
Duncan propped his feet up on the coffee table and settled in to take a nap.
