Ficlet Meme - Prompt me!

[kriadydragon]

Snurched from tj_teejay. I don't know why I'm doing this since I have enough on my plate as is, so please be kind with your requests.

The first five people to comment on this post get to request that I write a ficlet of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

Fandoms: White Collar, Suits, Dr. Who (10th Doctor. Not quite comfortable writing 11th yet) and I'm also willing to try Haven if it's Nathan related. And I must apologize profusely for not including SGA. I'm a bit SGA'd out at the moment and really need to try and save my energy for that poor, neglected amnesia story.

And gen requests only, please.

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Pt. 2

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Two hours later, everyone was reassured that, no, no one was trying to kill them with super diseases but they may want to get a flu shot.

"No 'may' about it," Jessica announced. "It's mandatory."

Everyone groaned.

"And anyone who tries to blame Mike for this," Harvey added. He smiled, "Will be asked to get a tetanus shot as well."

Everyone shut up.

It was just the flu, and Mike was kicked out of the hospital to go home, rest, drink lots of fluids, rest, eat, and rest. Harvey picked him up; like hell he was letting the kid bike home in his condition where he was liable to plow head-first into a lamp post or car.

"But you puke on the seat, I'm stuffing you in the trunk," Harvey warned.

Mike snorted like it was an empty threat, which it was, but it was still annoying to be snorted at by your underlings. But Harvey spared Mike the I-am-not-amused glare of warning since it wouldn't have any affect. Mike wasn't just sick, he was pared down, exhausted, running on too much energy drink and not enough actual nutrients. It happened, Harvey knew. Part of learning to do the job well was learning to find balance, to stay aware of what was happening inside yourself while you continued to focus on what was happening outside yourself. Which sounded zen and cheesy and something Harvey wouldn't say out loud in a million years, but it was the truth.

What he did say out loud as he drove a pale and exhausted Mike home was, "You need to take better care of yourself." Which was cliche and completely unhelpful, but no less true, either. "Health always comes first and energy drinks aren't going to cut it."

He glanced at Mike, who in the glow of the street lamps looked gaunt, eyes squinting against the pain of a light-sensitive headache.

"I'm serious," Harvey said, more kindly than intended. This was supposed to be a lecture, damn it, not comfort. "I know that sometimes it seems like you don't have time to so much as go to the bathroom, but you figure out how to make it happen. Anyone tries to drag you somewhere or makes you do something during lunch you better ask that lunch be included or be extended, and that includes if I'm the one doing the dragging. Got it?"

Mike nodded heavily.

Harvey continued to lecture all the way to Mike's, and somewhere along the way it turned into giving him advice - grabbing naps when you could, food when you could, keeping snacks at your desk, knowing the difference between a stress headache and a sick headache - that kind of thing. Maybe it was the trick of the light, but Mike seemed to perk up.

"And don't come in until you're better. Not a little better, not mostly better, I mean better," Harvey said when Mike was dropped off. Mike gave him a semi-jaunty salute and his admit-it-you-totally-care smile, then went inside.

Harvey shook his head and headed home.

Re: Pt. 2

[leoraine.livejournal.com]

Aw, loved the *contamination* scene, I could just imagine everyone running for their lives lol. But Harvey stayed... and then threatened everyone with a tetanus shot... and the gave Mike lots of advice:-) Thanks for the sweet fic:-)