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Snurched from [livejournal.com profile] 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.

Learning Curve Pt. 1 (PG)

Date: 2011-08-14 01:46 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] kriadydragon.livejournal.com
Warnings: vomit

Harvey hoped like hell they never had some kind of biological/hazard/whatever attack in the building, because they'd all be doomed, and not from the bio-whatever. Mike got up without an explanation, started to walk out of the meeting without permission, then dropped like a rock to his hands and knees where he promptly puked all over the once nice spotless carpet.

Okay, so maybe what Mike ejected being reddish was a little disconcerting, but still not reason enough to practically stampede from the conference room and shut the doors on Harvey and Mike. Not locked, but it still felt like abandonment, and that was just damn rude. Plus the vomit was a little too neon to be anything other than man made and not biological - not unlike the color of Mike's energy drink of choice of the day.

Harvey, retaining better control than everyone else even though he had about as much tolerance for vomit as a smug Louis, was next to Mike easing him the rest of the way to the floor when the kid started to sway. He was warm, Harvey could feel it through Mike's jacket, pale, and dazed from utter misery.

"Headache?" Harvey asked.

Mike nodded.

"Since this morning?"

When Mike nodded again, Harvey rolled his eyes. "Then why the hell did you come in!"

Mike flinched in pain, forcing Harvey to grumble an apology.

"Wasn't that bad," Mike slurred. "Jus thought I wasn't... getting nuff water or... something."

Harvey grudgingly admitted it was understandable. He'd been there, so caught up with what was happening outside himself he didn't realize what was happening inside himself. Every headache, every dizzy spell, every moment of queasiness was blamed on not enough of this or not enough of that until he blinked and, suddenly, it got a hell of a lot worse.

Jessica returned, risking contamination and her own dislike of bodily fluids to bear a wet washcloth and news that someone had called an ambulance.

Because Mike's sudden spill and expulsion of stomach contents was so, well, sudden - and because biological contamination wasn't a laughing matter - everyone was asked to remain in the building until they were sure no one was contaminated.

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