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This fic was inspired by the lovely @xfile-cabinetx I was talking with her and she told me how she wanted a fluffy piece and she said a certain line and this idea popped into my head. I know that I owe that much since I have written two pieces that were super angsty.  I hope you enjoy! 
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Scully looked at Mulder’s sleeping form in the early hours of the morning.  She couldn’t stop smiling to herself.  She can’t remember any time that she has ever seen him this at peace while he was awake.  Scully slipped out of bed, grabbing one of his shirts hanging from his bed post, leaving the couple top of buttons undone.  She pulled light grey wool socks on that drooped around her ankles before padding quietly to the kitchen.  She glanced over her should to make sure she didn’t wake him before she started to rummage quietly through his kitchen cabinets for coffee and some sort of food.  She frowned to herself when she only found the proper stuff for coffee.

She looked at his overflowing sink of used coffee mugs and the outstanding amount of garbage that was stuffed into his garbage bin.  She couldn’t help but shake her head before pulling her hair into a loose pony tail as she tried to figure out what to tackle first.  Finding a clean mug or finding something edible.  She let out a soft snort and figured that it would be easier to clean two mugs.  

Mulder leaned against the door frame, grinning to himself.  He watched the way that she stretched for his dish detergent.  He admired the way his boxers peeked out from underneath his shirt.  He wished he had a camera to freeze this moment in time for eternity.  This was one of his favorite ways of seeing Scully.  

Scully rolled up her sleeves before running the hot water.  She nearly jumped out of her skin when Mulder wrapped his arms around her lithe waist.  She felt his gentle lips and his prickly stubbled rub against her skin before she felt him kiss where her neck and shoulder met. She heard his deep inhale and couldn’t help but smile to herself.  

“Mmmm…. if you keep doing that, we won’t have coffee until noon!” Scully teased as she relaxed her body against his.  

Mulder smiled to himself as he squeezed her tighter to his body, “Oh is that so? Well, I guess that will have to wait until later.  After last night, I need some coffee and food in my system before I can even function properly.”  Mulder didn’t have to see Scully’s face to know that she was blushing.

“Then how about you let me get to work and accomplish this for us?” Scully quipped as she gently rubbed her palms against his bare arms.  She could feel his heat radiate into her body, warming her to the bone.  

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Believe It or Not. Part 19/?

*song suggestion: Friends by Chase Atlantic*

(Based off 2x07 “Restraint”)

“If Jackson doesn’t know what he’s doing, then he probably doesn’t know that someone’s controlling him.” Allison suggested as they all stood together. Y/n returning to her friends after her surprise visit from Isaac. She was trying to pay attention but her mind was elsewhere.

“Or he doesn’t remember.” Scott sighed.

Stiles watched as Y/n stared down at her feet, shifting from one to the other every few seconds. His brows furrowed in confusion to her odd behavior. I mean sure, they were dealing with a lot but she was definitely acting strange right now. And he noticed.

“What if it’s the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?” Y/n asked without shifting her gaze from the ground.

“A fugue state?”

“He’d have to forget everything.” Scott pointed out, “The murder-”

“Getting rid of the blood.” Y/n finished for him, finally looking up and meeting Scott’s eyes as the seriousness of the situation hit all of them once again.

“Yeah, he had help with one thing though- the video. And someone else helped him forget that.” Stiles added.

“Whoever is controlling him.”

Allison shifted uncomfortably, “Are you sure Jackson has no idea about any of this?”

“He thinks he’s still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing.”

“So do we try to convince him he’s not?” The brunette gestured with her hands to express her frustration.

“If it helps us find out who’s controlling him, then yeah.” Scott announced to all of them.

“Do you think he’ll talk to us after what we did?” Allison asked, her tone unsure.

“ Yeah, it’s us. He’ll talk to us right?” No one answered the unusually lanky boy.

“ You will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically.” The sheriff’s obviously disappointed voice read off a piece of paper to the set of twins and his own son sitting uncomfortably at the table in the interrogation room.

Neither one of them looked at each other, hell Y/n was terrified to breathe with the intensity of the glare they were receiving from Jackson’s father.

“What about School?” Stiles inevitably asked.

“You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50- foot distance.” The sheriff sighed.

“Bu - okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there’s only two stalls available and they’re only right next to each other?”

Y/n couldn’t have rolled her eyes harder as she let her elbow slam against the surface of the table and dropped her head into the palms of her hand. He can’t be serious? God this boy would be the death of her.

“I’ll just hold it.” He retreated lower into his chair as he felt the glare of his own father and Mr. Whittemore.

“Move! It’s not just this. Although, a restraining order is a new low that I didn’t think that you would reach quite this soon. It’s everything on top of it. The completely bizarre behavior, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr. Harris for you to make up that chemistry test that you missed.”

Y/n and Scott’s mother ranted as she fast-walked down the hall and they tried to keep up until she stopped and turned around to face both of them.

“I missed a chemistry test?” Scott whispered, extremely confused.

“Really, Scott?” She sighed, switching her gaze to her daughter, “And you, what is going on? You guys I can’t keep doing this. I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You’re grounded.” She seemed to have started having the conversation with herself, as if she needed to convince her and not them.

“What about work?”

“Fine- other than work. And no tv.”

“My tv’s broken.” Scott winced.

“Then no computer!” She pointed at Y/n.

“I need the computer for school.” She smiles innocently.

“Then no, uh-” Melissa glanced behind them, “no Stiles!” She decided loudly. Knowing that grounding her twins from Stiles would strike a nerve in both of them.

“What- no Stiles-”

“No Stiles!” She cut him off as he approached from behind, immediately retreating backwards as Melissa yelled. Not even Peter was this scary.

“And no more car privileges. Give me your keys!” Scott handed her the keys right away.

They both watched as she tried to unravel them, but her hands were shaking.

“Mom- you want me to-”

“No.” She rejected Scott.

Y/n knew she needed to step forward, “Mom.” She whispered as she grasped Melissa’s hands.

“What is going on with you? Is this about your father?”

Y/n didn’t know what to say, the question was unexpected, to put it lightly. She just stared at her mom, unsure of what movement to make next.

“We’ll talk about this at home.” Melissa’s eyes had changed from infuriated to concerned and confused.

“So why do we need their help?” Isaac asked as he watched Derek pace around their underground home.

“Because it’s harder to kill then I thought and I still don’t know who it is.”

“And they do?”

“They might,” Derek sighed, “ which is why I need one of you to get on their good side.”

“ Well Isaac’s already got that covered.” Erica smirked.

“Shut up Erica.” Isaac glared at her as Derek’s movements ceased and he turned to look at his beta.

“No, what does she mean?”

Isaac’s jaw clenched as Erica answered, “his anchor is the McCall twin.” she laughed, “he even went to visit her tonight, make sure she was okay after her little outburst.”

“When were you going to tell me this?” Derek left his eyes glued on Isaac.

“Never, if you want me to use her for your benefit.” Isaac shot back.

“Fine. Erica, it’s up to you.

“Hm. Scott or Stiles?” She phrased playfully.


Y/n stood in a random section of the library as they waited for Scott and Stiles to meet them, since it was the only place they could find to avoid video cameras.

“It’s everything Lydia can translate. And trust me, she was very confused.” Allison handed Scott a tablet through the spaces in the books once they had arrived.

“Yeah, what’d you tell her?” Scott asked as he handed the tablet to Stiles.

“That we were apart of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures.”

“I am apart of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures.” Stiles replied offended.

“O- oh, great.” Y/n nodded her head, as she glanced at Allison. Both not trying to laugh. Which he noticed.

“Okay, does it say how to find out who’s controlling him?” Scott diverted from the subject.

“Not really. But Stiles was right about the murders.” Y/n pointed out.

“Yes!” He claimed excitedly, he reached through the books and without even really thinking about it he and Y/n high-fived before returning to the conversation.

“It called the Kanima a weapon of vengeance,” Allison took over, “There’s a story in there about a South American priest who uses the Kanima to execute murderers in his village-”

“All right, see? So maybe it’s not all that bad.” Stiles cut her off optimistically.

Y/n just smirked and continued what Allison was trying to say, “until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to.”

Stiles eyes widened as he looked at her and she winked.

“All bad, all very, very bad.”

“Here’s the thing though. The Kanima is actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can’t be-”

“Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it.” Scott finished what Allison had began to say as he read off of the tablet.

“Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could’ve told you that myself.” Stiles’ cynical sarcasm took over the atmosphere.

“What if- it has something to do with his parents? His real parents.” Allison’s eyebrows furrowed as she thought of possibilities.

“Yeah, does anybody know what actually happened to them?” Scott followed.

“Lydia might.” Y/n nodded her head as she thought of the strawberry blonde.

“What if she doesn’t know anything?” Scott asked.

“Well, he doesn’t have a restraining order against me, so- I’ll talk to him myself.” Allison offered whilst shrugging her shoulders.

“Okay, what do I do?” Scott leaned down to look into her eyes.

“You have a make-up exam, remember? Promise me.” She whispered.

“If he does anything, you run the other way.” Scott’s voice became serious.

“I can take care of myself.” Allison reminded him once again.

“Allison,” Scott sighed, “if you get hurt while I’m taking some stupid test, someone’s going to need to take care of me.” Y/n watched her brother’s eyes as he spoke to Allison and she smiled. She had never seen him care so much for someone, and she loved that it was Allison that he felt this way about.

“If he does anything-”

“Like?” Allison cut him off gently.

“Anything- weird or bizarre- anything.” He finished

“Anything evil!” Stiles head shot through the book shelf. Y/n and Allison smirked at each other before Y/n placed her hand on his forehead and forcefully pushed his head back through, causing him to stumble back and almost drop the tablet. He looked at her with an annoyed expression on his face as she just smiled back.

“Do you want me to go with you when you talk to Jackson?” Y/n offered as she and Allison left the boys behind and started to walk out of the library and out into the hallway.

“Did you forget he has a restraining order against you too?” Allison smiled amusingly as one of her eyebrows quirked.

Y/n just rolled her eyes, “No-I’m the smart twin remember- I know I can’t be there, but I could be 50 feet away if something goes wrong.”

“Thanks,” Allison said as she stopped at her locker and began spinning the combination until it opened, “but I don’t want to drag you into it, I don’t think he’ll hurt me at school.” She finished as she exchanged the books she had before with new ones.

Y/n was just standing to the side, back pressed against the locker as Allison gathered her things. Legs crossed and gaze down as she played with the ring on her fingers. Until she got the uncomfortable feeling that someone might be watching her, she slowly lifted her head to look at the scene around her.

Sure enough, across from her and down the hallway Isaac Lahey was leaning against another set of lockers glaring right at her. Once he realized he had her attention, he smirked. The smug look on his face making her skin crawl.

“That’s okay,” Y/n sighed irritated, “I think I have something to deal with anyway.” She narrowed her eyes at the beta, whispering the last part not to Allison but yet to him, she knew he would be listening.

“I’m not supposed to tell anyone.” Lydia held her head up high as Stiles angrily trailed behind her, annoyed.

“Come on,” he pushed her, “anyone who says ‘I’m not supposed to tell anyone’ is always dying to tell someone, so tell me!” He whispered exasperated.

Lydia tilted her head as if considering the offer, “why do you wanna know?”

“I can’t tell you that.” He sighed, hesitant.

Lydia furrowed her eyebrows skeptically, “Then I’m not telling you.”

“But you are telling me that you could tell me something if you wanted to tell me?” Stiles spilled out all in one breath… barely.

“Was that a question?” Lydia finally looked at him.

Stiles slowed his walking down to almost a stop, “it felt like a question.” he whispered to himself as he continued to follow behind the pretentious girl, gaining his speed back.

“Well- tell me if this feels like an answer,” Lydia’s tone sounding irritatingly high-pitch, “No.”

The strawberry blonde stormed off leaving Stiles behind watching her walk away.

“Lydia! Lydia, come on! Ly-wait! Ow! Ah, ah, hey, Erica.” He was caught off guard calling after Lydia being thrown into a wall by a psychotic blonde.

“Why are you asking about Jackson’s real parents?” Erica smirked as she forced her forearm harder against his neck.

Stiles was shook but even in his terrified state he was able to locate the camera in the corner directly behind Erica, his confidence gaining.

“Why are you bringing out the claws on camera?” His eyebrows wiggled, “That’s right. You wanna play Catwoman? I’ll be your Batman.”

Erica’s smirk fell and she dropped her arms back down to her sides, retracting her claws while Stiles fixed his hoodie.

“If you’re wondering about Jackson’s real parents, they’re about half a mile from here. In Beacon Hills Cemetery.”

“Do you know how they died?” Stiles asked ignoring Erica’s egotistical tone.

“Maybe,” she tilted her head and pursed her lips, “if you tell me why you’re so interested.”

“Um-” was the only word Stiles’ lips could form, he became nervous as she held his glare, knowing she could kick his ass at any second.

Observing his anxious and worried state, she was able to connect the dots.

“It’s him, isn’t it.” She smiled, chuckling.

“What? Who? Him who?” Stiles tried to play it cool, failing miserably.

“The test didn’t work, but it’s still him. It’s Jackson.” Erica whispered to herself, turning on her heel away from Stiles and storming down the hallway. Leaving him helpless.

However, as he watched her walk away he was able to return to his senses, taking off after her.

Y/n had lost sight of Isaac. She was following him through all the twists and turns her made through the hallways of the high school, but eventually she couldn’t keep up anymore.

Sighing, she decided to drop her need to find him for right now, considering it really wasn’t her most prioritized problem.

As if on cue, she felt her phone vibrate from her back pocket and she quickly retrieved the device to see that Scott was calling her.

“Hello?” Her voice traveled through the phone.

“Yeah hi, so Allison, Jackson, Stiles, Erica and I are going to detention.”

“Terrific!” She cheered sarcastically, “What exactly happened?”

She heard him sigh with embarrassment through the phone before answering, “I kinda, sorta… threw him against a locker.”

“So the restraining order is going well I see.”

Due to the silence that followed her snide comment, she could practically feel Scott rolling his eyes.

“Okay sorry, so what do you need me to like get you guys out or-”

“No, actually we need you to find Isaac.” Scott cut her off.

She reacted by slumping her shoulders and groaning loudly, “come on whyyy.”

“Look I don’t know how but Erica figured out that it’s Isaac. Please just make sure he doesn’t get to Derek.”

“Fine.” She conceded. Hanging up on her brother and begrudgingly spinning on her heel to continue her search for the cocky beta who had been throwing her head in a loop.

“Oh uh- we can’t be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools.” Jackson smirked proudly.

“All of these tools?” Mr. Harris asked for clarification.

“No just us tools.” Stiles motioned to him and Scott.

“Fine. You two, over there.” Harris pointed to a table opposite from Jackson.

After a while of sitting in detention. Allison at a table with Jackson and that kid Matt who surprisingly kept showing up places, Erica by herself, and Scott and Stiles far away.

All of the sudden Jackson started to feel a pounding in his head, his ears were ringing and his vision became blurry. He quickly removed himself from his seat and began to exit the library, Harris following behind him.

Once the door shut after being pushed open, Scott and Stiles shared a mischievous look with each other, before cascading out of their seats and dropping down at the same table as Erica.

“Stiles said you know how Jackson’s parents died.” Scott confronted her not wanting to waste anytime.

“Maybe.” She smirked.

“Talk.” Scott urged her forcefully.

Erica’s smirked dropped, placing her palms face down on the table she began to talk.

“It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he’ll be getting when he’s 18.”

“So not only is Jackson rich now, but he’s getting even richer at 18?” Stiles asked mockingly.

“Yep.” Erica confirmed, popping the ‘p’ dramatically.

“There’s something so deeply wrong with that.” Stiles whispered more to himself.

Y/n found herself inside the boys locker room. It was empty due to the fact that Scott and Jackson had pretty much broken every inch of it.

Her eyes followed along the cracks in the floor until they reached to the knocked down rows of lockers, falling next to the sink that was still consistently leaking water.

She thought maybe she could find Isaac here, but seeing as there was no one in here her theory was at a loss.

Frustrated she turned around to leave only to ran straight into someone standing right behind her, towering over her. And of course, it’s just so happened to be Isaac.

“Jesus Christ,” she whispered, shutting her eyes briefly before opening them again to look up at him.

“Looking for me?” He smirked down at her.

“Yes, not because I actually want to be around you though okay so don’t get any ideas Lahey.”

“Lahey? So we’re doing nicknames now?” He smiled down at her.

“No, no. WE are not doing anything. I’m just here to make sure you don’t know-” she trailed off not sure if Erica had actually told him her discoveries yet, “certain things.”

“Oh you mean like Jackson being the Kanima even though he passed the test?” The tall boy teased.

“That would be the certain thing yes.” She swung her arms down defeated.

“And you’ve come to politely ask me to convince Derek not to kill him.”

Y/n scrunched the features on her face sarcastically as if to suggest she was considering his words, “I’m not sure if politely is the word i would use but yeah let’s go with that.”

“Look Y/n, whatever Derek wants to do, he’s going to do and there’s nothing I can do to stop him.”

“God Isaac, you know- I felt sorry for you. I thought that you could be helped, that Derek was controlling you and forcing you to fight with him but I was wrong. You will willingly do whatever he asks you to do because you’re a coward. Instead of just making your own decisions and doing the right thing you just- you’re screwing everything up!” She threw her hands in the air frustratedly.

Both of them caught up in the anger of the moment hadn’t noticed that Scott and Stiles were now in their presence, Scott holding Erica in her arms as she was unconscious. However, when they heard the sound of y/n yelling they knew it was best not to interrupt the situation.

“I’m screwing everything up?” Isaac shot back pointing towards himself.

“Yeah you’re right, I would’ve done everything Derek asked me to do after he turned me at the beginning no questions asked. But ever since you showed up I’ve been lying to him when it comes to you, for some reason unknown to me I have this annoying tendency to make sure that you’re safe. So trust me I’m not the one screwing things up.” By the time he finished his breathing was heavy. He looked into Y/n’s wide eyes trying desperately to read what she was thinking but he couldn’t grasp it.

“Mmhm.” Scott cleared his throat causing both Y/n and Isaac to whip their heads in the direction of his voice.

“Isaac you need to take us to Derek,” Scott motioned down to Erica, “she needs help.”

Once they got inside the underground bunker Derek rushed Scott to lay Erica on the ground. Everyone else gathering around, Y/n catching Stiles’ eyes for a brief second before hurriedly looking away. She knew that when everything was over tonight she had a lot of explaining to do with Stiles and Scott.

“Hold her up.” Derek instructed Stiles, who began to sit on the ground and hold Erica’s body.

“Is she dying?” Stiles asked out of breathe, Y/n could tell her was concerned for her.

“She might,” Derek answered, “which is why this is gonna hurt.”

Derek clenched his teeth before breaking Erica’s arm, the sound of bone cracking sent shivers up Y/n’s spine.

“You broke her arm!” Stiles shouted.

“It’ll trigger the healing process.” Derek clarified.

Y/n watched as Stiles stroked the hair back that was sticking to Erica’s forehead. The action made her shift from foot to foot, uncomfortable. Unaware of his eyes on her, Isaac watched the effect that Stiles had on Y/n that he hadn’t noticed before.

“You know who it is.” Scott stated towards Derek who was recovering from saving Erica.

“Jackson.” He answered coldly.

“You just wanted Erica to confirm it, didn’t you? I’m gonna help you stop him. As part of your pack. If you want me in, fine. But we’ll do it on one condition. We’re gonna catch him, not kill him.”

Derek turned finally to meet Scott’s eyes, “And?” He urged Scott to continue, knowing the beta wasn’t finished.

“And we do it my way.”

Y/n was standing outside with her eyes closed under the night sky. Her head was pounding with the weight of everything going on in her current situation. She heard the door open from behind her, and she didn’t exactly know who she hoped it would be.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you today,” it was Isaac, “none of what I said is your fault, that’s all on me.”

“I just don’t get it.” She turned around to face him, confusion written all over the expression on her face.

“Why am I your anchor? The only time we’re ever actually near each other is to fight.”

“No every time we’re near each other you find a way to expose the truth about me.” With every word he spoke he took one step closer to her until he was standing right in front of her, eyes staring intensely into hers, except this time she didn’t take a step backwards.

“That’s because I think you can be saved. I think all three of you can.” She simply whispered.

“And I guess that’s just it too isn’t it Y/n, you’re not on anyone’s side. Not Derek’s, not Scott’s. You’re on your own side where you don’t want anyone to be fighting and I admire that about you.” His intense stare lightened into a gaze and she felt her heartbeat steady as a reaction.

“As much as I don’t want to fight, I have to. And I know that you think I can just simply choose not to but nothing is that simple in this town anymore.”
He laughed slightly.

“So whatever comes next I just hope afterwards I can convince you to forgive me.” His eyes were pleading with her, begging her to say something but she couldn’t. She was frozen and numb exactly where she was.

Knowing that he wasn’t going to get a reply, he did what he felt like he had to do to make her believe him. Without any warning Isaac cupped her face in both of his hands and roughly crashed his lips into hers.

She kept her eyes open at first from shook, but as his lips moved against hers it was like her mind and body wouldn’t let her do anything to stop him.

When they finally retreated from each other he kept his hands on the sides of her face and glared into her eyes, hoping maybe now she would say something.

And she did. “Why did you do that?” Her voice almost sounded angry.

“Why didn’t you stop me from doing it?” Y/n had no idea what to say, still processing what had happened. But instead of trying to figure it out, she turned on her heel and left Isaac standing where he was, returning to the door and rushing inside.

She immediately made her way over to Stiles, and he dropped everything when we noticed the distraught look in her eyes.

“Can you drive me home?” She asked desperately.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” He agreed quickly and put his hand on her lower back as he guided her out to where his jeep was parked.

They both got inside the car and were on the road within seconds.

“I don’t know what to do.” She whispered, not really sure when she said it if she wanted him to hear her.

He grabbed her hand before speaking, “look we’ll figure it out. If we can take down an alpha werewolf I think we can handle a teenage lizard.” He tried to get her to laugh, frowning himself when it didn’t work.

“I’m not talking about the supernatural right now.” She spoke a little louder now, catching his eyes, the eyes that still took her breath away every time she looked into them.

“You can talk to me Y/n.” Stiles reassured her.

“I’m Isaac’s anchor apparently.”

“What?” The jeep swerved a little on the road as he tried to grasp the information she fed him.

“Oh just wait it’s gets worse,” she sighed as he waited for her to continue, “he kissed me tonight, Stiles.”

Y/n appreciated not being as werewolf in this moment more than in any else, she knew that the sound of his heart breaking and beating ridiculously fast would crush her.

“Oh.” Was all he could muster.

“And Stiles i didn’t stop him.”

Silence was all that sat between them. For excruciatingly long, Y/n sat behind the boy that she’s cared for since she could remember that time that he held her hand when her very first dog died, they were 8 around the time. It has always been Stiles.

“It looks like you have a lot to think about then.” Stiles broke the silence.

“Stiles this isn’t fair to you, you’ve been waiting for me and now I’m making everything so much worse and I’m so sorry.” She let her head fall, not being able to convince herself to look at him as tears fell freely from his face.

“Y/n I forgive you.”

“Why?” She gasped as he squeezed her hand a little tighter.

“Because one of the reasons I lo- care about you so much is because you would never do anything to hurt anyone. You would gladly throw yourself into a fire to save the people you love. I said I would give you as much time as you needed and I stand by that. If at the end of that time, there’s someone else standing with you, I forgive you.”

He didn’t deserve this hurt and sadness she was setting on top of him. She slowly opened the door and stepped out of the car, not knowing what to say. Y/n’s hand stayed grasped upon the door as she turned around to look at him one last time, needing to say something before she let the door shut.

“Every word I’ve said to you this past year, every kiss, I meant all of it Stiles and wouldn’t take it back for anything.”

“Me either.” She shut the door and he drove off. Leaving her more confused than she’d ever been.

CS FF: Man Flu

Summary: It’s Killian and Emma’s first wedding anniversary, but Killian is sick and has no clue what day it is.  To make matters worse, he is driving Emma crazy as she takes care of him.

Rating: PG

Note: So many men are big babies when they get sick (apologies to any men who may be reading this), so I thought the same could be true for our former pirate.  This goes back and forth between Emma and Killian’s POV.  Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Man Flu: Part 1/1…

~Emma’s POV~

Today is our first wedding anniversary.  This first year of marriage to Killian has been the happiest of my life.  

Minus the last three days, that is.  When I said the vows in sickness and health, I never imagined this.  

I squeeze my eyes closed as the ringing once again fills my ears. Why did I give Killian that damn bell?!  He’s been ringing it incessantly for the last two days.  I thought it would be an improvement over him bellowing my name every five minutes, but I was sorely mistaken.  

Three days ago, Killian came down with a cold. The usual: scratchy throat, cough, runny/stuffy nose.  But you would have thought the man had contracted the plague.  He hasn’t left our bed and complains about every little symptom.  Here’s a man who has lost his hand, been hit by a car, been stabbed, nearly drowned, been tortured, and actually died.  I’m sure in his more than 200 years he’s endured even more than that.  But somehow the common cold brings him to his knees.  

There’s a name for this.  Man flu.  Basically, men act like babies when they become even slightly sick.  Apparently, my brave, strong, resilient pirate isn’t immune to such an affliction.  And now I must also suffer.

The bell rings again, followed by a pitiful moan of “Emma”.

“Coming,” I grumble, as I head up the stairs.

I find him in our bed, the comforter pulled up around his neck.  Tissues are strewn everywhere. His hair is sticking up in all directions and his nose is red.  His blue eyes are watery.

I come to stand before him, hands on my hips.  "You rang?“

"Love, do you think perhaps you could close the curtains?  I’m afraid the sunlight is hurting my sensitive eyes.”

I bite my lip, but nod.  "Sure.“

I walk over to the window and pull the curtains closed.

"Not quite that much.  I enjoy a bit of light.”

I feel my fists clench as I pull the curtains open a little, nearly pulling them off the rod with my vice-like grip.  

“Better?” I ask.

“Perfect,” he says, offering me a weak smile.  "Thank you.“

"Can I get you anything else before I go?” I ask.

“You’re leaving?” he croaks.  

I sigh. “Killian, I’ve been waiting on you for three days. I have a job, you know.  I’m surprised this town hasn’t been destroyed by monsters yet.”

“My apologies for being so much trouble,” he mumbles.

I roll my eyes.  I know what he’s doing and it won’t work.  

“Look, you have your cell phone right there.  If you need me, just call and I’ll be back in no time at all.”

“I don’t want to be a bother,” he mutters. “I’m sure I can fend for myself in my weakened state. After all, I’ve cared for myself most of my life.”

I roll my eyes again and walk over to him, placing a kiss on his lips against my better judgment.  I don’t really want to risk getting sick, but a kiss usually placates him for a bit.

“You’ll be fine.  I told you.  It’s just a cold.”

“I beg to differ.  I feel as if I am on my deathbed.  It must be scurvy.”

“For the thousandth time, it is not scurvy.”

“With all due respect, love, you aren’t a doctor.”

“True, but I do know how to google.”


“Look stuff up on the, as you would say, computer box.”

“Oh. Proceed.”

“And you have none of the symptoms of scurvy.  It’s also very rare in modern times, mostly occurring in poor countries due to malnutrition.  What you have is the common cold.”

“There’s hardly anything common about it.  I don’t see why I can’t be given some medicine to cure this infernal disease.”

“Because there’s no cure for the common cold, which, by the way, is not a disease.  You just have to ride it out.  You can relieve the symptoms like we have been doing with over-the-counter drugs, but there’s not much else you can do.”

“I suppose I’ll just suffer then.”

I wait for him to acknowledge our anniversary, but he’s so delirious from the meds and distracted by his constant whining, that I am pretty sure he doesn’t have any idea what day it is.  

I try to hide my disappointment, as I hook my thumb in the direction of the door.  "Ok, I’m going to go now.  Call me if you need me.“

"Goodbye, love,” he says as I exit the room.

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He had walked out for two seconds to go get the medicine from the bathroom to find her place on the living room couch vacated. He found her under her bed and waved his finger at her when she crawled out from under it with a guilty smile on her face. 


When he returned from the kitchen to find his son missing, he slowly set the medicine down on the coffee table. He looked around and saw his son’s feet under the side table next to the tv and then laughed loudly as he proclaimed he found him and then ran to hide himself. 

Being the big child he is, when his wife came home she found them still playing hide and seek and her son had not taken his medication yet. 


It was not hard for him to find his son. He had tried hiding under the kitchen table because of the long tablecloth but that was the first place Chen looked. His father gave him his medicine and made sure to watch that he drank it all and then smirked as he playfully pinched his cheek for trying to hide on him. 


When he came out of the bathroom with the cherry flavoured cough syrup and didn’t see his daughter he knew she had hidden herself. He could hear her small voice giggling and saw her little pink shoes sticking out from under the coffee table where she had hid. Kai pretended like he didn’t see her and marched around the room, grinning as he called her name like he couldn’t find her. 

Her giggling got louder as he circled around to where her shoulders were. He pulled her out from under the table gently and smiled at her as he hoisted her up high in the air before hugging her close to him and kissing her cheek. He set her down on the ground and ruffled her hair before he reached for the cough syrup. 

“Just two sips, I promise and then we can draw that picture for Eomma.” 


Kris had a busy day and his wife’s sister was going to be here any minute to let him go to practice. He jogged out of the bathroom carrying the cough syrup but didn’t see his son. He called his name a few times and then looked around absolutely appalled when he heard his son yell “I don’t have to take it if you can’t find me!” 


He had stepped away for a second to go into the cupboard and take out the medicine his son had to take daily. When he turned around, his on was missing he leaned forwards slightly as he took a closer look at the room. It was then that he noticed his son was hiding behind the curtain of the window because he could see his feet sticking out from underneath. 


His wife didn’t like to leave him alone with their girl because he could be a tad forgetful. He had insisted it was fine to go visit her mom and that he would make sure their daughter took her medicine to get over the nasty flu she had caught. When he brought the medicine out and went to look for her, he realised she was nowhere in sight. When he looked everywhere he could think to look, he realised his wife was going to kill him if he couldn’t find her. 

It was then that he heard the giggling and realised he had forgotten to check the closet in his room. 


His son was bad at hiding, or maybe Luhan just knew where to look. It had taken him exactly a minute and a half to walk to the mudroom, open the dryer, and see his son come tumbling out. Luhan nagged his son as he poured the cough syrup. “How many times have your mom and I told you not to climb in the dryer, do you have a death wish?” 


He had literally turned around for two seconds. That was it. Two. And when he turned back with the cough syrup, his daughter was gone. 

He frowned intensely, looked at his watch, and realised his wife would be home in fifteen minutes. He was supposed to give their daughter this medicine when she woke up. Naturally, he had forgotten. Now he had to race around the house looking for her before her mom got home so he could at least say that she had taken the cough syrup eventually


His daughter was predictable. She had run into her bedroom and hid herself behind the giant stuffed bear her dad had bought her when she was a baby. He found her quickly and smiled at her as he waved for her to come over to him. He sat down on the bed and poured the medicine she had to drink and when she came close he put it in her hands before leaning close to tell her a secret. 

“If you take the medicine now, we can go to the park later and get ice cream on our walk home.” 


His wife had warned him that their son had suddenly began to hate taking medicine when it had never been a problem before. She had told him all the places he had tried to hide before when she was in charge and Tao had checked every one of them to no avail. It was only when he heard his son laughing loudly as his confused expression that Tao found him crouched behind the TV stand with a smug smile on his face. 


He knew what his daughter was up to the moment he heard a muffled giggle when he turned to get the medicine. When he returned, she was gone. So, Xiumin decided to participate in the game and poured the correct measurement for her medicine and set it on the counter before going to look for her. 

He eventually found her hiding on the side of his bed that was closer to the wall and smiled at her when she pouted up at him. “Hey baby girl,” he said as he knelt down in front of her. “I found you, so I think it’s only fair that you come take the cough syrup.”

“Will you play hide and seek with me after?” she asked him as she pursed her lips. 

“Of course.” 

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The dark bedroom was suddenly violated by a beam of bright light from the bathroom. I groggily rolled over to see Erik stripping his clothes as he prepared to shower. The clock read 6:04 a.m. I grabbed the unused pillow lying next to me and tossed it towards him, shouting, “Can you shut the door? I’m sleeping. And don’t just throw your dirty clothes on the floor. There’s a hamper literally 2 feet from you.”

I heard him scoff. “You’ve been awake for less than 60 seconds and you’ve already found something to nag me about.”

I turned back around, away from the blinding light, and pulled the covers above my head. “Maybe I wouldn’t have to nag you if you would just listen the first time,” I mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. He slammed the door and I soon heard the sound of running water. Unfortunately, this had become our morning routine. With Erik having intense and frequent training and me working night shift, we rarely saw each other. And when we did, exhaustion and frustration reared its ugly head and we took everything out on each other. Unable to fall back asleep, I decided to have a cup of coffee and watch something on TV. Walking out of the bedroom, I picked up the clothes Erik had left on the floor this morning, as well as the ones that had been living on the floor for a week. I tossed them in the washer before walking into the kitchen.

Dishes, glasses, food, empty cartons and bottles cluttered the counters and island, even the stovetop. I took a deep sigh and rolled my eyes, just ignoring the mess for now. As poured my coffee into the last clean mug we had available, I heard Erik rustling around behind me.

“Have you seen my keys?” he asked.

“No, but I’m not surprised you can’t find them in this disaster,” I replied, eyeing the disorganized mess that invaded our apartment.

“Well,” he sneered, “you’re home today so why don’t you do something about it?” he suggested smartly.

I chuckled. “Suuuure,” I began sarcastically, “I mean it’s not like I worked 12 hours last night and only got an hour of sleep this morning.” I took a sip of my coffee and walked past him into the living room. I set the mug down and began looking for his keys, only because I wanted him to leave already. I snaked my hand in between the couch pillows and felt something unusual, but it wasn’t a set of keys. I carefully pulled out a black and white lacy bra from in between the cushions that was neither my style nor my size. Erik was oblivious until I loudly cleared my throat. He turned to look at me and his face went ghost white.

“This,” I whispered, twirling the dinky article of clothing in the air, “is not mine.” I glared at him, anger darkening my eyes.

“It’s not what you think,” he said and then gulped.

“Really?” I was louder now. “Because I can’t think of one reason that this would be in our house that doesn’t involve a naked girl.

“There was a stripper,” he said, speaking quickly. “You were working and the guys came over and it was stupid but we called a stripper and after they all left she got carried away but I told her I had a girlfriend and stopped her before anything happened.”

Lips quivering, I eyed him up and down. The boyfriend that I fell in love with didn’t look like the man standing before me today. “I don’t believe you,” I admitted. I dropped the bra and began shaking my head. “I don’t believe you,” I repeated.

“Well, it’s the truth. And I don’t have time to stand here and convince you. He grabbed the keys he had found and headed towards the door, “we’ll talk tonight,” he shouted before shutting the door. I stood there stunned for a few moments before swallowing back tears and taking action; I had had enough. I found a notepad and pen peeking out from under the disarray of papers on the end table. On it I wrote, I’m done. Goodbye.”I stuck it on the fridge where I knew Erik would see it, grabbed my keys and purse, and walked out.

A week had passed since I left and Erik’s incessant phone calls and text messages and emails had slowed down. The last voicemail was from two days ago.

“Y/N, I don’t know what to do anymore. Please just pick up the phone. I love you and I’m sorry,” he whimpered and then the line went dead.

“Still not talking to him?” my aunt asked, handing me a cup of tea. I shook my head and thanked her, I had always been her favorite niece and she was delighted when I came to stay with her until she found out why. “Do you really think he cheated on you, darling?” I exhaled strongly and shrugged.

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything,” I grumbled, shrugging my shoulders.

“But you miss him,” he said, eyebrows raised. I frowned and nodded; she was right. I did miss him, but I didn’t miss the life we had been living for the past month or so. “Well,” she chirped, “I’m going to go into town and pick up that chocolate cake you like, wouldn’t that be nice?” She had a big smile spread across her face that I couldn’t help but mirror. I nodded emphatically, amused that she still treated me like I was 8 years old.

When she left, I went into the guest bedroom and flipped on the TV. Of course, there was a game on today and for whatever reason, I wanted to watch. I saw Erik jog across the screen and my heart fluttered. What am I doing? I thought. I love him I miss him what am I doing? My thoughts were interrupted by a fiery play and a loud whistle from the official. My eyes grew wide as I saw Erik, face down, laying on the pitch. The medical team came out from the sidelines and he was carried away on a stretcher, grimacing. Without thinking, I jumped up from the bed and grabbed my keys.

I knew they would take him to the biggest hospital in the city, the one where we met for the first time when I was working and he came in with a black eye. My co-workers were anticipating my arrival and directed me straight towards Erik’s room. I walked over and stood outside the door for a second, suddenly realizing that he may not want to see me. I stifled my nerves and knocked, not bothering to wait for a reply before opening the door. “Erik?” I whispered.

His eyes lit up at the sight of me, a smile stretching his cheeks widely. “Y/N? I didn’t think you would…how did you know?” he spoke flustered.

“I-I was watching the game,” I stuttered awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. “Are you ok?” I asked, glancing at his wrapped up ankle and knee.

“yeah, yeah,” he whispered, still staring at me. “I missed you.”

I nodded, tears welling in my eyes, “I missed you too.”

“Why did you just leave like that?” he asked, looking anywhere but at me.

“I don’t—I thought it was what I wanted. I thought you cheated. I thought we really were done,” I whimpered.

“But?” he questioned expectantly.

“But I love you,” I shrugged. “I love you and I miss you and I want us to go back to being us.” I began sobbing. He beckoned me over and I sat next to him on the hospital bed.

“I love you too,” he whispered, cupping my face. “And I’m sorry. But you know I’d never cheat on you, don’t you? Never. I don’t want anyone else.” I nodded, swallowing my sobs. “We’ll go back to being us, as long as we are together, we’ll be fine.” I nodded once more before burying my face in his chest and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Shh,” he cooed, “I promise I’ll stop leaving my clothes lying around.” I laughed and lifted my head to face him.

“I’ll stop nagging,” I grumbled frowning, causing him to laugh.

“See,” he said, “we’re better already.”