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thecrazyalaskanBonnie knew Devon was stubborn, prideful person, the kind of person who would stand by his post like the band on the Titanic. But she never expected him to blow off "just a headcold" that was really more of a flu, not to the degree that he'd end up making himself this sick—for paperwork that wasn’t due to the board of directors until the end of the month!
Not that she didn't chastise him on the drive back to his house—the typical motherly lecture, "You're going to work yourself into an early grave," and so on. Admittedly, the fact that his girlfriend was giving him a Grade A mother's lecture amused Devon immensely, and he said as much.
Bonnie had to admit it was kind of funny, but only after she got him into his house, pajamas and bed to rest. After a minor verbal scuffle to get him to lie down and stay there, she stepped out of the bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.
Now what? She had no plans of leaving, not just yet. She would have found a way to make herself vaguely useful, but there were two problems with that—she had never been much for domesticity, and Devon kept an already neat house.
God, not even dishes in the sink. There was, however, a tea kettle and a small china jar she knew contained loose tea leaves. Hmm… What the hell? He knew how to make her coffee; why shouldn’t she learn how to make his tea?
* * *
It took him being in bed, close to comfortable and sleeping, to realize how poorly he'd felt. A few times he'd woken up, only to shift slightly and fall back asleep. Now he was awake for good—and possibly for good reason, in his mind at least. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a mug of tea sitting on the nightstand.
Unless he had started brewing tea in his sleep, Devon appreciated Bonnie's thoughtfulness.
-.-.-.-
Title: Real World Application
Author: TheCrazyAlaskan
Fandom / Setting: Classic Knight Rider
Characters / Pairings: Devon x Bonnie
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance, Hurt / Comfort
Word Count: 333
Warnings / Notes: Sick fic, fluff
Prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
locoexclaimer: Title prompt: "Real World Application"
Summary: One of the sweetest things one can do is something with which they are not familiar for their loved one.
I'm such a sucker for sick!fic it's surreal. x3
This was almost a Bulkhead x Miko fic, but Devon and Bonnie kinda made me write this. As much as Devon and Bonnie can tie me to a chair and hold a gun to my head to make me write them fic. >_>
Admittedly, I have a hard time picturing Devon working himself that sick. I do see him being a stubborn ass about going home sick, though.
And I know nothing about making tea that isn't in the bag on the string! \o/
If the ending seems rushed, I was trying to finish before work started. Sorry.
Because we all need a little Devon x Bonnie fluff in our lives. You're welcome. No applause, just throw money.
Devon, Bonnie, Knight Rider © Glen A Larson
Not that she didn't chastise him on the drive back to his house—the typical motherly lecture, "You're going to work yourself into an early grave," and so on. Admittedly, the fact that his girlfriend was giving him a Grade A mother's lecture amused Devon immensely, and he said as much.
Bonnie had to admit it was kind of funny, but only after she got him into his house, pajamas and bed to rest. After a minor verbal scuffle to get him to lie down and stay there, she stepped out of the bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.
Now what? She had no plans of leaving, not just yet. She would have found a way to make herself vaguely useful, but there were two problems with that—she had never been much for domesticity, and Devon kept an already neat house.
God, not even dishes in the sink. There was, however, a tea kettle and a small china jar she knew contained loose tea leaves. Hmm… What the hell? He knew how to make her coffee; why shouldn’t she learn how to make his tea?
* * *
It took him being in bed, close to comfortable and sleeping, to realize how poorly he'd felt. A few times he'd woken up, only to shift slightly and fall back asleep. Now he was awake for good—and possibly for good reason, in his mind at least. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a mug of tea sitting on the nightstand.
Unless he had started brewing tea in his sleep, Devon appreciated Bonnie's thoughtfulness.
-.-.-.-
Title: Real World Application
Author: TheCrazyAlaskan
Fandom / Setting: Classic Knight Rider
Characters / Pairings: Devon x Bonnie
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance, Hurt / Comfort
Word Count: 333
Warnings / Notes: Sick fic, fluff
Prompt from
locoexclaimer: Title prompt: "Real World Application"Summary: One of the sweetest things one can do is something with which they are not familiar for their loved one.
I'm such a sucker for sick!fic it's surreal. x3
This was almost a Bulkhead x Miko fic, but Devon and Bonnie kinda made me write this. As much as Devon and Bonnie can tie me to a chair and hold a gun to my head to make me write them fic. >_>
Admittedly, I have a hard time picturing Devon working himself that sick. I do see him being a stubborn ass about going home sick, though.
And I know nothing about making tea that isn't in the bag on the string! \o/
If the ending seems rushed, I was trying to finish before work started. Sorry.
Because we all need a little Devon x Bonnie fluff in our lives. You're welcome. No applause, just throw money.
Devon, Bonnie, Knight Rider © Glen A Larson
