DC Headcanon's 6: Sparkle Sparkle!

Move Your Tools

A/N: I've been....thinking about this idea for awhile...

I'll delete if no good I promise but......trans Kentucky

Kentucky raced into his room and slammed the door, panting hard.

Fuck.

Double fuck.

He dove towards his closet, throwing open the door and digging through his and Georgia's shared personal items. He had to have one, he just had to. He didn't run out the last time, he had to have at least one to get him through today, at least until he ran to the store.

Kentucky's hand fell on a plastic wrapping and he instantly ripped it out of the pile, feeling revealed when his relief turned to horror.

Empty.

Completely empty.

"FUCK." Kentucky yelled, tossing the wrapping back in the closet. He fell back on his ankles, completely lost over what to do. He thought about stuffing a bunch of toilet paper in his pants, after changing out of the ruined ones of course, then running to the store, but the thought of how foolish he'd look immediately discouraged him. Kentucky shakily reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone, hammering out a text to his Geo.

Tucky: Geo. Emergency.

Geo: What's wrong?

Tucky: I'm....I'm on and I'm out....

Geo: Fuck baby how long?

Tucky: A-At least since I finished on Texas's car....fucking Oklahoma bastard pointed out that my pants were stained.

Geo: I'm still in a meeting with Kemp but I'll be there in.....shit....can you last thirty minutes?

Kentucky shut his eyes tight and looked at the closed door in his room, he could probably last that long as long as another southern state didn't come bursting through demanding some bourbon, or if IDC or DC didn't call. It would have to do. Kentucky swallowed hard and shot back another message.

Tucky: That'll be fine

And then the stomach pains started.

Kentucky usually didn't get bad ones but every so often, he was stuck in bed with Georgia at his side, praying to God that the pain meds he'd taken would work. Unfortunately for him, with the situation he currently found himself in, he couldn't wander into the kitchen to look for some pain medicine, since the pain was so great he couldn't even change out of his clothes. All he could do was lay on the floor by his bed, resting his head on the mattress praying, begging God to end his suffering.

The southern state took his phone and whimpered when he saw he still had ten minutes before Georgia got out of his meeting. Realistically he could ask DC, but he didn't want to disturb his boy who was working on important vaccine development, and IDC was all the way in Washington. He had to suffer alone, hoping his pants weren't too ruined, and hoping Georgia would be quick.

A knock came at the door.

"KENTUCKY." A harsh voice yelled and Kentucky groaned. "Move your tools! I need to get out of here!"

"G-Go away Virginia!" Kentucky yelled, hoping he masked the pain in his voice.

"It's your tools, you should move 'em!" Virginia yelled.

"Give me ten minutes!" Kentucky begged, beads of sweat on his forehead. The door knob jiggled.

"The hell are you doin' in there? Georgia's not home, you can't be bangin' him." Virginia pointed out and Kentucky groaned.

"Virginia I'm......it hurts....." Kentucky whined. Silence came from the other side of the door, and Kentucky hoped that meant Virginia went away.

"Are you on?" Virginia asked and Kentucky groaned, he really didn't want to deal with his cousin's comments right now.

"Y-Yes....Georgia will be home soon....just.....be patient...." Kentucky whined.

"You out of products or something?" Virginia asked. He was met with a low whine, taking that as a yes, and Kentucky heard his footsteps go off in the opposite direction, towards the living room. Kentucky breathed a sigh of relief and checked his phone again, five minutes. He just had to last five minutes. As he put his head down on the mattress again his door opened a crack, and two small packages were thrown at his head.

"WHAT THE HELL?" Kentucky yelled before noticing the two pads resting by his head.

"Just hurry up and move your tools!" Virginia yelled from the other side of the door. Kentucky bit his lip and picked up one of the pads before looking back at the door. He wanted to thank his cousin, but also wanted pain medicine and a clean pair of pants. He'd thank him later.

"So ya see, he's going to take the ball to center court and try to shoot from there while his team beats down the defense..." Kentucky explained later that day to DC sitting in the living room watching a basketball game. He had on a clean pair of pants and his pain was now subdued, freeing him to spend time with the others and his son.

"I'm going to pretend I'm understanding everything you're telling me." DC muttered, making Kentucky snicker as the front door opened.

"Tucky." Georgia gasped with surprise, switching the bag to his other hand out of sight from DC and kissing his boyfriend on the head. "You doin' okay?"

"Better now." Kentucky said with a smile, rubbing Georgia's nose with his own.

"Did peaches help you?" Georgia whispered, gesturing towards DC who was trying to pay attention to the game in front of him.

"Virginia did." Kentucky announced watching Georgia's mouth drop.

"VIRGINIA?"

"Shhhh!" Kentucky ordered making sure DC didn't hear his boyfriend before turning back. "I think he just wanted me to move his tools."

"And he didn't say anything to you? Nothing....bad or..."

"Baby, he didn't." Kentucky whispered taking Georgia's hand. "I promise." Georgia looked at his boyfriend and sighed, kissing him again.

"Okay...I believe you." Georgia said. He kissed Kentucky's head again before heading to the room, possibly to store the items he just bought. Kentucky sighed and snuggled back into the couch, looking at his son who was trying to make sense of the things on the screen. He still couldn't wrap his head around it, usually Virginia (alongside some of the other southern states) would make fun of him until he punched some sense into him, but his cousin showed that the small, kind kid he grew up with was still in there somewhere.

Or maybe he really wanted him to move his tools.