Fyolai Oneshots

Fyodor's Immune System Strikes Again

Nikolai P.O.V

I skip down the hallway towards the main room to find Fyodor. We don't have any work that needs our immediate attention today (I say this because Fyodor says there's always work to be done) but I haven't seen Fyodor since I woke up and went to go bird watching and bother the Armed detective agency.

He's probably working, I really wish he would rest some.

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Not much to my surprise Fyodor is sitting at one of the tables on his laptop. Just seeing him puts a smile on my face and I hurry over to him.

He doesn't look up. I frown. A few seconds later, still nothing.

I wave my hand in his face, He blinks slowly.

"Dance with me, Fedya!" I say twirling again.

He gives the faintest of smiles, and shakes his head gently, "Kolya, I really shouldn't be standing right now."

I pout. "Oh, Fedya, ever the workaholic! You can take a break for a few minutes. Your work won't grow legs and run away." His expression changes, I can see he wants to indulge me, so why doesn't he?

His frown deepens. "No-" I cut him off before he can protest about not falling behind.

"Wheee!!!" I giggle as we spin together.

Suddenly Fyodor feels heavier. He groans, "Niko . . . . ." My name is on his lips but the sound disappears and he crumples in my arms. My heart stops, what's happened to him?!

Before I can start screaming he blinks his eyes open and relief restarts my heart, lifting the heavy feeling from my stomach. Of course, he fainted. This happens fairly frequently. I should be calm, and yet he looks so fragile and sickly. I take a deep breath, a scream still rising in my throat.

"Fyodor!" Frantic, I place my hand over my lover's forehead. He's warm. "You're burning up!"

"Do calm down Kolya. I am fine." He says it casually as if he hadn't just collapsed in my arms.

"You fainted!" I urge him to see the severity of the situation.

"Yes, I did." he confirms, still sounding like this is hardly an unusual occurrence.

"You have a temperature." I plead still hoping to impart upon him the seriousness of this situation.

"Yes, I am aware. And worry not, I am not contagious either." He sounds like he's reassuring me. It's frustrating how he doesn't see the danger of him just fainting out of nowhere.

I don't understand. If he's not ill then why does he have a fever? "Well, then what–"

He shakes his head again, "My body is weak, for reasons unknown even to me, I run low-grade temperatures occasionally. I am not ill but these 'fevers' increase my already plentiful dizziness, and affect my spatial awareness. They also tend to leave me fatigued." He explains his condition gently, leaning into me for support. I feel immediately guilty. He was suffering and I was too preoccupied to see it.

"Oh, Fedya, I'm sorry."

He smiles, it isn't a big smile but it's for real this time. "It's alright, you did not know. Now if you could please help me sit down again."

I'm smiling again. "I'll do better for my Fedya." I say picking up the ravenette, "Let's go home. You can sleep, I'll be right there."

He nods and closes his eyes snuggling closer to me, I tighten my hold on him and begin walking back to our room. Fyodor is already asleep.