Teen Wolf One Shots

Stiles Is Sick (Stackson)(fluff)(angst)

A/N: I see all these fics where Stiles takes care of Jackson when he is sick but never one where Jackson takes care of Stiles. So I'm writing one. Scott was supposed to be watching stiles because he was sick but Derek needed him and the rest of the pack on border patrol and Jackson got stuck watching him because Derek doesn't like Jackson that much and doesn't think of him as pack and someone needs to watch stiles, so that's how he got in this situation. Stiles is hurting in more than one way and Jackson helps.

Warnings. Angst.

POV: Jackson.

"You want me to what!?" I shouted at Scott a bit overdramatically.

"You heard me drama queen, Derek wants all of us on border patrol and I need someone to watch Stiles," he told me and I reluctantly followed him into the Stilinski house.

"Why couldn't Lydia or Allison watch him?" I asked as we walked upstairs.

"Allison is with Lydia on a girl's day, or whatever they were being so happy about this morning," he told me as we entered Stiles' room "hey Stiles wake up buddy, " Scott said softly as he shook his shoulder lightly.

"Mmhmm" Stiles mumbled rolling over before opening his eyes and stretching a bit as he sat up blinking once he saw me.

"I have to go, Derek needs the whole pack today so Jackson is gonna watch you until I get back alright?" He told him in a questioning tone.

Stiles made a frustrated noise as he threw his blanket off himself and rolled out of bed, his hair sticking up in every direction and his face as red as a tomato, the flush running down his chest, I could smell the sicknesses rolling off him as he shakily walked towards the bathroom.

"Whatever Scott, just go on and leave me here with the ex-reptilian, what a kind thing of you to do," he said trying to sound sarcastic but failing as it came out a congested mumble which could get annoying. He came back out of the bathroom not wearing his P.J bottoms like he was when he got out of bed.

"Good luck man, " Scott said and turned to leave "if either of you gets hungry you know where the kitchen is," he told us as he reached the door, I hear his bike start up and he drives off.

"So what is it you have, a cold, the flu, a plague?" I asked as I sat in his desk chair.

"It's just a cold," he said sitting on the edge of his bed "I'm fine really I don't see why Scott thinks I need to watched," he told me through a mumble, grabbing his blanket and wrapping himself in it.

"If it is just a cold shouldn't you be wearing more clothes and not just your superman boxers," I said with a grin and he turned redder if it was even possible.

"I got hot okay, Scott had me bundled up in like three comforters, and now I'm cold and its difficult to breathe," he said sounding on the verge of crying but that was probably just the congestion.

"Well do you want anything, I guess since I have to take care of you, " I told him and he gave me a look that resembled one of a cat that had been dropped in a bucket of water.

"What do you mean by that, " he said fussily, glaring at me and pulling his blanket tighter around him.

"I saw how you got up, you can barely walk " I told him standing and walking over to him moving his blankets and putting him against the head of the bed and tucking the blankets around him "now don't move brat I'm going to get you a drink and some crackers" I told him and went for the door.

"Get me ginger ale, not 7 up," he told me as I shut the door and I heard him mumble 'freaking grouch'.

"You're not any better princess!" I shouted back to him as I got to the last step.