JackCrutchie Oneshots

Tonsils: Part 2

A/N: I promise you that one day my actual stories will be updated but I'm really on a one-shot kick !

"Don't you dare, Higgins!" Jack laughed loudly and gave Crutchie a kiss before chasing after him.

"You gotta catch me, Kelly!" Racetrack taunted, running downstairs, cackling.

Jack followed him, nearly tripping down the stairs before catching himself. "If I would've fallen, you would've paid for my hospital bill!" He continued to chase Racetrack around the very confused group of boys in Crutchie's living room.

"A hospital bill? Geez, you fall down two steps of stairs and think you'll die from that?" Racetrack continued to taunt, stepping over the couch.

"Hey!" Henry rolled his eyes when Racetrack nearly stepped on him. "Watch it!"

"What has gotten into you two?" David Jacobs stood up, looking over to Spot, who had calmly walked down the stairs behind Jack and Racetrack. "We leave you to go tell Crutchie we're here to visit and it's a madhouse in less than five minutes!"

Finch tilted his head, confused, watching as Jack and Racetrack continued to tease each other; they ignored David. "Where is Crutchie anyways?"

"I'm right here, just a second!" Crutchie meekly spoke and made his way slowly down the stairs. Romeo wanted to question why Crutchie had his room upstairs but decided that it could possibly offend him, and ultimately kept his mouth shut.

Jack stopped the moment he heard Crutchie speak, shaking his head. "Baby, you're not supposed to talk!" He ran over to Crutchie and grabbed his hand, leading him to the couch, next to Henry. "And you shouldn't be standing up right now, you need to be resting."

Racetrack smugly crossed his arms, standing next to Spot. "What are you, his mother?"

Jack scowled, rolling his eyes and grabbing a  pillow from the couch to throw it at Racetrack's face. "Shut it, will ya?"

The group laughed as the pillow hit Racetrack in the face. Racetrack asked why Spot hadn't defended him, only to receive a dejected sigh and a half-hearted threat to Jack.

"Hey, don't ya care he hit me in the face?" Racetrack pouted, holding onto the pillow.

"Of course I do, babe, but if I try to hit him back, I could hit Crutchie by accident." Spot shrugged, wrapping an arm around Racetrack protectively. "Then Jack would hit me."

"W-Why are-?" Crutchie croaked out, getting a worried glare from Jack, who kissed his forehead and gave him a pleading look. Crutchie sighed, deciding to try harder not to talk. He turned to Spot and sighed, asking him why they were there.

Everyone stared at Spot, confused as to why he knew what Crutchie was saying.

"Where did ya learn all that?" Racetrack's eyes were wide, surprised. "I didn't know you could talk with your hands like that."

Spot chuckled, rolling his eyes as if to say 'it's no big deal.' "Sign language? Learned it back in the day caring for a few kids in Brooklyn." He shrugged, "He just asked what we're all doing here."

"Well, we wanted to come visit you, of course!" David explained, "We thought, maybe, you'd like to have a movie night with all of us. Popcorn, drinks, pizza-" He reddened, biting his lip. "I just realized you can't eat any of that-"

Crutchie put up his hands, shaking his head. "It's okay!" He turned, signing to Spot.

"Jack brought him some food and his mom has stuff for him already." Spot grinned when he saw Racetrack was looking up at him in astonishment.