Deucalion Family One-Shots

Sick Day - ACHOO!

"ACHOO!"

Morrigan handed Jupiter another tissue and frustratedly threw away the second box of that morning. Jack dragged himself in with an armful of tissue boxes, chin resting on the topmost one.

"Hopefully this is enough," he groaned as he dumped them at Jupiter's feet.

"Hopefully. Is Martha getting the chicken soup?" Morrigan inquired.

"Think so. Why is he even sick?"

"It was raining and he simply decided to dance in it."

"And you let him?"

Jupiter turned himself around to look at them. Morrigan thought he was mad at them for talking so loudly, but he merely squinted at them.

"Good morning," he stated weakly.

Not a good morning at all, Jack thought drolly to himself, I would rather do literally anything else than sit here with a fully-grown man with the sniffles whilst a child hands him tissues.

"Is the soup ready? I'm hungry," he whined.

Jack, again, thought to himself. He's acting like a sick child and whilst she, he glanced at Morrigan, is acting like his mother.

Just as he was digging deep in his thoughts, the door was swung open. Jupiter sat up slightly whilst Morrigan and Jack nearly jumped out of their skins.

"Apologies for the wait. Feeling better, Jove?" It was Martha, holding a bowl of mouth-watering chicken soup. She closed the door with her right foot before setting the bowl down beside Jupiter's left arm. A slight breeze that seemingly appeared out of nowhere carried the scent around to each of their noses, each receiving a generous whiff.

"Mm delicious," Morrigan murmured, dreamily.

"Guys, you're taking all the smell away," Jupiter croaked in an annoyed tone of voice.

"The...what?" Martha replied, glanced at him, slightly shocked. She was handing napkins to Morrigan but stopped dead in her tracks at this insane statement.

"The smell, it gives the soup part of its taste. It's like the five senses, each having a fifth, so, for example, if you keep looking at it..." Jupiter rambled on, mumbling and fumbling to gather his muddled thoughts like his brain was a jigsaw puzzle.

"I think I should leave," Martha announced, over Jupiter, now explaining how you can lose the taste of soup by feeling it.

"Yeah, you probably should" Jack replied, then muttered, "while you still can."

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" he grinned. Martha backed towards the door cautiously, keeping an eye on the still-rambling mad ginger. Once she turned and left, she bolted.

"Wish I could've done that whilst I still could," Jack grumbled. Morrigan sighed. She began to spoon-feed Jupiter who denied access to the 'choo-choo' train that now carried 4/5 of its taste (thanks to them robbing all the smell, as he put it). Jack began to open one of the tissue boxes but his eyes soon began to follow the spoon from the bowl to Jupiter's mouth.

Really, I could be having the time of my life, OUTSIDE of this teensy little room I like to call hell.

After finishing the soup and putting the spoon back in the bowl, Morrigan noticed a tickling feeling on her leg and glanced down, cautiously and gasped at the sight. She screamed and looked at Jack, dead in the eye. He rose apprehensively to peer at where she was looking.

"Frank!? What are YOU doing underneath the bed?" Morrigan cried out, shocked, clutching the side of the bed in a futile attempt to regain her composure. Jack was forced to muffle a fit of giggles rising his throat thanks to her glare.

"Frank...?" Jupiter turned to look where Frank lay on the floor. He was laying on his back half of his body lying underneath the bed. He was robbing tissues from a tissue box near his head, that looked vaguely familiar to Jack. He glanced back to where he sat and sure enough, he was using the tissues from the tissue box that he just opened. How had he stolen them from him?

"Hey, Jupiter? How are ya feeling?" Frank ignored Morrigan's question and turned his attention to Jupiter.

"Oh yeah he's having a jolly day," Jack mumbled sarcastically. He was surprised when Frank heard him.

"Well yeah but-"

"Frank, please tell me what YOU'RE DOING DOWN THERE!" Morrigan cried out, cutting him off. "Also, WHY IN THE WORLD DO YOU HAVE A SACK OF TISSUES DOWN THERE?"

"I was dry cleaning them."

"Dry cleaning?" Morrigan and Jack said simultaneously. They turned to look at each other before turning their attention back to Frank.

"Yeah, to get rid of germs."

Morrigan's brow wrinkled, "but there are no ger-"

"Aren't there?" he stopped to let that sink in and turned back to Jupiter, "so, how you are you? After I told you to show me the moves in the rain, you- what?" he cut himself off abruptly, glancing around at the glaring faces of Jack and Morrigan.

"So it was you!" Morrigan stood up, exasperated.

"It's your fault I'm stuck here?" Jack followed in her footsteps, but Morrigan's glare made him quickly add, "that we're stuck here looking after Uncle Jove."

"You could say that or...you could say- nope I did that, but I felt bad and decided to dry clean some tissues for him, see look," he reached underneath the bed where he produced a maroon sack with tissues. "Some clean ones. WITHOUT germs."

Jack grabbed the sack and handed it to Morrigan, who examined the crumbling mountain of tissues falling around them.

"Anyways just...you know... carry on," Frank waved his hand absently, picking himself up from the floor. "Just wanted to make the delivery," he waved towards the sack and walked towards the door. He opened it and turned around to face them. "Ciao!" he bolted, just as the young maid had and how Jack wished he was able to.

"Seriously? I'm stuck in here because he decided to tell Jupiter to show him the moves in rain?" Jack spat out with sickening venom. He adjusted his eyepatch and retrieved the tissue box, dropping them near Jupiter's arm. "Honestly, I'm quite sick-"

"You're sick?" Jupiter scoffed. He was silent throughout most of the conversation and the two of them jumped at the sound of his voice. There was silence...until...

"Yeah! I AM sick, as a matter of fact," he replied grumpily to his uncle.

Morrigan coughed. "Guys, please calm down let's talk about this," Morrigan cried out. She sniffed when she looked at the two of them. She was ignored.

"We are talking!" Jack commented, annoyed. "And also I am calm, I can kill this conversation with one single soun-"

"ACHOO!"

The conversation was, sure enough, killed. But not because of Jack, but because Morrigan sneezed. And because of that, Jupiter handed her a tissue then threw the last tissue box with the rest of the pile.

"Like that?" she replied, unsurely, blowing her nose.

"Like that." Jack got up to get a fresh batch of tissue boxes.

By xcubbiexx 

A/N: Eeek! Apologies for not writing many one-shots. Let's just say...I'd had this idea for a while now and it was left in peace for months. I haven't really been motivated, but I continued to carry on because of the continuous support of this book. I know, it's been a while since 1k, but I'd like to take a moment to thank each person for taking the time to comment and give feedback to each once-shot posted. Thanks for the votes and the follows AND the kind words each of you give to us, trust me, it really helps give us the motivation to continue writing with SO MANY people reading this. To continue building on the 'Deucalion Family One-Shots' family, I'd encourage our fellow readers and followers to comment on some one-shot ideas. All are welcome because, well, we are running now out of ideas (oof). I have nothing more to say except, keep reading and keep supporting. See you in the next chapter! (or as Frank said, ciao!)