A gift for @infernal-violinist, created by @jocelyncade!
Title: Chamomile
Summary: Angus McDonald was hard at work last night during a stakeout, but unfortunately, fate doesn’t seem to want to let him get his paperwork done the next day. Tag: Angus McDonald, Sick Fic, Taakitz as Ango’s Dads, Auntie Lup and Uncle Barry, Blupjeans, Taakitz
The rain buffeted heavily on the windshields around Angus, tucked betwixt the parked cars as he was.
The sound was almost deafening, but he could still make out the gruff voices of the two men mere meters from his hiding place.
“We’ll gather ‘t all up and meet 5 miles south of Refuge, got it?”
“Yes Boss.”
Their brows slick with water, Angus was confident he wouldn’t be spotted, between the frequent wiping, and blinking, and not looking for a small eleven year old boy behind a car.
He pulled out a notebook, shielding it the best he could from the inclement weather, and taking as many notes as he could. Shorthand - disguised as schoolwork, no one would look at a child’s math homework and expect it to be a code hiding the plans for these despicable men.
Angus eyed the warehouse behind them. Could he make it inside? Surely they were hiding some choice evidence in there. Just maybe…
He waited. And waited, until a little past 2AM, for the guard to switch out. The new one, jumpy, angry at the pouring rain, didn’t think twice about scaring off what must have been a raccoon fight, and definitely not a well-placed minor illusion in the alleyway. Best to scare them away, right sir? Can’t have them be attracting any attention.
Angus creeped, quiet as a mouse, channeling every roguish tip Mrs. Carey had thought to teach him, as he approached the heavy door.
“Damn…” He swore under his breath. Locked.
Looking around to ensure the guard wasn’t on his way, he quickly step up another illusion, this one louder and longer. A car crash would be perfect, just the sound of one - to cover up the sound of a quick cast of Knock.
The screeching of tires and crashing of metal and fibreglass echoed loudly over the comparably quiet CLACK of the spell, and the latch let him inside easily.
Shutting the door behind him, and reaching up to lock the door behind him, (if it was unlocked they’d become suspicious, after all) he quickly took cover behind some unfortunately damp crates. The roof, tattered and worn, was no protection from the elements, even inside. A light rainfall splattered atop his cap, and his clothes getting somehow even damper than before.
A short patrol passed him right after he hid, perfect timing. He studied their movements.
To be frank, Angus wasn’t sure what they were doing, just that they were moving very large trucks in and out and a warehouse that didn’t belong to them. But reports didn’t show an increase of drugs, or any kind of weapon or contraband in the area. Quite the opposite, actually. There was less on the streets than was to be expected, even with the increased levels of social services in the city. It was strange, to say the least. Though, who better to be on a strange case, than a strange little boy?
He watched the patrol pattern once more. They seemed to ignore the small boxes. Examining the one he hid behind right now, he could conclude that they seemed to be empty.
What were they guarding??
A rustle from beside him startled him. A large crate, larger than himself was the only thing to his right.
No..? Angus tiptoed over, shining a flashlight into the holes in the crate and-
A soft whispering into his Stone of Farspeech, quiet as he could possibly be without alerting the patrol.
Within minutes, he was on the tail side of a raid.
No one expected fireballs from behind when the militia came at them from the front.
No sooner than they had arrived, had they suppressed the gang of thugs.
Angus pried the lid off his previously examined crate, reaching inside, and helping a tall dryad stand up from her crouched position.
Achoo!
“Gesundheit, kid.” Said a lilting voice by his bedside, holding out a tissue.
“Thanks Auntie Lup.” Angus said gratefully, blowing his nose as hard as he could, leaving him dizzy, with spots in his vision.
“Oogh.” He groaned, his head spinning.
Lup placed the back of her hand against his forehead, frowning.
“Still running a fever… At least it’s not as bad as last night, Taako was full on freakin’.”
Angus didn’t say anything to that. It was his fault he got sick, he didn’t take care of himself after his late night stakeout for the case.
Why should they be worried when he made this mistake himself.
“It’s ok, I feel much better already, I’m sure this will pass soon enough.”
“At least you’re on Candlenights Vacation. Knowing you, you’d be freaking out for missing class, nerd.”
“I’m still missing my tutoring sessions.”
“You need a tutor?! I guess you aren’t such a giant nerd after all.”
Angus raised his eyebrow, giving her a pointed look.
“Obviously you’re the tutor, kid.” She laughed, ruffling his hair. “I’ll grab you some lunch. Any requests?”
“Something warm.”
“Vague as hell, Angus, thanks so much.” She winked, closing the door gently behind her.
Angus slumped back into his absolute mountain of pillows. A half dozen was far too many for a little boy, but at times like these, when he felt particularly ‘bleh’, he was grateful for the comfort.
He felt much worse than he let on. There was no point in getting fussed over - after all, Auntie Lup, Uncle Barry and Kravitz were incredibly busy, and Taako… Taako does what he wants, so it was hard for Angus to gauge how ‘busy’ he was at any given moment. But he knew that Taako had better things to do than worry. Like Magic Day. Just because he was sick didn’t mean Magic Day had to be cancelled.
Angus sunk even lower into the mess of pillows.
At the very least, he had done something good last night. It didn’t take a boy detective to imagine what kind of plants they wanted to make the dryad grow.
Eventually, the comfort of the feather-stuffed bedspread got the better of Angus, and he let his eyes flutter closed for a moment.
A slow rumbling echoed through the small of his back. The soft warmth of fur on the skin beneath his hiked up pajama shirt didn’t help rouse him from sleep, rather trying to keep him well and firmly under the veil of a good nap.
But even the little furball that is Charon, Taako and Kravitz’ Siberian baby of a cat, could keep him from eavesdropping.
“-it’s probably Pneumonia, if I’m readin’ him right.”
“Well shit. Was it the fuckin’ stakeout or what? There’s gotta be some fucking labor laws or something about a kid being out in the rain for that long.” Taako sounded worried, which Angus knew he was more often than he let on.
“Well it sure didn’t help, but nah he was already sick yesterday. Just exacerbated those symptoms. I’ll check him over once he’s awake to see if he’s viral or not.”
“Kay, cool. Anything I can do?”
“Fluids… Let him cough, manage the fever. Basic stuff. If he gets worse, call me.”
Taako said nothing in response to that.
“Oh, and lots of rest. He’s got to relax. None of that detective shit, school can take a break. It’s not like it’s going anywhere for him.”
“Is magic ok?”
“Nah, he should keep all his energies up.”
“Damn. Alright, thanks Merle. I’ll wait here until he’s awake and give you a shout.”
Angus laid still, keeping his breathing as even as he could. It wasn’t too hard. Charon hadn’t moved and was still vibrating rhythmically.
“I know you’re up, Ango.”
Angus shifted slightly. “How could you tell, sir?”
“You snore.”
Angus grumbled softly, pushing Charon off his back. He sauntered over to the pillows and settled in there.
Angus sat up, adjusted his pajamas and squinted at Taako, unsure of where his glasses were.
“You feeling ok?”
“Yes.”
“No bullshit, Agnes, you’re pretty fucked up.”
“I feel like crap.”
“There you go. You cold?”
“A bit. Did Auntie Lup make lunch yet?”
“Hoo boy, lunch was hours ago my man. You were out.”
“Oh. I could have sworn it was just a moment or two.”
“She did, but she made a ton of stew. We can heat it back up.”
“Is she really that worried about me?”
“Hm?” Taako seemed confused.
“Auntie Lup over cooks when she’s worried about something. You do the same thing with baking, right?”
“I forgot you notice shit like that… Yeah kid, she is worried. I am too, but you already figured that out right? But you’ll be fine. You got a crack team of overbearing adults and Merle who sort of knows what he’s doing. You’ll be fine.” He repeated the last phrase quietly, not quite to convince just Angus of the fact.
“Yeah, I’ll be alright.” Angus stifled a cough.
“Let it out bro, don’t hide it.”
Angus nodded, standing up, and pulling a blanket around his shoulders.
“Can Merle check me out now? I want to know if I should take antibiotics or not.”
And they headed downstairs.
The stew was awesome, as per the norm, and warmed Angus up quite a bit.
He was slowly feeling, not better, but more comfortable.
Merle determined it was viral, which meant it wasn’t as severe. Angus felt relieved at that, he didn’t want this to impede him any more than it was going to already.
Taako grabbed a large blanket and wrapped it around Angus, leading him to the living room.
“You tired, kid?”
“Not really. Can we watch something?”
“That’s the plan.”
Angus was nestled into the corner of a couch, wrapped in the plush fabric, feeling warmer than ever.
Taako set up Fantasy Netflix and put on one of Angus’ favorite picks; the TV adaption of Caleb Cleveland, Kid Cop.
It didn’t hold up to the novels, but it was solid on it’s own. He liked having it on in the background while he did paperwork. Or, while he dozed off, only half paying attention to the screen, while several episodes played through.
A distant sound, like paper tearing, interrupted Angus’ hazy musings.
Auntie Lup, Uncle Barry and Kravitz, slightly scuffed from work came to join them in the living room.
A gentle hair ruffle from Auntie Lup was happily received, and Barry gave him a smile, letting him have his space. They sat down on the loveseat on the other side of the room, Barry leaning onto Lup’s shoulder and sighing peacefully. Kravitz, meanwhile, brought Angus and Taako drinks. Something fancy, with a garnish of spiralled orange peel for Taako, who exchanged a kiss for it, and tea for Angus, a soothing chamomile lightly sweetened with honey. He gratefully accepted it, sipping slowly, and softly blowing on the hot surface.
Surrounded by his family, Angus relented. He would be better soon. He may as well stop worrying about everything he was missing, and focus on where he was right now.
Warm. Safe. Happy.
And he remained those three things as he quietly fell asleep on the couch, not even waking while he was carried back up to his bedroom.
