Test 1/2 fic just to get back into the feel of writing and to see if you guys even like my writing in the first place.
CW: Mentions of physical abuse, migraines, and just angst in general
This fic was GREATLY inspired off of @theamericanwoodcock and that one fic he made forever ago so ya credits to him
Ok here’s the actual fic ty bye!!
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OPERATION: I.N.S.O.M.N.I.A
Irritated
Numbuh
Suffers
Obnoxious
Migraine,
Nigel
Insists
Assistance
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Nigel sat at the large mega super computer that sat in his bedroom of the treehouse. It was the dead of night, and he was refreshing the missions page, over and over and over again, just waiting for a new threat to arise so he could have something to do other than sit around.
He knew he needed to be alert, he needed to know exactly what was happening at all times. He needed to focus, focus, focus…
In the midst of all his focusing Nigel almost didn’t hear it at first, a soft, edging of footsteps outside his door. Nigel slowly lifted his head away from the screen, stopping his consistent refreshing.
He listened to the footsteps, paying attention to each individual creak of the floor. Normally, and impulsively, Nigel would spring out of his seat to attack whatever dangerous force was lurking just outside his bedroom, and he almost did. Strangely though, something made him stop, slowly leaning his head forward as to listen closely.
They seemed to be going around in circles in the TV room just outside his door, they were slow, almost dragging against the floor. As carefully as possible, Nigel silently powered off the super computer so the hum of the power wouldn’t distract or disorient him, so he could listen to the footsteps and make a definite guess on who the mystery midnight crawler could be.
Couldn’t be Kuki, she would be graciously skipping around, probably humming as she went. Besides, she was always the first to go to sleep and was never up this late, there could be an earthquake outside and she would still be snoring away.
Definitely wasn’t Wally, he would be angrily stomping, trying to find the source of whatever woke him up so he could fight it. Then he would always go back to his room, run around that stupid boxing ring, and fall over asleep in about thirty minutes.
Not Abby ether, she was the only one who would open Nigel’s door and tell him directly what the problem was, that or she would just make herself a cup of hot cocoa and go right back to bed. Besides, the footsteps were slow and jagged, nothing like Abby’s quick and deliberate usual walk.
So, with all his other options out of the way, Nigel knew it could only be one person walking around outside his door.
“Numbuh 2?”
Nigel could see the large, dark figure just beyond one of the couches that stood in the TV room. Hoagie hunched over, as if he didn’t want to be seen. He breathed heavily, almost gasping for air as his hands clutched his head, those bright blue cloud pajamas creating an almost glowing contrast against the deep dark brown of the wooden walls.
It broke Nigel’s heart just looking at him
“Jesus Christ, Numbuh 1!” Hoagie stumbled after realizing there was no actual danger, still keeping his hands against his forehead and breathing through his teeth. “Sorry- I- uh- Didn’t realize it was you…”
The two boys slowly made their way towards eachother, Nigel extending his hands towards Hoagies forehead. “What is it? Did a teenager scan your brain? Did you get hit with a wad of gum? Who was it? Father? Spankulot?? Mr. Boss??? Numbuh 2 just give me a name and they’ll be thrown in the Arctic prison for-“
“No-No Numbuh 1 It’s not that- it’s just-uh-ow-“ Hoagie rubbed his forehead a few more times before placing one hand on Nigel’s shoulder, the other rolling over to the back of his own head.
“I just have a headache that’s all, I get them sometimes after uh-” Hoagie looked away, not making eye contact with the boy infront of him. “I get them after uh, fights!” Hoagie turned his head back to Nigel, finally finding a good excuse for his migraine. “I just walk around to tucker myself out, I’ll be asleep in a bit! Don’t need to worry about me!!” Hoagie chuckled, trying to squash whatever nerves Nigel would have.
“Sure… sure thing” Nigel wanted to protest. He knew what it was. Hoagie had gone home for dinner that night, and Nigel knew his grandmother was there as always. He sighed, holding his hand up to Hoagies, taking his hand off his own shoulder. “Come with me, we’ll get you some ibuprofen.”
Despite Hoagies initial protest, insisting he was fine and just needed to get to sleep, he eventually obligated, the two making their way to the treehouse kitchen.
As they initially walked in silence, hand in hand, Hoagie couldn’t help but think the situation was funny to him. Most of the time, it was him helping Nigel. He would tell him a joke to keep him happy, follow his every command to make sure a mission goes off without a hitch.
He wanted so badly to just go to bed, to not let Nigel help him, but something made him stay. Despite his throbbing head, some impending force kept his feet moving, like they did only minutes ago.
As his mind was lost in thought, Hoagie heard Nigel cough under his breath, causing Hoagie to snap his head up to attention.
“Why won’t you just let me get rid of her. Your grandmother, I mean.” Nigel sighed under his breath, looking back and forth from the floor to their intwined hands.
“Nigel, I keep telling you- you can’t hurt my grandma. Besides, moonbase won’t allow it!She’s old and she doesn’t know any better-“
“But she does, Hoagie!”
Nigel turned his head to look at the boy next to him, his brow furrowed.
“She hurt you and you know it. I don’t care if moonbase doesn’t consider her a major threat, she hurts you and if I were to just take care of-“
Suddenly, Hoagie rips his hand from Nigel’s hand, leaving a sort of emptiness in his palm.
“Heyyy look we’re here!” Hoagie boasts, making his way up to the kitchen at the end of the hall. Nigel wanted so badly to protest, but, decided this simply wasn’t the time. As badly as he hated Hogies grandmother, this was a tomorrow problem. For now, he would focus on the blue boy infront of him. Get him his medicine, wish him goodnight, and get him into bed.
Nigel insisted Hoagie sit down as to not mess up his head anymore, ruffling around inside cabinets, trying to find the small bottle of medicine Kuki stole from her family cabinet.
Finally finding the small bottle, Nigel thrusted one pill and a plastic cup of water into Hoagies arms. “Take the pill with water, if you need more in an hour let me know, I don’t want you taking medicine by yourself.” Nigel demanded. Hoagie gulped down the pill, Nigel watching intently.
“Alright, if you need anything else, tell me.” Nigel tipped his hypothetical hat as he turned to make his way out of the room, his face still, but heart twisting. All until he heard a soft stutter behind him.
“Uh actually, Numbuh 1?” Hoagie started, his hands rubbing nervously against the plastic cup. “Just until my head feels better, could I uh, stay with you?” Even in the dark, Nigel could see the soft pink on his face peeking out from under his googles.
After an equally embarrassing agreement, the two joined hands again, making their way back down the hall, back into the TV room, and into the deep depths of Nigel’s dark bedroom. As the two layed down to finally sleep for that night, Hoagies breathing slowly softened as his head and mind cleared, at least for that night.
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They awoke to Kuki taking pictures for blackmail the end.
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Ya ok this is way longer than I intended it to me also no this is not proofread I’m to lazy take your spelling errors and deal with it.










