lucetilogs | i'm half-awake in paisley print -- i can see the world clearly but i have to squint

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What: Somehow, Jack has talked his way into helping look after the under-the-weather Doctor McCoy
When: Backdated to Wednesday morning
Where: House Seven
Summary: A lot of awkward silences are predicted.
Rating: PG13? Perhaps higher for implications or language. We'll see.

It was mid-morning on a Wednesday and Buffy was still in her pajamas. After her post-waking-up shower, she decided to slip right back into something comfy and casual. It made the day seem that much more inviting. And her evening had gone latter than expected, tending to the delirium-tinged sickness of Doctor McCoy. She probably doesn't even remember inviting Jack Sparrow over to "help" -- which is all well and good, because if she remembered she would probably rescind the invitation.

She began her day in the kitchen. Coffee had to be made -- for her. Bones was getting lemon in hot water or maybe some NeoCitran knock-off. Plus orange slices, because she has made it her own personal mission to get as much vitamin C into the doctor as she can manage. She took great satisfaction in crisply slicing the fruit, releasing deliciously orangeish smells into the air.

Once the coffee was successfully brewed, Buffy took a tray of everything into the lounge. She gently attempted to rouse Bones from his stupor on the couch.

(ooc; posting order -- bones, jack, buffy? sound good?)

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Jack wisely kept quiet, darting quick looks at Buffy when he thought she didn't notice and pretending to be engrossed in the "How are you feeling, Bones?" when he knew very well the doctor was in a sorry state indeed.

"Good," He croaked, despite the shambolic state of his voice proving otherwise and he craned his stiff neck to look at the Slayer in her seat, "Thanks for the lemon water. I'm starting to feel better already."

Buffy could figure that the good was a lie. But part of what Buffy and Bones had was them lying to each other. It made is easier in such a damn complicated way. "You can't fault Joyce Summers' home remedies. They always, always do the trick."

She slid an uneasy look at Jack when she spoke her mother's name. It was still a sensitive subject to bring up in front of him.

Their eyes met and Jack immediately shuffled through the following expressions: surprise/dismay, innocence, questioning, and back to concern. Concern would be his safe port in a storm in this strange encounter with the odd couple at home.

Joyce Summers? A mother, or sister perhaps. Jack had no idea.

"Your Joyce has remedies?" He pulled the salamander out of his mouth and let its strange, spicy flavor settle on his tongue. How the Pelegosto discovered the properties of the creature wasn't something he wanted to think about, but he wasn't above enjoying one himself.

The doctor was oblivious to the looks that were being shared between blonde and salamander-sucking pirate and agreed with Buffy: "You can't knock a mother's remedy."

And the penny finally dropped for Buffy that Jack had had a salamander in her mouth. She convulsed in a shudder of disgust.

"Which is why you shouldn't turn away the sandwiches when I bring them. Mom's specialty."

"Oh, Joyce is your mum, eh? Bet she's a marvelous woman." The salamander was quickly popped back in, and then there was a crunch. Yes, he bit off a leg.

"When has anyone ever turned away your sandwiches?" the pirate asked, trying to remember if he'd ever done so.

"I'm eating them, aren't I?" McCoy grumbled, even if his appetite had been sabotaged by watching how Jack had sucked on the salamander for a good few minutes while she was out of the room. His chest spasmed and he coughed loudly as he heard the crunch, covering his mouth with one hand as he spluttered behind his fingers.

"She was. And she might not have been a doctor, but she it seemed like she could cure anything." Buffy smiled -- it has been a few years and the past tense wasn't so horrible. Better to dwell in the good thoughts and the hand-me-down wisdom. Like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with the crusts cut off. "Maybe you should be eating more of them, Bones. I could make some and then maybe we wouldn't have to sit and watch Jack eat a lizard, either."

"Oi! I offered to share, you know."

But then he thought about the offer she'd made the doctor. Peanut butter and jelly. One of his favorites. He tried not to look too interested.

McCoy waved them both away with his free hand as he continued to cough before he evened the pirate with a watery glare. Maybe he should just knock the damn thing out his hand, that way he would not have to put up with the sound of crunching.

"Or you could kick him out. Just an idea, you know."

"...Should I kick him out?"

"... First sign of horseplay, I want him out of here."

"Hear that, Jack?"

She offered him a stern look. "Keep your horses in the stable."

"Aye, horses in the stable.

...

I've done nothing wrong, Buffy!"

McCoy rolled his eyes at the pirate and turned over on his side again, facing away from the two of them as Cupcake blinked at the scene taking place, obviously bored pawning at the material.

"'on't le'im steal anythin', either."

"You heard the doctor. Hands where we can see them."

But she kept her watchful eye on Bones. Was he tired? Was this trying his patience? Would a better nursemaid have left him sleep?

The pirate obeys her, literally. "Doc looks like he could use some peanut butter and jelly, eh?"

Probably not, if the faint and very muffled grumbling from him was anything to go by.

"How about you join me in the kitchen and let him have some rest?"

Buffy stood. More quality time with Jack wasn't really what she wanted; however, she did not want him in here and bugging Bones if he wanted to sleep.

"If you insist upon it, Buffy!"

"Forsaking all sense and logic and decency? Yeah, I insist upon it." Her snark was whispered and she jerked her head towards the kitchen. You go first. Like Hell she was leaving Jack on his own, with Bones out for the count, in the room.

With a very pleased look on his face, Sparrow waltzed toward the kitchen. A chat with his best mate and now kitchen time with his...with Buffy. Lovely, really.

Buffy marched after him, her arms crossed. Once they were out of the lounge and into the kitchen? Oh, she rounded on him.

"You don't have to look so happy about it all. You're the one who did this to him."

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