geek6 (geek6) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2007-10-03 19:59:00 |
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Fic:(G) The Things You Do For Love.
Not a Resurrection Drabble I'm afraid.. but when the muse strikes as it so rarely does these days..it's best not to ignore it..lol
Title: The Things You Do For Love.
Author:Geek6
Rating: G
Pairing: SS/RL
Disclaimer: Not mine.. sadly.
Wordcount: 668.
Warning: Discussion of Mpreg.
Notes: This is sort of a follow up on Maybe Baby.. But you don't need to have read that.
Remus was worried. Worried, insecure and miserable.
It had been over two weeks now, and he’d barely seen his husband. When he woke up in the morning there was a head shaped dent in the pillow next to him. Sometimes if he woke early enough there was even a warm spot too, but mostly Severus had been in his lab when Remus went to bed and when he got up. Or at least Remus assumed he was in his lab. He hoped he was. The thought that he might be elsewhere was what was causing his insecurity.
At first he’d tried to cajole Severus out for food. But after the fourth angry rant he’d been subjected to, having it pointed out to him that if Severus wanted to starve himself to death who was Remus to stop him, he’d given up in defeat and taken to leaving dinner on the table under a warming charm for when Severus finally emerged.
Severus’ words had hurt; far more than he wanted to admit. He was entitled to try and stop Severus starving himself. He consoled himself with the knowledge that each morning the plate was gone, and in its place a fresh cup of tea awaited him, a sign that Severus did think of him at least once a day. Small consolation that was though for the weeks of loneliness and worry.
When the door to Severus' lab opened, Remus glanced up to see the pale and obviously exhausted figure of his husband stumble through it.
“Severus!“ Remus jumped up from his seat at the kitchen table to grab him before he fell. Guiding the weary man towards a chair, he realised his husband had lost weight that he could ill afford to lose. “Sit down here and I’ll get you a cup of tea and something to eat. You’ve gotten so thin! Please tell me you actually ate those dinners I left you, and didn’t just banish them.”
“Stop fussing man! You’ll turn into Molly Weasley, and I certainly had no intention of marrying her!” Severus snapped tiredly as he sat, watching Remus bustle about.
Bringing tea and a sandwich to the table, Remus placed them in front of Severus before seating himself. “Don’t you ever do that to me again! Lock yourself away and work yourself half to death, I mean,” he added at Severus' raised eyebrow. “We’re going to work out some ground rules for when you’re working in your lab. You are not going to exclude me like that again, not ever! Do you hear me, Severus Lupin-Snape? And you most certainly are going to eat properly while you work.”
“Yes, Molly,” Severus mumbled around a mouthful of sandwich.
“What were you working on that was so important you ignored the rest of the world?” Remus asked, taking a sip of his own tea.
“This.” Severus reached into his pocket and produced a small vial. The contents shone through the clear glass, a hideously violent shade of pink.
Remus eyed it warily. “And that would be?”
“Your baby,” Severus told him.
Remus gaped at him. “My... my baby?”
“Well, you wanted one, didn’t you? You spouted a whole pile of sentimental claptrap a few months ago about me being ‘all round and glowing with health’.” Severus eyebrow rose in disdain. “I’ve made it possible. I think.”
Remus didn’t know what to say. He was stunned that Severus would actually try to do this for him. Finally, he asked, “You think?”
“I’m not certain it’ll work. It ought to, but obviously it’s not been tested. I rather thought we could do that later,” Severus smirked lecherously.
Remus looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before speaking. “Umm... just how much research did you do for this potion, Severus?”
The dark eyes of his husband narrowed. “Why?”
“You do realise, don’t you, that werewolves have multiple births as standard. On the rare occasions they manage to carry to term.”
“Multiple?“ Severus whimpered. “As in....”
“Litters, yes,” Remus grinned.