Drabble for Max

[diaparker]

He didn't call.

He'd made it back safely and he hadn't called to let her know that he was alright and that the job had gone off well. So she'd been anxiously waiting at home for the call and getting more and more nervous by the minute. She'd finally called the wife of his mates and she'd reassured that they had come home and that Max had told his mates he was heading straight home.

So she picked up her things and headed over to his apartment. She found him there completely dead to the world asleep. She quickly made herself comfortable in his kitchen as she quickly made him something to eat and left it with a note in his fridge.

She couldn't stop herself from lightly caressing his face in his sleep once before she left. She'd see him later.

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[fast-max.livejournal.com]

Max found the note, and the food, and screwed his eyes shut with the message. He'd missed her too, more than he'd expected, and he knew ... that he should have called. He would have called, if he'd thought that she'd be able to make out a single word he'd have said. The rest of the team had laughed themselves silly at the rasping, barely-audible thing that had gone for his voice the last day or so. But it was getting to be a problem.

On the one hand, he didn't want to give to her the bug that was probably causing it. LAST thing he wanted was to make her sick.

On the other, he couldn't stand being away just now. So he resolved not to go for too much kissing, or, if possible closer contact - and to go apologize personally. He picked a bouquet on his way, and showed up at her doorstep.

It was only right, after all. He'd been missing long enough.

[drgatesjones.livejournal.com]

Dia opened the door, "Hey, welcome home." She greeted, stepping back to let him in. "Are these for me?" She asked, delighted.

[fast-max.livejournal.com]

Max just stood for a moment, smiling a little, just at how beautiful she was and how pretty the sound of her words... Then he stepped in.

He cleared his throat, trying to find his voice, and half-croaked, half-rasped, "hello, and yes, and, I should've called, but..." But. His voice was nowhere to be found.

[drgatesjones.livejournal.com]

Dia blinked and then all of sudden she ushered him in and had him resting on the couch. The flowers she'd quickly put in a vase and set them on the kitchen table. She set some water on to heat for tea and walked back to see him.

She felt his forehead for traces of fever. "How long have you been sick, hun? I'm making some tea that should help your throat."