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TITLE: ucky bubblz
AUTHOR: Scorpio
ARCHIVE: Yes.
FANDOM: Xena:WP
PAIRING: Ares/Joxer
RATING: G
DEDICATION: To the "Puffs" tissue company, for putting moisturizer in their "Puffs Plus" tissues.
DISCLAIMER: Ain't mine. Go 'way now.
SUMMARY: Ares has got the flu...

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ucky bubblz
by Scorpio
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KAAAA-CHOOOOO

Several unfortunate portraits suddenly jumped off of the bedroom walls and the candle flames flared up to twelve inches in height all at once. Ares didn't notice. He was too busy grimacing at the wet mess that was now lying in his hand.

"Dozzer! I neb a nudder tiz-zu!"

A couple seconds ticked by. Ares scowled at the wait impatiently.

"Dozzer! I neb a tiz-zu *now*!"

"Coming Ares..."

Joxer's voice was doubly muffled. Once by the bedroom door and once again because Ares' ears were clogged up. So was his nose and his sinuses. And his chest was congested too. His eyes were itchy and watery and the end of his nose was sore from blowing it continuously.

Ares *hated* being sick. He hated the inconvenience of being stuck in bed alone, the fact that the flu threw his powers out of whack and that it made him feel mortal. Most of all, he hated that he couldn't talk right.

The suffering War God's brood-feast was cut short when the bedroom door swung open and his husband walked in carrying a full box of tissues. With a soft understanding smile, the God of Peace sat down on the edge of the bed and held them out to Ares. Grunting at Joxer, Ares reached out and snagged the top one and quickly wiped off his hand. Then, he crumpled up the tissue and handed it back to his husband. With a grimace, Joxer took it and made it disappear.

"That was *way* gross Arry."

Ares glared at the God of Peace.

"Yar tellin' be? I know daz gwoz. Id waz on by hamb."

Joxer grinned at him in a way that let Ares know that he was trying to suppress a laugh. Sticking out his full bottom lip and crossing his arms across his chest, Ares pouted. Joxer snorted and his giggle almost escaped.

Turning away from the pouting War God, the God of Peace finally noticed what wonky thing that particular sneeze caused. With a single wave of his hand, the candles snuffed themselves out and relit so that they were burning correctly and the pictures all flew back onto the walls. Satisfied that he had righted everything, Joxer shifted around to face the sick God of War once more.

"So...is it time for another dose of your medicine?"

Ares flinched, blanched and shook his head as hard as he could, which wasn't very hard since it felt like it was ready to pop off his neck and make a run for it.

"No! Nob time yeb. Homesd."

Joxer frowned at him in concentration.

"No, no. I think it *is* time for another dose. Ace *said* once every three hours and I'm almost *positive* that it's been three hours already."

Ares grimaced and then made a truly disgusted face.

"Bud Dosser! Ib tabzd *how-ib-bibble*!"

Joxer blinked at him and then gave him a stern look.

"Ares, I'm *sorry* it tastes horrible, but it will make you get better *fast*. What would you rather do; stay in bed sneezing you're head off or taking a bad tasting potion and feeling better?"

Ares considered it. He weighed the pros and cons of the situation. He *did* have a battle going on that needed his attention and while he loved and adored his husband, the God of Peace just couldn't inspire his warriors to the same bloodthirsty level that he could. On the other hand, Ace's potion was... well, it was *bad*.

"Dosser... da bubblz are ucky and gwoz."

Joxer sighed.

"I know, love. I know. But it *will* make you feel better."

With a defeated sigh, Ares nodded his head. With a big smile, Joxer conjured up a clear glass of fresh cool water and two large white tablets. Then, he dropped the tablets into the water. Plop! Plop! Immediately, they began to fizz as they dissolved, turning the water a murky bubbly whitish color.

They both sat there and watched the glass. When the tablets had both completely dissolved, Joxer handed it over to the War God. With a grimace, Ares took hold of it. He braced himself and took two deep breaths in preparation and then he gulped it all down in one go. For a brief second, Ares figured that *maybe* it wasn't as bad as he remembered. Then the aftertaste kicked in and his entire body shuddered in horror.

"Uuccchhh!!!!"

Joxer let out an amused little snort and took the now empty glass back from Ares. Reaching out a hand, he patted the War God on his arm in sympathy.

"There, there love. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Ares just glared at him evilly. Joxer cooed at him in response.

KAAAA-CHOOOOO

Once again, all of the pictures on the bedroom walls leapt to the floor.