A Little Magic and a Lot of Love
Pairing: Elmo/Abby Cadabby
Age: Like, 21. Newlyweds!
Summary: Elmo's not feeling well. Abby takes care of him. π
A/N: I normally approach Elmo with the mindset that he grows out of speaking in the 3rd person as he gets older, but wanted to explore a different fic where he still speaks in that style to see if it could still work for his character.
The rain tapped softly against the windows of the small apartment that Elmo and Abby Cadabby had moved into only three months ago.
It was the kind of rainy afternoon that normally made Abby want to curl up with a book and a cup of tea.
Instead, she stood beside the couch with her hands on her hips.
Elmo glanced up at her from beneath a mountain of blankets. His orange nose was redder than usual, and he looked thoroughly miserable.
At that exact moment, Elmo sneezed so hard that he nearly dropped the tissue box.
"...Elmo may be slightly less than fine."
"You've been coughing all morning."
Abby couldn't help laughing.
Even after getting married, Elmo had never stopped speaking in the third person. He'd simply grown into it somehow. It sounded less like a little kid now and more like a charming habit.
"Stay right there," Abby said.
"Elmo wasn't planning on going anywhere."
She marched toward the kitchen.
A few moments later she returned carrying a mug of hot tea.
Unfortunately, she was also trying to use magic to carry a bowl of soup at the same time.
The bowl floated neatly behind her.
Then her concentration slipped.
The bowl suddenly zoomed across the room like a rocket. The plastic bowl cluttered against the wall. Elmo jolted upright.
The soup flew in a perfect arc.
Fortunately it landed directly on the coffee table.
Unfortunately it landed upside down.
There was a long silence.
The soup slowly dripped onto the floor.
"...Well," Abby said, "at least nobody got burned."
"That's a surprisingly positive way to look at that."
Abby shrugged sheepishly, while Elmo gave a small grin and lightly shook his head.
After cleaning up the soup disaster, Abby tried a different approach.
She tucked Elmo into the couch and wrapped another blanket around him.
"Elmo feels like a burrito."
Abby sat beside him and gently felt his forehead.
Elmo leaned into her hand.
But being taken care of by Abby was kind of nice.
"You know," Elmo said softly, "Elmo is sorry."
Abby's expression immediately softened.
She sat beside him and took his hand.
"You didn't ruin anything."
"But we were supposed to go to the farmer's market."
"And the dinner reservation."
"Being married means taking care of each other, remember?"
By evening, Abby decided to use a small bit of magic to help tidy the apartment.
That was the plan, anyway.
"Floofle-fizzle-fairy-fix!"
Purple sparkles burst from her wand.
The blankets folded themselves.
The dishes stacked neatly.
Then every tissue in the apartment suddenly came to life.
Hundreds of tissues fluttered into the air like white butterflies.
A tissue landed on his head.
Another perched on his shoulder.
Then the entire flock began circling the living room.
"Elmo thinks the tissues are migrating."
It took fifteen minutes and three additional spells to round them up.
One tissue somehow ended up inside a lamp.
Neither of them ever figured out how.
Later that night, Elmo's fever finally began to break.
He was resting comfortably on the couch while Abby sat beside him reading.
The apartment was quiet except for the sound of rain.
Elmo rested his head against her shoulder, and she smoothly shifted so that his head lay in her lap instead. He closed his eyes and sighed as she gently carded her fingers through his hair.
"The soup that ended up on the table?"
For a moment Abby said nothing.
"I'll always take care of you, Elmo. I love you."
"Elmo loves you too." Another pause, "Elmo knows he isn't very fun when he's sick."
Abby closed her book. Then she leaned over and kissed his forehead. Elmo closed his eyes at the touch of her gentle kiss.
Elmo smiled, staring at her lovingly.
"And you're Elmo's wife."
"Last time I checked," she giggled. He grinned,
"Then Elmo thinks we're doing pretty well."
Outside, the rain continued to fall.
Inside, surrounded by blankets, magical mishaps, and far too many tissues, the newlyweds settled in together.
And for Abby and Elmo, that was a pretty perfect evening after all.
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