Normally, you would be the last person I'd go to for this, but I've run out of canned soup, and I remember you mentioning you ate a lot of canned foods. I'm not as sick, but still, it would help
Do you happen to have any? preferably chicken or something similar
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"Anyway, I suppose that's enough complaining. I apologize for taking up your time, Martin. I'll allow you to get back to work now."
Martin felt his jaw drop open in complete disbelief, staring at the awkward expression on Jon's face, and attempting to process everything that he had just said.
Everything, being the very concerning information that Jon was running an extraordinary high fever, and had been getting progressively more ill with what sounded like a horrible list of symptoms for well over a week now, all said in exactly the same way as if they were out of office ink and not that he was near burning up from an untreated case of the flu.
"Jon, that doesn't. That isn't– That doesn't sound good. Maybe you should go see a doctor?" He finally managed to say, having to force the words out from behind the absolute wall of disbelief that Jon, his intelligent, sharp boss, could be so dense as to not realize when he was actually, seriously ill.
Jon frowned in response, his watery eyes narrowing even further than where they were already squinted against the lights, and his flushed cheeks creasing.
"It's just a cold, Martin. I really don't think there's a need for that. I apologize if I gave you the wrong impression with the complaining, but it really is inconsequential."
Martin's brain stuttered out a few incomprehensible syllables about obliviousness, and research, and about an Archivist with a lack of basic observational skills, before managing to form actual words.
"Jon, that's not a cold." He finally said, the sudden realization that Jon's survival instincts were slim to none near hitting him in the face. "You'd be lucky if it isn't the flu."
"I appreciate the concern, however–"
"It's not just concern." Martin said, not even letting him finish the sentence. "Well, I mean, I am concerned. But for a reason, Jon. That's bad. All of that is really, really bad."
Jon stared blankly back, not even protesting the interruption for once, and simply staring unguardedly.
And the expression on his face could have broken anyone's heart.
With the red, swollen rims around his eyes, and deep flush across his cheeks he looked so much younger than his actual age, and the feverish, watery tears clinging to his lashes only added to the effect, making it look almost as if he had been crying.
And if that didn't yank on Martin's heartstrings enough, the sight of his curls flattened down with damp sweat made it look as if he were a wet cat, caught in the rain begging for scraps, without shelter, or warmth, or even just a kind hand to stroke it.
And the look on his face. The unmasked look of utter exhaustion, and actual emotion instead of his typical front of irritation, could have melted a heart far harder than Martin's.
All combined with the, honestly hellish, symptoms he had described suffering from, Martin was halfway tempted just to bundle him up and take him straight to the A&E himself.
"Jon," Martin started, not quite sure where to go. "You need– you need to see someone about all that, especially before it gets any worse."
Jon's expression deepened into bleary confusion. "But you all had this cold. And I don't believe anyone else visited a clinic for it."
Martin felt the tide of sympathy wash back into the harbors of disbelief.
"Jon, none of us had a near 40 degree fever."
"I was wearing a cardigan the last time I checked my temperature. It probably threw off the reading a bit."
"That isn't– that doesn't."
Martin paused, and inhaled a slow, deliberate breath. Not for the sake of irritation, but for the sake of still not finding the depths of Jon's total obliviousness surrounding basic self care yet.
"Please– please, promise me that you'll go see a doctor soon. Even if it's just at the walk-in clinic, or just a quick check with your GP, okay?"
Jon looked, if possible, more perplexed under the fever flush. "You really think I should see someone?"
"Yes, Jon." Martin burst out.
Taking another, deliberate, breath, he said slower. "I know you have trouble with–" He paused for a word that wasn't 'basic life tasks outside of work', "Self care. But this isn't just a cold anymore, and truthfully it would make me feel better if you were going to see a doctor."
"I might need a stronger fever reducer." Jon mumbled, almost to himself.
Martin nodded, as if that wasn't just the absolute bare minimum at this point.
"Please promise you will see someone, alright? The clinic, your doctor, honestly the A&E at this point, just someone."
Jon frowned deeper, and under the angry red flush which seemed to be getting worse by the minute, Martin could see the utter lack of comprehension in his glassy, feverish eyes.
"Or I could just take you tonight?"
Martin said it so suddenly, that the offer took even himself by surprise. But as the idea solidified even a bit, it made more and more sense.
"It's far past actual work hours at this point, and everyone else has already gone home. It's time that you'd be going home anyway too, so there isn't any time you'd be missing, and in all honesty, I'm not sure if you should be going home alone right now."
Jon just stared at him again with that rapidly hazing over gaze. "Now?"
Martin nodded, cementing the snap decision more and more as he thought about it.
"Yes, now. There's a clinic just a few blocks down. They take walk-ins all 24 hours, and it's still a weekday. And truthfully I'm not really sure I could sleep tonight knowing that you're going home for the weekend while you're this ill without at least some medicine, if not someone to take care of you."
A faint bit of his customary irritation and stubbornness finally rose up behind Jon's eyes at the idea of being unable to care for himself, but it only lasted a few seconds before was crushed almost instantly by what looked to be complete and utter exhaustion.
And by the massive fever, he clearly had.
"Alright."
"Alright?" Martin repeated, not fully processing the answer.
"Alright, I'll go to the clinic." Jon mumbled.
"Right, yes. Of course." Martin said, parsing through all of the sudden logistic changes of him actually agreeing, and canceling his nightly plan of a microwave dinner and old reruns by himself.
As if it actually was important to spend another night alone at his flat, while Jon stood, burning up and stifling what sounded like a horribly painful coughing jag, right in front of him.
"We can walk there, if you're able to?" He asked, mentally planning the route. "It's only a few blocks, and then they can look you over, and I promise you'll feel so much better once you've seen a doctor and you're not so feverish."
Jon nodded, beginning to look almost painfully miserable as the conversation went on, his professional persona finally fully crumbling at the idea of not trudging through any more days of what Martin would consider to be an absolutely horrible case of the flu. Or maybe bronchitis, Martin winced, as he let out another crackling, half choked back cough.
"It'll help?" He asked. "I won't feel– feel as ill?"
Martin felt a flicker of not just concern, but genuine empathy rise up in his chest at the raspy, stuffed up tone to his voice and the exhausted circles under his eyes that were so, so deep.
"Yes, of course, Jon. You're going to feel much better."
Jon nodded again, and allowed Martin to steer him towards the door, even allowing him to carefully hold under one of his tiny shoulders as they made their way out of the archives. And, not that Martin would ever tell a soul, but he leaned just the tiniest bit into the touch, with his fever hot skin pressed against Martin's hand.
"You're going to feel so much better, Jon. Just let me help you, and I promise you'll feel much less ill really soon." He said softly as he carefully led Jon up the stairs and towards the flashing sign for the clinic.
guys... UGHHHHHH I know I say this every time but UGHHHHH! Why does season one have to be so hard!!!! I only have three more episodes from season one but I hate season one guys!
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Summary: Jon is sick with a Kryptonian virus and Marinette and Alya get stuck with crappy jobs. So when Pixelator, a maniac with a love for Jagged Stone starts terrorizing Paris, what will a partially pixelated Ladybug, sick Superboy, photographed Chat, and reluctant Robin do?
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Jon rolled around in his bed and Marinette was on the phone with Clark.
“He’s going through something, I’ll be over later but for now, I would just leave him alone. Even if it is a Kryptonian disease, it can affect Earthlings too and if it’s the one I’m thinking of, you don’t want it,” Clark said to his niece.
“Well what am I supposed to do, today us career day and Chloe’s going to make my life a living hell,” Marinette complained.
“Sorry, but he can’t leave the house for any reason, you stay safe now alright Mari?” Clark said before hanging up.
Marinette ran to the hotel and stood next to Alya.
“Where’s Jon, Marinette?” Miss. Bustier asked looking for her normal shadow.
“He’s really sick, my mom should have called the school this morning,” Marinette said before Miss. Bustier went off into telling each student what their jobs would be.
Alya and Marinette were left and Alya was assigned trash duty. Before Marinette could get her assignment, pop star Jagged Stone walked into the hotel with his crocodile.
Marinette was assigned to be a gopher, which meant that she had to go get whatever any of the guests wanted. For Jagged Stone that was a pair of sunglasses in the shape of the Eiffel Tower that were red, white, and blue.
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Jon was giggling in the Fortress of Solitude as his dad scanned him. “Jonathan, hold still!” his father yelled turning around but when he did, his son wasn’t there anymore. “Shit.”
Superboy was floating in front to the hotel that Marinette would be spending the day at. He saw a random man who was dressed weirdly walk in and fire something at Chloe. He flew in and tried to save her but ended up getting pixelated with her.
His head started to clear and he looked around. “Where am I?” Superboy asked getting off the ground.
“Oh. My. God. Superboy!” Chloe yelled jumping on Jon’s back making him fall over.
“Help me,” Jon said looking up to whatever God there was.
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Marinette walked back to the hotel with a pair of shades that she thought would do the trick. Jagged was getting attacked so she transformed but Chat was nowhere in sight. She brought Jagged to her school thinking it was safe there.
“Are you sure this is safe Ladybug, this is a school?” Damocles asked looking at the heroine and pop idol.
“Yeah, this is somewhere where no one would ever look for him, I mean who wants to go to school?” Ladybug asked before looking at Damocles’ face. “I mean isn’t school awesome?”
She exited the office and bumped into Robin.
“Is your arm gone?” Robin asked looking at her pixelated arm.
“Don’t remind me.” Ladybug rolled her eyes and the two were off. “I haven’t heard from Chat yet which means it’s just the two of us,” Ladybug said.
“I haven’t heard from Superboy but his father said he has some sort of rare kryptonian 24 hour hay fever. Makes him go loopy and stuff. It’s hard to watch,” Robin said thinking about the last time Jon had it. He had two defaults during that time, hugs and vomit.
“That sucks, I know where to look for this guy though. His name is Vincent and he lives in the downtown area of Paris,” Ladybug said and they were off.
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“It just goes on forever, no windows, no doors, nothing,” Adrien said to himself. He looked up and saw Ladybug and Robin standing there. They’re going to get us out of this.
“Superboy? What are you doing here, you are supposed to be in the Fortress!” Robin yelled at a picture. “I guess it’s been 24 hours but you should still be there not here, when we get you out of this you are going back there immediately, got it.” Robin seemed actually concerned for Superboy.
“Yes sir,” Superboy saluted making Ladybug laugh. They left and Adrien was left alone again.
“I’m going to try and make a deal with him and you can sneak up behind him and destroy his headset,” Ladybug said as they ran to the Acr De Triomphe where Pixelator was.
Ladybug let herself be cornered and Robin snuck up behind him just like planned.
“Go Robin!” a random citizen yelled. Good thing Robin had such good reflexes. They dodged beams and Robin hit them with his sword.
“How are you doing that?” Ladybug asked watching as his sword didn’t disappear.
“Nth metal, can withstand anything,” Robin said dodging another blast.
“I could use one of those,” Ladybug said in awe.
“Maybe I can train you sometime,” Robin said before realizing what he just said.
“Let’s focus on this first birdbrain. Lucky charm!” Ladybug called out getting a case of compact.
“Hey Pixelator! I heard you were looking for me!” Jagged yelled getting on top of a car.
“Look into the lens,” he said and as Jagged started to open his eyes, Ladybug threw the compact at Robin who hit it with the handle of his sword and Pixelator was sent into a picture of his own.
“Miraculous Ladybug!” she called and her arm was back. Superboy was lying on the ground in front of Robin and smiled up at him nervously.
“Two more hours, let’s get you back to your dad,” Robin said putting one of Superboy’s arms over his shoulder helping him up.
“Robin, wait!” Ladybug called out making Robin turn around.
“Yeah.”
“I’d actually like that lesson sometime, seems useful,” Ladybug said and Robin smirked.
“Of course, see you next time,” Robin said grappling off with his friend.
“Robin’s got a girlfriend, Robin’s got a girlfriend!” Jon teased.
“Yeah, and she’s your cousin,” Damian said as they walked through the zeta tubes.
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“Jagged Stone is having a concert today and is giving tickets to the four students who demonstrated the highest work ethic today,” Penny said giving tickets to Alya, Nino, Adrien, and Marinette.
Later that night at the concert Damian and Jon walked up next to them smiling as they tapped on either side of Marinette making her jump.
“Hey, feeling better Jon,” Adrien asked.
“I’m feline great,” Jon said before laughing at Damian’s face after the pun.
“Let’s just go in,” Damian said.
“This song goes out to the couple that saved my life Ladybug and Robin!” Jagged said before starting to play the piano. Damian and Marinette blushed and Jon laughed. Couple comment aside, it was a great concert.
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yeah that one took a lot out of me. so clearly some will be more focused on one ship rather than the other, this one was obviously more maribat rather than Adrijon but whatever. Some of them make more sense that way.
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Hey Jon, I hope you're feeling better. We miss you at work. Anyways, Sasha and I were wondering if you wanted to go out to do something when you're better, she called it a girls night so I guess we're invites to girls night. She didn't mention Tim but he might be coming
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I, uh. Maybe. I'm feeling a little better, more than yesterday. The soup you brought by helped a bit. I'll decide when I'm more... alive