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Title: Wounded Flipper
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Rating: PG-13 with a few naughty words and FLUFF!

A/N:.....Okay, that really is the best title I can come up with. *looks sheepish* I actually wrote this for someone on another comm with a broken foot and I forgot to post it here! *hits self with planner* Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Someone's broken his foot and he's not happy about it!

Ah, peace and tranquility. After a hectic week, this was the first opportunity that Colin had managed to get to even sit down, let alone relax. One hand loosely curled around the book he had been reading recently and the other around a cold glass of ice tea, himself stretched out along the most sinfully comfortable couch ever made, he felt like he had died and gone to heaven. But of course, when a person begins to fly, something always happens to bring him crashing back down!

 

“COLIN!!!!”

 

Colin groaned as Ryan’s voice carried down from the above bedroom and set down the items in his hands, looking longingly at the book before trumping his way back up the stairs to where his lover had been spending the past one week. Entering the room, he sighed as he saw Ryan struggling to get up from the bed, but all he was doing was tangling himself in the sheets.

 

“Ry, stop it or it’s going to be impossible to get you out. Isn’t a broken foot supposed to immobilize you?” he sighed, quickly making his way to the bed and pressing down on Ryan’s shoulder to hold him still as he started untangling the sheets.

 

“Oh, I’m glad you find this amusing,” Ryan glared at him, holding still until Colin managed to get the sheets straightened out, taking extra care not to jostle the foot in question.

 

“Ryan, it’s your own fault for going to the supermarket after a snowfall on foot,” Colin sighed, “I told you to just leave it till the next day.”

 

“Well, it wasn’t my fault,” Ryan mumbled, folding his arms.

 

“Ryan, I told you I could make that spaghetti without the tomatoes-”

 

“And I know that since you’re such an ‘everything must be made from scratch!’ freak, you would have been in a horrible mood for the rest of the day. That will also be accompanied with the not-so-subtle barbs on why my tendency to eat anything is the reason you didn’t get to make it the way you want,” Ryan retorted and Colin knew he had lost that argument.

 

“Fine, I’m sorry I made you go out in that,” Colin sighed again but he couldn’t help but have a small smile show on his lips as he bent down to kiss the disgruntled man’s forehead, smoothing back the scruffy blonde curls, “Now, what did you need?”

 

Ryan blinked at him and then blushed, “I wanted a snack....”

 

“I’ll get it for you-”

 

“No. Could you just help me downstairs?” Ryan cut him off, struggling to stand again.

 

“Ryan, the doctor told you to-”

 

“I want to go downstairs!”

 

“Ryan, you can’t-”

 

“I’m gonna go down!” Ryan pushed himself up, but the heavy weight of the cast on his left foot coupled with the fact that he was trying to put any weight on it caused him to lose his balance and nearly take a header to the floor if it weren’t for Colin catching him.

 

“That’s it, sit down!” Colin flushed with uncharacteristic anger and seated Ryan down onto the bed, ignoring his protests and forcing him into a lying position, “Now, you are not to move from this position, is that understood?”

 

“Col-”

 

“Is that understood?”

 

Ryan hated that tone, the one which made it sound like Colin was dealing with an immature child and did the most expected action which was to turn on his side and present Colin with his back. To Colin, that was a very familiar gesture but this time he didn’t have the patience, getting up and leaving the room, heading down to the kitchen to get Ryan the snack he had been wanting.

 

“Stupid, stubborn man,” he muttered, cutting up an apple, “why can’t that idiot just stay in one place?”

 

He nearly knicked himself with the knife when the phone took the opportunity to ring and hurriedly picked up, his frustration reaching the peak.

 

“What?!” he yelled into the receiver.

 

There was silence on the other end before a nasal, very welcome voice responded, “Did I interrupt something?”

 

“Greg,” Colin sighed, “No, I’m just having a bad time. Did you need something?”

 

“Just thought I’d call and see how the bird with the broken foot is doing. He being a bear?”

 

“Bear is putting it lightly,” Colin rubbed his eyes with his fingers, “he very nearly injured himself again.”

 

“Damn, no wonder you’re sounding pissed. He okay?”

 

“Yes, but now he’s in a worse mood than before....I just feel that this is all my fault.”

 

“Eh?” Greg sounded confused.

 

“He went out to the supermarket because he knew that I was in a bad mood....he wanted to buy me those chocolate covered cherries I love. I just feel that maybe if I hadn’t-”

 

“Whoa! How does that make this your fault? It was an accident, Col, and that, in Webster’s dictionary, means that no one was at fault. He just got unlucky.”

 

“What’s worse is I have to keep him in bed,” Colin continued, “you know how he hates being in one place for too long, but being confined to bed is making him even more agitated.”

 

“He’s just restless. Can’t you help him around the house?”

 

“I can’t keep carting him up and down the stairs!”

 

“Stai- Colin, you’re keeping him in the upstairs bedroom?!” Colin could haven sworn he could actually see Greg roll his eyes, “Honestly, both of you are idiots. Listen to me, Mochrie, and if you tell anyone what I’m about to tell you, I will deny everything and kill you in your sleep.”

 

“Okay,” Colin chuckled and then listened intently as Greg began giving him instructions, his eyes slowly widening with each one. This would be interesting.

 

Dl

 

Dl

 

Ryan let out a groan as he tried to shift himself into a different position, but it was hard to do without causing himself any pain. Resigning himself to his fate, he continued to stare up at the ceiling, wondering what new pattern he could find in the moisture spots. So far, he’d already found an ocelot, a puppy, a giraffe and a hippo.

 

He could hear Colin bustling about downstairs and that brought on another wave of depression that he wasn’t in the mood to fight off. Colin was always so busy doing things for him, Ryan never got to just talk to him anymore. Whenever Colin was done with his tasks, he looked so tired, that Ryan didn’t have the heart to say anything and just allowed him to relax whichever way he saw fit. It made him feel rather lonely, but even he wasn’t selfish enough to demand things from his exhausted lover. That had been their routine for the past week and Ryan wasn’t looking forward to another day of it and decided to just see if he could get back to sleep even though he knew that it was highly improbable. He couldn’t sleep without Colin and, even though he was exhausted, he hadn’t been able to catch a good night’s sleep ever since he had taken refuge in the guest bedroom, not wanting to accidentally jostle Ryan’s foot in his sleep.

 

When Colin came up to the bedroom, Ryan was just about dozing off but he was still able to hear him come into the bedroom. Turning about, he was about to greet him when Colin, taking special care with his legs, hoisted him up into his arms and carried him out of the room.

 

“Uh, Colin?” Ryan asked, slowly making his way back to full awareness.

 

“Yes?”

 

“I can walk a bit, you don’t have to do this.”

 

“Yes I do,” Colin descended the stairs into the living room, but it was no longer the living room Ryan remembered. Instead of the couch and coffee table in the centre, there was a rollaway bed that looked a lot stronger than most beds he had seen. The couch had been moved to the side and the coffee table had been placed next to the bed, making a good bedside table. Colin set him down onto the bed, propping his foot up on pillows to make him more comfortable before retreating to the kitchen, only to return with two plates full of delicious smelling food on a tray which he set on the coffee table, handing Ryan one.

 

“Colin, exactly what are you doing?” Ryan asked in amusement but he was obviously touched at the trouble Colin had taken.

 

“Someone who has requested to remain anonymous gave me some very good ideas,” Colin smiled at him, taking the other for himself, “he also made me realize that I wasn’t treating my patient very well.”

 

“What?” Ryan raised n eyebrow, “Colin, you’ve been a virtual angel to me. I’m the one who was being grouchy just because of my stupid foot-”

 

“Not that,” Colin shook his head, picking some mashed potatoes from Ryan’s plate with his fork and feeding it to his lover, “but because I didn’t make things easier on you.”

 

“Colin, you’ll have to explain that a bit,” Ryan looked utterly confused and Colin smiled, reaching forward and cupping his cheek in his hand.

 

“What I mean is that I was so obsessed with making sure you took it easy, I didn’t realize that I was virtually taking away your freedom. Instead of cooping you up in the main bedroom, I should have made you a place downstairs so that you could do whatever you wanted. Within reason, of course. Also, I should have spent more time with you instead of just darting in to see if you needed anything and most of all, I shouldn’t have left you alone in the nights.”

 

Colin looked really regretful and Ryan realized that he was actually angry at himself for not thinking of all this earlier. He laughed and set his plate onto the coffee table, leaning forward to catch Colin’s face in his hands.

 

“I can’t believe you’re beating yourself up about this,” Ryan grinned, kissing him softly, “you just did what you thought was best for me. How can I be mad at you for loving me? You’re an amazing person”

 

“If I really was that amazing, I would have found ways to make this easier on you earlier,” Colin mumbled, looking down.

 

“You did,” Ryan tilted Colin’s face up to look at him, “neither of us really knew what to do, Col, but you tried. That’s all I can ever ask of you. Don’t feel guilty because you didn’t do anything wrong. Now we know what to do if I break something on Whose Line.”

 

Colin snorted at Ryan’s bright grin, “Only you could talk about breaking another bone after barely recovering from the first. I’m surprised you haven’t broken those flippers before.”

 

Ryan glared at him and nudged him with his uninjured foot, “That wasn’t very nice.”

 

“I’m not nice,” Colin responded dryly.

 

“I beg to differ,” Ryan murmured, pulling Colin closer and nuzzling his neck, “You taste nice....”

 

“That’s doesn’t mean that I’m nice.”

 

“Mm, you’re sugar and spice and everything nice,” Ryan teased, adding a sly nibble to the spot he was nuzzling.

 

“Why am I always the damn woman?” Colin groaned as he felt Ryan’s tongue dip lower.

 

“Because you know what they say: big nose, big feet means-”

 

“Big handkerchief and shoe bill?” Colin retorted, his hand slipping through Ryan’s hair before clenching and jerking his head up to meet his lips.

 

“Very funny,” Ryan murmured, wrapping his arms around Colin and falling back to lie against the bed, “want to see if the rest of the rumor is true?”

 

Colin smirked as he lowered himself onto Ryan, feeling an answering hardness, “I would be glad to.”

 

“But my foot....be careful?”

 

“Always.”