Hi! Sooooo, since you ask.... Platonic Flogan, Wyatt with a fever mistaking Flynn for his father and freaking out. Flynn finding out about Wyatt's childhood.
Any opportunity to write fever whump for you, friend, is a good one. ❤
Set post-S2, with warnings for mild violence and mentions of child abuse; definitely owes a debt to this wonderful fic by @qqueenofhadess.
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Flynn faces Wyatt across their makeshift gym and crosses his arms. “Not that I’m passing on an opportunity to kick your butt, you understand, but I’m not beating up on a dead man.” Usually he takes a private pleasure in his standing date to spar with his least favorite member of the bunker, but today there would be no pleasure in it. Wyatt looks pale and clammy even from a distance, his eyes are unfocused, and his forehead shines with sweat. “Really, this is just embarrassing. How did you even get out of bed?”
“Just looking for an excuse to back out, aren’tcha.” Wyatt looks just conscious enough to be surly, and for one shining moment Flynn entertains the idea of hitting him, if only to prove that Wyatt belongs in bed. “Afraid I can beat you with…” Wyatt trails off, stumbling forward. Flynn is weighing the satisfactory finality of seeing him hit the floor with the embarrassment of having Flynn catch him, when Wyatt miraculously recovers his footing. “With one hand…see…? ‘M fine…”
Flynn starts a slow clap.
