This is my first time doing the 5 plus 1 fics. And since I wanted to give Jason and Tim bonding a try, I thought I'd use them. Killing to birds with one stone essentially.

A shivering lump frantically twitched on the couch in Jason's apartment. Tim was seeking a brief reprieve from his patrol, to take a quick breather, and knew that Jason kept his window open for him. However, he ended up getting a little too comfortable and his body was too achy to want to get back up.

He barely heard the door open and close. Not that he could move much to check. The heavy steps clearly identified Jason as the intruder. He didn't even look as he heard Jason walked around the couch. Jason curiously looked directly at the shaking vigilante. He didn't appear upset or concerned, just a little annoyed.

"You look terrible." Jason dryly sympathized.

Tim simply groaned in response, too exhausted to respond. Jason crouched down, removing a glove. He gently placed a hand on Tim's forehead, leaving it there for a few moments. Tim's forehead was warm and Tim's shaking didn't stop. Jason groaned, not liking what he was deducing.

"You're burning up Tim." Jason stated.

Tim shook his head, not wanting to admit to his illness.

"Not sick." Tim denied. "Just resting."

Jason snaked an arm around Tim's shoulders while wrapping the other around his legs. He slowly lifted Tim up, aiming for the bedroom. Although weakened, Tim shot his elder an annoyed glare.

"What are you doing?" Tim moaned.

"You're sick, and I'm not about to let you spend the night shivering on the couch." Jason replied.

Tim weakly tapped Jason with his fist, recalling that his stay was only meant to be brief.

"But I'm on patrol."

"Not anymore you're not."

As Jason entered the bedroom, he sat Tim down on the bed. He removed Tim's cape and cowl, providing mobility and hopefully to cool him off a little. He laid Tim down, propping him up with a few pillows, before exiting the room for a moment. When Jason returned, he had a thermometer, a cup of water, and aspirin in his hand. He set the medicine and water on the nightstand before sitting on the bed with the thermometer.

"Open up." Jason ordered.

Tim complied, slowly opening his mouth. Jason slid the thermometer in, giving it the proper time to get results. Tim tried to get up, only for Jason to shove him back down.

"One hundred point five." Jason revealed, setting the thermometer down and grabbing the aspirin and water. "You're not going anywhere."

The annoyance was clear on Tim's face at hearing Jason's statement. He didn't want to stay in. He usually didn't mind being at Jason's under normal circumstances, enjoying Jason's presence from time to time, but this wasn't one of those nights. He also recalled his parental figure, who he had to report back to.

"I got to go." Tim sighed. "Bruce'll kill me."

"He'll kill you if he knew you went out in your condition. Now take this."

Reluctantly, Tim followed Jason's orders, grabbing what Jason had to offer. He took it down with stride before handing the cup of water back to Jason. Jason then grabbed a throw blanket at the end of the bed and covered Tim.

"Now, get some sleep." Jason requested. "And don't get any ideas of leaving. I will be checking on you."

Tim rolled his eyes, finally accepting his fate. He turned on his side and curled up. Tim's eyes had no problem closing, actually relishing in the motion.

Jason waited a few minutes, watching as Tim fell into a deep sleep. Once he knew it was safe, Jason got up and exited the room. Resting my ass. Jason stated with a grin on his face, as he closed the door.

The following morning, Tim was still in bed. His temperature had gone down some, but Jason made it a point to stay on bed. Jason gave him some spare clothes to wear and let Tim take a brief shower, but he made it a point for Tim to stay in bed as his fever passed.

Several cups with varying amounts of water and orange juice and some crackers decorated the nightstand. Tim was a little troubled by the fact that Jason refused to give him any coffee, something that he heartily enjoyed in the morning.

Jason was in the room with him. He brought in a chair and use that. He wanted to keep enough of a distance between them so that he wouldn't catch Tim's fever. Jason also let Tim know that he used his phone to text Bruce, letting him know that he was staying the night at Jason's. Bruce responded with annoyance, but when presented with Tim's health, Bruce begrudgingly allowed him to stay until he got better.

"You didn't have to do all of this." Tim stated.

"I know," Jason admitted, "but you came here and I want you to get better. I couldn't just let you drag your sick ass across Gotham."

Tim chuckled at Jason's colorful statement. Of course Jason would be that blunt with it.

"Thank you."

"Just don't go telling anyone."

I will title each chapter with what the story will be centered around. This one is Sick, but you won't be able to see it until I post chapter 2.