#cat is the cofounder and ill be treasurer

[shattered-catalyst]

//Im sick I think and one time @juliansrichter was sick too and Catalyst had no flaming idea what to do. So I drabbled it out for cute. Plus I really want the soup Rictor is making in this. My coworker gave me some a few weeks ago with chiles from her home town that she brought all the way from Mexico. It was so fucking good. I may try making some over the weekend.

Julian is juliansrichter this is a fan drabble take my fan love Julian!

It all started one day with a sniffle, and that escalated to a cough.

Catalyst had initially thought Julian was fine. Obviously, otherwise Rictor and Shatterstar would have looked worried. But the coughing became deeper and raspier. The sniffles louder. Hovering near Julian’s side of the room he watched his brother burrow deeper under the blankets, trembling slightly. “Julian??” Fingers grazing the blankets nervously.

No answer.

“Julian??” He inches closer, crouching by the bed hand gingerly touching where he thought Julian’s head was. “Star??”

A grunt and a groan later, Julian Silverstar Richter’s head emerged. Curls scattering as he glared at that stupid stupid face. “Wut?”

“Are you, alright?? You seem very cold....”

“M’ sick ah tink.” 

Eyes wide Catalyst was on his feet and out the door before Julian could grab him.

“Papa!!! Father!! Julian is ill!!!”

Four hours later Cat’s still hovering by the couch where Julian was sprawled out. Buried under five heavy blankets. There were mutters of ‘stop staring at me thats creepy’ and ‘im not dying stop’. But otherwise Catalyst just kept up a vigil. 

Nervous. How sick was sick?? Was it very badly sick?? Or common cold like in commercials sick?? Either way he didn’t like how Julian had shivered until the cold medicine had taken affect. Or the way he had coughed and his voice was all scratchy and rough. Not smooth like he knew it was. Fumbling with the knitting needles he ties off another mitten for Julian. Now if his hands got cold he’d-

“god- dammit! cat m’ not gunna deh!” Julian groaned, one eye peeking open. “papaaaa make f‘ea ‘eaavee me a’onnee”

“Julian, I made you mittens are your hands col-”

“He has a cold, flea! He isnt dying! Come help with this soup.” Rictor’s voice called from the kitchen. “You’ve been hovering in there all day!”

“Do not worry Julian I have been reassured by papa this chicken and chile soup is a potent cure.” 

 Popping into the kitchen he leaned up on his toes to see into the big pot on the stove. Chicken simmering and breaking apart in chunks. Coriander, garlic, onion,chiles, and corn simmering alongside it in the broth. It smelled fantastic and he couldn’t wait to try some too. There was enough here for an army.

“Ah! Back! Its not finished yet!” Dodging a spoon Cat jostled jovially against Rictor before the older man hip checked him away from the stove. “Get the dishes cleaned up.”