Spark Inside

ch 1

"Not to get in the way of this domestic, you useless idiot gays, but you look a bit flush Sam, you think you might be a bit feverish." Penny said as she stood and reached over for Sam's forehead.

"I'm fine, Penny, just tired." Sam sighed as she took a crude mesurement of Sam's temperature.

"Well besides needing to wash your face you seem fine." Penny mumbled.

"Thanks for caring, mum." Sam whined with a smile, he leaned back into the chair.

"Well, I'm just looking out for you. You all would have probably died by now if I wasn't here." Penny huffed.

"That is valid." Elvis called over.

"I like to think we aren't completely useless firefighter Morris." Steele called.

"Of course sir." Penny chimed.

Arnold arrived next to Sam.

"I got you a cup," Arnold said, a mug between his hands.

"Thank you, Arnold." Sam said, opening an eye to take the cup. "You didn't over sugar it, right?"

"Of course not!"

"And it's decaf."

"Uh-"

"Maybe the caffeine will do me good today, thank you, Arnold." Sam patted Arnold's arm reafermingly. Arnold smiled.

"You're welcome, Sam."

Sam took a few sips then finnaly settled in for a rest as the group around still chattered. The sun was warm and the chair was even comfier than the couch, he just started to doze off when the kitchen started to produce sweet smells of cooking.

"What kind of fish is that, Elvis?" Ellie called to the main cook.

"No idea, Charlie unloaded a few pounds of over stock on us over the weekend, so I picked a few who looked the same and I'm winging it." Elvis called.

"Smells like haddock." Sam said quietly as he caught a smell. As the smell floated around Sam, the normally comforting and framiliar smell of cooking fish, particularly his brothers most lucky catch, started to grip at his stomach uncomfortably, causeing his head to rush with dizziness, he shifted and tried to take a sip of tea but the second the drink hit his tounge the feeling of unease jumped in magnitude, and he dropped his tea on the table next to him and sprinted to the bathroom.

The group watched him leave, mostly confused. Elvis passed his apron on to Arnold.

"I don't even manage to burn fish." Elvis said as he went to follow Sam.

At the door of the bathroom, Elvis knocked quietly.

"Sammy, Sammy are you ok? Elvis said softly. Sam moaned in annoyance and slight pain between gags, Elvis pushed the door open slightly. "Do you need anything?" Elvis asked. Sam caught his breath sharply, the taste of the bile that had come up making him feel just as sick as the smell had.

"G-glass of water, please." Sam gasped, not being able to stand from the floor at the moment. Elvis filled the mug on the sink counter and passed it to Sam. He sat on the floor next to Sam.

"Think you have the flu? You got your shots so I don't see how you would have caught it." Elvis said softly, rubbing Sam's back.

"Could explain why I've been so tired." Sam gagged. Elvis pushed Sam's curls out of his face and placed a soft hand on the gagging man's head. Elvis hummed as he moved his hand across

Sam's features, face turning In thought as he felt Sam closely.

"Your not even a little warm." Elvis finally said, Sam huffed.

"Maybe I just had something bad at breakfast?" Sam suggested.

"I would be sick too, babe." Elvis frowned a little and huffed.

"Maybe we should have Helen look at you, just in case, even when your sick you don't throw up normally, I'd rather be safe than sorry." Elvis sighed.

"I don't want to waste her time, I feel fine now, let's just go back to lunch." Sam stood from the floor and flushed the toilet.

"Alright, but if you still feel sick I'm calling Helen." Elvis said, standing as well.

Some yelling sounded from the other room.

"Arnold probably burnt lunch." Elvis sighed, he took Sam by the sleeve and pulled him along to the kitchen, where Penny and Steel where putting out the greens as Ellie chewed out Arnold.
Elvis put his hands on his hips.

"Alright, what happened to my lunch!" Elvis called, Ellie picked up Arnold by the shoulder and pushed him towards Elvis.

"Somebody set fire to it." Ellie barked.

Elvis took a glance at the damage and walked over, turning off the burner on the fish. He turned back to Arnold.

"You didn't even have to do anything but flip the fish Arnold," Elvis said, he crossed his arms. "At least we still have the main, I guess it can be a light lunch. Thank you for that, Arnold."

"I remember you not being much better as a younger lad, Cridlington." Steele said as he put down a fire extinguisher.

"To be fair the only time I set dinner on fire it was Norman's fault." Elvis exclaimed.

"And Christmas." Steele added with a smug grin.

"Ok look I don't know how he-"

They all turned as the sudden noise of Sam sprinting back to bathroom rang.

"Sam I'm calling Helen!" Elvis yelled after Sam.