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Once Upon a Flu	By : Ria Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people written about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I own nobody and this was just one of those things that I felt like putting out there. If you don't like it that's cool, but don't flame just because you have nothing better to do. I love constructive criticism, but this was really just something for shits and giggles. I might add something to this eventually, but I have no clue so I've kept my options open. Also, no money will be made from this story.

Jimmie frowned when he didn’t get an answer to his knock and tested the door. When it opened, he walked in and frowned deeper at the darkness. He flipped the light switch and gasped at the sight before him. The bed was in disarray and on it was a still figure that didn’t look anything like the man he’d come to see. Thankful that he had a key to the home for emergencies, he strode forward quickly. “God…”

Jeff Gordon looked up slowly as his eyes adjusted to the light. “Who is it?”

Jimmie Johnson frowned as he came over to sit next to Jeff on the bed. “Jeff? What is it? You look like hell.”

Jeff shrugged and sat up. He quickly regretted his actions as the room spun around him and he tried to cling to the vision that was his teammate. The rushing in his ears deafened him to what Jimmie was saying, but he looked scared. Blackness overcame him quickly and he didn’t know anything else.

Jimmie screamed Jeff’s name and caught the man to him so he didn’t fall hard on the bed. Once he lowered his boss down, he grabbed his phone and called an ambulance, sure that Jeff would scold him for the action later. He tried not to think about the amount of heat that was coming off of his friend or the soaking wet bed that proved that Jeff had been sweating buckets for who knew how long. When he hung up the phone, he began to pace.

Within moments, the paramedics were there and checking Jeff over. Jimmie used the cell phone again to call Rick, but then changed his mind. He called Chad Knaus instead and told him what was going on.

Chad told him that he’d meet him at whatever hospital they were going to. Jimmie got the information from the paramedics and Chad hung up to get ready for his impromptu trip.

Jimmie looked around and gathered up some of Jeff’s personal belongings before climbing into the back of the ambulance. He didn’t know much about medicine, but he could see the worried looks on the medics' faces when one of them began reading off the vitals of his best friend.

Chaos ensued at the hospital and Jimmie found himself standing in a waiting room alone, clutching the small bag with Jeff’s things and staring at the doors that the doctors had gone through. He felt himself shaking and tried to tell himself that it was just the adrenaline, but then the shaking became more intense and a voice broke through his panic.

“Jimmie! Hey, snap out of it!” Chad was beginning to think that Jimmie was going to be in the hospital if he didn’t answer him soon.

Jimmie turned and focused on Chad for a moment before realizing that he was real and then hugged his crew chief tightly. “Thank you for coming. I didn’t know who to call.”

Chad nodded and led Jimmie to a chair nearby. “Just tell me what happened.”

Jimmie released his death grip on the bag and let it drop into his lap before beginning. “Jeff was really upset about not winning the championship. I told him that he had in his own way because of the old points system, but he wouldn’t listen. He kept saying that he wasn’t good enough and that he had let the team down and that at least Rick had me to take over and I thought…I thought he was going to do something, Chad. I thought he was going to end it. I had heard rumors around the shop that he became depressed during his divorce, more so than what’s normal.”

Chad grabbed Jimmie’s hand. “Shit…are you telling me that he tried to kill himself over this?”

Jimmie shook his head. “I thought that at first. I was going to call someone, but finally I just talked myself into going over to see him. He wasn’t answering the phone and I have a key…for emergencies. Anyway, I went in and knocked on his bedroom door. It was closed, but not locked so I went in. I turned on the light and there he was. I thought he was dead.” His reddened eyes released some of the tears that shock had kept at bay. “But then he spoke and I thought he was okay. Then I got closer.” He shivered quickly. “He was so pale, Chad. He sat up and then…he fainted.”

Chad pulled his driver close and hugged him, wondering if Jimmie even knew that he had begun to sob. “Shhh. It’s okay. He’s here now. You got help for him. So what’s wrong with him then?”

“I don’t know. He was so hot. I mean burning up bad, Chad, and he was just so white.”

Chad looked around. “Don’t worry, someone will be out soon to tell us what’s going on. Do you want me to call Rick?”

Jimmie shook his head. “I was going to, but he’s been through so much.”

The crew chief nodded. “Good point. What about his stepfather?”

Jimmie shrugged. “I hadn’t thought about it. Maybe we should wait and see how bad it is.”

Chad agreed and the two men sat silently for the better part of an hour when a doctor came out. Jimmie jumped up and wiped his eyes. “Is he alright?”

The somber doctor nodded slowly. “Thanks to you, yes. He’s a very sick man. He woke up and authorized me to speak with you. He said you wouldn’t leave until I did anyway.” He smiled slightly. “Your Mr. Gordon has the flu. It’s nasty, too. He would have died from dehydration in another night.”

Jimmie trembled as he tried to wrap his mind around the thought. He was marrying Chandra in less than two weeks, but he knew that there was a part of him that loved Jeff as more than a friend. He couldn’t handle not seeing him on a regular basis, even if he was marrying someone else.

The doctor gestured toward a hallway. “He’ll be getting settled now. Would you like to see him?”

The two men just nodded and followed the doctor. Chad glanced in the room that they stopped at and frowned. “Oh Jimmie….he looks so weak.” He squeezed the driver’s shoulder. “I can wait out here for you.”

Jimmie smiled at him gratefully and walked in, not bothering to close the door because he had already talked to his crew chief about his feelings for the other man. He sat down and took Jeff’s hand, happy when his boss opened his eyes. “Hey you…”

Jeff licked his lips and squeezed Jimmie’s hand slightly. “Thank you. You saved me.”

Jimmie laughed through his own tears of relief. “Me? No, I was just trying to steal your widescreen TV and thought I’d do you a favor and not let you die alone.” He choked on the last words and leaned forward to bury his face against Jeff’s side. “Shit Jeff…you scared me.”

Jeff moved his other hand to stroke Jimmie’s hair. “I didn’t know I was getting so sick, honestly. I felt achy and laid down and the next thing I remember is you.”

Jimmie sighed softly as Jeff’s hand caressed him. “I thought that losing the championship had upset you so much that you…” He sat up and met Jeff’s eyes. “Promise that if things ever look so bad that you can’t face them, that you’ll call me. Promise that you’ll wait to talk to me first before you…do anything.”

Jeff smiled softly. “I wasn’t going to do anything, Jimmie. I was just venting, but I promise that if things get that bad I’ll go to you. I haven’t had anyone to call on for help since…” He felt his own tears then and blinked against them. “I had a good friend once…a secret friend. Our rivalry was so popular that we didn’t go too public with it, but Dale was my savior once upon a time.”

Jimmie smiled. “Dale Earnhardt? Really? I always knew that I guess. You two were my heroes.”

Jeff nodded. “He truly saved my life a few times. Now I guess I have you and Chandra to do that, huh?”

Jimmie was struck mute for a moment at his fiance’s name. “Oh…yeah, you’ll have both of us. Us and Chad.” He motioned for Chad to come in and looked at Jeff. “I didn’t know who else to call.”

Jeff held out his hand to Chad and grinned when the crew chief clasped it tightly. “Hey man, sorry about the fuss.”

Chad shook his head. “You just get better. Tell me…if you can’t make it to the banquet, does Robbie get to do your speech?”

Jeff laughed slightly. “Robbie would probably get up there and vomit.”

The three men laughed together at the image and allowed the tension to roll off of them. Eventually it got late and Jeff shooed them home, confident that he had people on his side to love him even when he couldn’t love himself.
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