Somebody Save Me From Myself (Open)

Ted was bouncing in his seat, he was so excited. He loved his house. "Aren't you excited? Im excited. I cant wait," he rambled, a wide smile on his face.

John chuckled tiredly. "I am... deep down. I'm just tired baby." He said, kissing Ted's cheek. He had to admit, it was good to see the man so happy after all that happened.

"You're gonna love my house. Its beautiful. I love it," Ted said as they pulled up to his house. "We're here!" He got out, grabbing their stuff and running inside.

John sighed and dragged his dog and himself inside. He looked around. It was big. It was huge. There was money everywhere. "Wow," He breathed. It was amazing. But he still didn't like over sized houses...

Ted was squealing, on his knees, making it rain money on himself. He loved his house.

John blinked at him, his mouth slight agape. "What kind of foolishness..." He trailed off. He cleared his throat. "Um, Teddy... that's a little creepy." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Ted stopped and looked at John. He cleared his throat and stood up. "Sorry," he said. "Im just excited to be home."

John chuckled. "It's okay- And Carlisle is eating your money." He said, looking at Carlisle who was chewing on a hundred dollar bill.

"What?!" Ted squeaked, looking at the dog then John. "Make him stop!"

John rolled his eyes. "Carlisle, loslassen." He commanded. The dog immediately spit out the money before sitting before John obediently. "There, now calm down." He said.

"John! Look at it! It has holes and slobber all over it! You told me he wouldnt eat my money!" Ted exclaimed, running a hand through his short hair.

John frowned. "Well if you were throwing it everywhere! What the hell do you expect a dog to do?" He asked, crossing his arms. This was ridiculous. Ted was a multi millionaire and he was worried about one one-hundred bill.

"I dont know! I never had one!" Ted said, then sighed. "Im gonna take our stuff upstairs," he said, walking up the stairs.

John sighs and follows Ted upstairs, into the bedroom. The bedroom his huge, and he smiles when he sees the large bed. He slips off his shoes, and climbs on and curls up in a ball in the middle, closing is eyes.

Ted set their stuff down before stripping to his boxers and climbing in bed next to John, pulling him close.

John snuggled close to Teddy, falling asleep instantly after murmuring one thing. "Love you, Teddybear..."

"I love you, too," Ted said before falling asleep himself.

John awoke the nest morning, feeling like shit. He felt sick, his stomach hurt and his nose was stuffed. He whimpered and curled into Ted's chest, shielding his eyes from the annoying light.

Ted shifted slightly when John curled against him. He wrapped his arms around John and held him close, still fast asleep.

John gagged a little, feeling like he was about to throw up. But he held it down. God, he felt horrible, he could sleep for the rest of the week if he could. He groaned, rubbing his stomach and sniffling slightly.

Teds eyes fluttered open and he glanced at John. "You okay, baby?" he asked.

John sniffled again. "Y-Yeah, just feel a little s-sick." He whispered hoarsely, his face buried in Ted's warm neck. He was freezing.

Ted wrapped his arms around John, holding him close. "I love you, baby," he whispered in John's ear. He knew it wouldn't make him better, but he wanted to say it.

John smiled softly. "I love you too." He whispered. Physically, it didn't make him feel better. But it made his heart warm, and that was enough for John. "I'm sorry my dog ate you money..." He whispered hoarsely.

"Its fine. Its just $100," Ted replied. "How about we get you in a nice, hot bubble bath?"