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  So Mature

Will leaned against the counter at the nurse's station with a sigh. He was dreading the upcoming battle between him and Jay. Jay's arch nemesis, the flu shot, was due once again and it was up to Will to figure out how to give it to Jay. The last few years it had gotten steadily harder to trick Jay into getting the shot and Will was running out of ideas.  He might just have to go with bribery, pizza and beer, lots of beer.

 "Don't hurt yourself thinking so hard," Natalie whispered in Will's ear, making him jump in the air with a "very manly" shriek

 "Don't do that!" Will gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

 Laughing, Natalie smiled at her friend teasingly. "I heard Jay's been wandering the halls trying to avoid you right now. That time of the year again?"

 "Yup," Will nodded. "Voight said he couldn't leave the building until I've given him the flu shot and Jay seems to think that means he just has to avoid me until my shift is over, and then he can leave." 

 A look of confusion crossed Natalie's face. "But that doesn't make sense."

 "It does to Jay and unfortunately he is probably right." Will groaned in frustration. "Unless I can bribe him or I don't know, tranq him like a wild animal, he isn't getting that shot."

 "Well-then," Natalie started, looking quite pleased with herself. "You'll be pleased to hear that he has currently gotten his arm stuck in the vending machine on the fourth floor. You know the one that never gives you what you pay for." 

 Will looked like he had just been given a gift straight from God and an evil smile started spreading across his face. "April! It's time! Get the kit!" 

 April's head perked up from behind the counter, she stood up, frantically gathering the needed supplies, least they be too late and Jay actually manages to free himself. She headed over towards Will with a determined face, ignoring the confused look from Ethan who had just walked up to the group. He only became more confused when the two quickly started applying, what could be considered "war paint" to their faces.

 "Ok, I feel like I've missed something important." Ethan turned towards Natalie. "What in the world are those two doing."

 "Going into battle," Will answered.

 "Ah huh," Ethan nodded slowly, looking more confused than before.

 Taking pity on her co-worker Natalie answered, "They are going to go try to give Jay a flu shot. They do this every year, I think it's like a game between the three of them."

 "And Jay doesn't want the flu shot?" Ethan asked.

 "Correct."

 "Then why doesn't he just leave the building?" At this point Ethan was unsure if he was ever going to understand what was happening. 

 "Because his boss said he had to, but he's been avoiding Will for the past few hours until just a few minutes ago, when he got his arm stuck in a vending machine." 

 "Can't run away when your arm is trapped in a vending machine," Will cackled, scaring Ethan slightly. The Halstead brothers had a weird relationship that was for sure.

 "Shouldn't you be more worried about the fact that his arm is stuck inside a machine rather than the fact that you can hold him down easily?" 

 April smacked Ethan on the arm as her and Will headed towards the stairs. "Don't ruin this for us." 

 "Yeah Ethan, don't ruin this for us," Will mimicked. "

 Ethan threw his hands up, "Sorry for trying to be an adult here."

 "Being an adult is overrated," Natalie called, following after her two friends. 

 Poor Jay, in the time that she had known him, food had always been his downfall. She was pretty sure last year, Will had literally laid Nutter Butters down in a line to try to lure Jay out of his hiding spot. It worked too. Everyone had stood around listening to the screams and screeches thinking it was Jay throwing a fit. That had quickly changed when Will walked out five minutes later looking like he'd just gone ten rounds with a wild animal. Jay on the other hand looked fine, other than the mark he was rubbing on his arm, and made sure to taunt his older brother about screaming like a girl. The Halstead brother's really made things entertaining. 

 "Jay! Oh, Jay," Will sang loudly as he walked down the hall towards his struggling brother. "I found you!" April followed along behind him playing the Jaws theme from her phone. 

 "Back up!" Jay yelled, frantically trying to free his arm. God damn Nutter Butters had betrayed him again. He watched as the spawns of Satan approached him. "Come on, Will. We can talk about this, let's just be rational." 

 "Oh, I am being rational. It would be irrational to allow this opportunity to pass me by." Will smiled at his brother. "Don't worry I'll give you a band aid and make it allllll better after," he promised sweetly before narrowing his eyes.  "Get him."

 "Get off me, you ginger bitch!"

 "Stop struggling!"

 "He bit me!"

"Bite him back! Don't you dare let him go, April!" 

 "This is ridiculous behavior for adults. How is this even healthy for someone with a phobia?" Ethan asked from beside Natalie, watching the struggle before them.

 "Normally I'd agree, but for some reason this works for Jay. The first year I met Jay, and he had to get the flu shot, he ended up having a panic attack and passing out. This helps for some reason, maybe it feels a bit like a game?" Natalie sighed, when Ethan gave her an incredulous look. 

 "Weirdos," Ethan deadpanned. "I'm going to go call the fire department, so that we can get Jay free."

 "Bring a crowbar too," Natalie called after him. "Pretty sure we'll need it to pry April and Jay off each other."

 "Mmhmm, I'll get right on that."

 Later that evening Will and Jay were lounging on the old beat up couch Jay refused to get rid of. Both of them were sporting ice packs across their bodies, while slowly shoveling pizza into their mouths. Jay stared at his older brother with a pout until Will finally said something. 

 "Stop pouting, you knew I'd win. I always do and always will." Will took a sip of his beer, smirking victoriously when Jay started glaring at him.

 "No, asshole, not that. I'm upset because I went through all that and didn't even get my candy! Today was bullshit." Jay grumbled, plopping down across Will's lap. He sat up slightly to glare at Will again though. "And for the record you didn't win anything, the vending machine won. Told you the machines were going to take over one day, this is just the start."

 Will laughed, ruffling Jay's hair fondly. "You can be such a kid sometimes you know that?"

 "Lies, I'm the maturest person you know. Now carry me to bed, I've been assaulted and my legs don't work."

 "Ah, yes, so very mature."

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  All Better?

Will had known from the age of six that he'd grow up to be a doctor. He could pinpoint the exact moment the idea was planted in his head. It was one of his fondest memories and never failed to make him smile. Sometimes, when he was stressed, or sad Will would think back on it and almost immediately feel better. Guess childhood memories had that effect.

 Reaching out with his hand to tightly grip Jay's, Will let out a shuddering breath. Tears blurred his vision as he tried to recall those memories up now. Anything to help reconcile the image of his brother's prone and broken body laying before him. Anything to help drown out the continuous beeping of the heart monitor in the corner. He supposed that it should grant him a small amount of comfort but unfortunately all it did was remind how much of a failure he was as a brother.

 So instead, he imagined the beeping turning into the sound of Jay's laughter, echoing down the hallway of their childhood home. His small and unsteady feet trying their hardest to keep up with Will as they ran around the furniture.

 At the respective ages of five and two, both brothers were bundles of boundless energy. Unfortunately for Jay, he hadn't quite developed the fine motor functions required to weave his way around all the furniture and toys without bumping into something. Will could still remember the exact feeling of horror he had, when upon turning around to gloat victoriously from atop the couch, he saw Jay trip over the edge of the rug and smack the ground with a loud thud.

 Jay went chin first, sliding a few inches across the carpet. Both boys were silent for a few seconds before Jay's face scrunched up in pain and he let out a loud wail. Will frantically slid off the couch and ran towards Jay, praying their father wouldn't wake up. He had just gotten home from a graveyard shift a few hours ago and was supposed to be watching them while their mother was at a doctor's appointment, but as soon as the door had closed behind her, their father had rounded on Will. The instructions had been clear. 

 "You are responsible for Jay and you will under no circumstances, wake me before my alarm goes off."

 Panicking slightly, Will pulled Jay onto his lap as best he could. Jay was clutching his chin with a hand and sobbing, his face red with anger. Gently Will pulled Jay's hand away from his chin, frowning at the rug burn. 

 "It's ok," Will said confidently. "I can make it better, but you have to be big like me and not cry. We don't want daddy to wake up. Can you be big like me?" Will asked.

 Jay smashed his lips together tightly to keep from crying, chin quivering. He ended up looking more grumpy than brave but Will wasn't about to mention it. Slowly they stood up, Will grabbing Jay's hand and pulling him towards the bathroom. 

 With great determination Will managed to help Jay climb up and sit on the edge of the tub, just like their mama did when she cleaned up Will's scrapes and cuts. Giving Jay a quick kiss on the head, Will climbed up onto the counter, grabbing all the necessary items before sliding back down onto the floor. 

 "You're doing a good job," Will reminded Jay when he started to sniffle again. "Don't worry, it'll be all better soon."

 Will opened the bottle of rubbing alcohol and tried to carefully pour it on the rag he held. Unfortunately it ended up spilling more onto the floor than the rag. Jay giggled slightly at the mess, laughing harder when Will stuck his tongue out at him. It was nice to hear Jay laugh, knowing he was the one that made him feel better.

 "Be brave," Will said. "This is going to sting but then you get a bandaid. We even have blue ones." Holding the bandaids out for Jay, Will took advantage of the distraction they provided, and quickly dabbed the rag across Jay's rug burn, praising him so he wouldn't start crying again. Once that was done Will blew gently across the wound until it dried and applied a blue bandaid. He examined his handy work for a second before adding a bunch more, just in case.

 "All bedder?" Jay asked, staring wide eyed up at Will when he was finally done.

 "Mmhmm, all better." Will confirmed with a nod of satisfaction. Mama would be proud of him right now. "C'mon let's go get some popcorn and watch tv." 

 Will smiled slightly to himself at the memory. Their mother had come home an hour later to find them cuddled up on the couch watching cartoons and shoving their faces with popcorn. He had been so proud of himself that day and any other time he'd needed to patch Jay up. His younger brother had been a bit of a wild child, always getting himself hurt trying to do dangerous things.

 After that day though, Jay wanted to do everything Will did, looking up to Will like he was a hero. Will wished he could have lived up to Jay's expectations, been the hero he needed. He didn't feel like a hero much right now, he just felt like a failure. 

 "It's not your fault." Connor's voice sounded from the doorway. 

 "You don't know what you're talking about." Will snapped back, purposely refusing to look at the other man. His grip on Jay's hand tightened when he heard Connor make his way into the room, standing at the edge of the bed.

 "I do actually, because no matter how hard you try you can't control someone else's actions. You didn't make your father push Jay down a flight of steps, just like you didn't make Jay go over there."

 Snarling in anger, Will whipped around to glare at Connor. "Don't you dare try and blame Jay for this. I should have known something would happen and stopped it, that's my job as his brother. I'm supposed to protect him."

 Connor held his hands up placatingly, "I'm not blaming him and I'm not blaming you, no matter how much you think you deserve it. You had no idea something like this could happen. Your father, the one who pushed him, didn't even know. It was pure bad luck Jay fell the way he did."

 Will shook his head, "Doesn't change anything, I knew that one day our dad would go too far." He turned back to face Jay. "Dad was already pissed that he was being moved into a new place, I shouldn't have let Jay go help him alone. I can't make this better. I can't fix the fact that our father almost killed him."

 "I know I'm not going to be able to change your mind on that but I'm sure as hell, that your brother is going to be pissed when he wakes up and sees you like this." Connor forced Will to look at him. "You can't go back in time and stop this from happening, but if you want to help your brother then you can stop wallowing in self guilt. The only thing that can come from that is hurting yourself and Jay because lord knows, he is exactly like you. He sees you suffering and he will feel just as guilty as you do now and he sure as hell doesn't need that extra stress."

 Connor didn't want to be mean to Will right now but no one was doing anything and he couldn't just sit back and allow Will to self destruct. They may have their arguments but Will was still his friend and what else are friends for, then to be there, lending a helping hand to pull you back onto your feet when you need it most. Right now, Will definitely needed that hand.

As much as Will wanted to argue that he should be suffering alone with Jay, he knew Connnor was right. Jay would spot his guilt from a mile away and ignore his own health just to ease Will's suffering. They were too much alike for comfort sometimes. "I need him to be alright." 

 "He will be," Connor said confidently, even though he knew better. "He is already showing remarkable improvement from when he was brought in. The swelling around his brain has reduced to a comfortable enough level for them to remove the drain later tonight. You might be stubborn as hell but I'm pretty sure Jay has you trumped there. No way in hell he'll let this take him out."

 Will let out a weak laugh. "Your right. That pains me to say, by the way."

"I generally am," Connor said, feeling slightly better now that Will seemed to be coming out of his funk. "I'll be back to check up on both of you later." He gave Will a comforting pat on the back before making his way out of the room, stopping when he heard Will call his name.

 "Thank you," Will said. "I needed to hear that." Connor nodded his head, leaving as quietly as he arrived.

 Will turned back to his brother, focusing all his attention on the injured man. He leaned in, whispering in Jay's ear, "I promise you that no matter what happens, I'm always going to be there for you. I know I wasn't there for you after I left for college but I'll never leave you again. You just have to come back to me." Will choked out the last sentence, bowing his head in prayer. 

 A few hours passed until Jay was taken to have the drain removed. Will stood in the hallway watching them take his little brother away. He knew it would be a while before they returned so he found a spot where his co-workers couldn't find him easily. Natalie had been eyeing him with great concern and he knew she wanted to talk to him but right now he just needed a moment alone, to gather his thoughts before Jay came back. Finding an empty room to hole up in, Will sunk down with his head between his knees, allowing his mind to wander to better times again. A time when he had been there to protect Jay.

 Will had never been one for violence, that was more Jay's area, even for someone who came from Canary Ville. Sure, he knew how to throw a swing or two but he'd rather avoid it if he could. Unfortunately it was something the bullies in his grade had noticed rather quickly. They'd throw a punch once or twice, maybe say some rude things, but it never really bothered him that much. Most of it never even phased him enough for more than a passing thought.

 Jay on the other hand took great offense to it when he found out, which wasn't until his freshman year and Will's senior year. It was just dumb luck Will had been walking by when he was close enough to hear Jay confront one of his bullies. Now Jay, unlike his older brother, loved to get into fights. He might not have been large in size, his growth spurt came a little late in the height department, but he didn't take shit from anybody and loved to have a chance to prove himself. So of course when he decided to take care of the people messing with his older brother he had to confront the largest one of the bunch. A large jock who looked like he might be taking steroids.

 Will had heard Jay's yelp as he went sprawling to the ground, struggling to stand back up when the jock's foot kicked him in the side. He went back down to the ground, wind knocked out of him. Will's entire body seemed to burn with anger and all he could think about was beating the living hell out of the asshole attacking his brother. At the time he was unaware that Jay had started the fight, not that it would have mattered, and simply assumed the jock had decided that Jay was an easy target like his brother.

 "Hey!" Will shouted, dropping his things and running towards the fight. 

 "Well would you look at this, your brother wants a beating too." The jock smirked down at Jay, completely ignoring Will. The smile was knocked off his face when Will spun him around delivering a swift punch to the nose. The bully  howled and stumbled back, surprised that the other male had actually hit him and that it hurt so much. "You bastard! You're going to pay for that!"

 "Fuck you," Will yelled, hitting him with an upper cut in the solar plexus, knocking the breath out of him. As the jock gasped for air, Will quickly punched him in the kidney and his body spasmed for a second. Blinded with anger, Will hit him again and again screaming obscenities, until someone was pulling him away.

 "Will! Stop!" Jay yelled, pulling his brother away from the whimpering mess on the ground. 

Will panted heavily for a second, taking a moment to catch his breath, before noticing the large crowd that had gathered around them. 

"We gotta go before a teacher shows up," Jay urged, continuing to tug on his older brother's arm. Will allowed himself to be pulled away from glaring at the writhing mess on the ground. "That was so cool, I knew you could take him."

  Will groaned at his little brother. "Did you plan this?" He wouldn't put it past the little brat, Jay was surprisingly conniving when he wanted to be. 

 "Of course not," Jay said with a smirk. "We should probably skip the rest of the day. I doubt he'll rat on you but it might be better not to test it." 

 Will chose not to respond but allowed Jay to lead him off campus. He watched as Jay chatted on about how cool Will was, his smile bright as could be even though he was obviously going to have a nasty black eye tomorrow, if not within the next few hours. Jay bruised easily, their mother said it was because his skin was so pale. 

 They made their way to a nearby park to sit down for a few minutes, while Will examined Jay's head. "Why did he go after you?" Will finally asked. 

  "Well," Jay started sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "I might have started it."

 "Seriously? C'mon man you're like half his size, why would you do that?" Will asked, feeling frustrated.

"Because he's an ass to you! He can't just treat you like that, someone had to stop him."

Jay yelled, quick to defend himself. He might have miscalculated his abilities but Will showed up and everything had been fine, better than fine. "You kicked his ass, Will. Why were you letting him mess with you if you didn't have too?"

 "Because it doesn't bother me and despite what dad says, fighting isn't the answer to everything." Will flopped onto his back on the grass once he was sure Jay was going to be fine. "Besides. I got lucky. I surprised him and knew enough anatomy to know where to hit him. Probably got lucky hitting the right spots too."

 Cocking his head to the side, Jay looked curiously at his brother. "What do you mean? What's anatomy got to do with punching a dude."

 "Hit a guy in the solar plexus you knock the breath out of them, hit them on the kidney it will kinda paralysis them with pain. At least that's what I got from the book." Will looked over at Jay staring at him in awe. "Don't give me that look, it's also really dangerous. You can seriously hurt someone and I shouldn't have done it. So don't go trying it on someone, you little maniac."

 Jay smiled innocently, "Who me? I would never."

 "You're a menace," Will groaned.

"I know but I'll always have you to make it all better," Jay replied with a cheeky grin.

  The door to the room he was in opened, distracting Will from the memory.  He looked up to see Natalie standing in the doorway, silently asking to join him. Sighing, he waved her in, patting the spot next to him.

"I'm going to be ok," Will informed her. "Just needed some time to get myself together." 

"I know." Natalie sat down next to him, reaching over to hold his hand tightly. "But if you need someone to lean on, I'm here. You might have to be strong for Jay but you don't have to be for me." 

 Will gave her a watery smile, clutching her hand tighter in his. "Thank you. I might have to take you up on that when Jay starts driving me up the wall about getting back to work."

They laughed with each other before falling into a comfortable silence. Natalie broke the quiet, "They wrapped everything up a few minutes ago, they should be bringing Jay out soon. All the scans are looking good so far."

 "Do you think I'll have to tell him what happened?" Will asked suddenly.

 Natalie faltered for a moment before giving Will a weak smile. "You might have too, or someone else could do it. Connor or I, maybe Voight?" 

 "Lord, no. Not Voight." Will shuddered. As much as Voight might care about his team, gently breaking bad news to someone was never going to be something Will could imagine him doing. Although, being a cop probably required it fairly often so he might actually be good at it. Still though, this was Will's job. "I should be the one to tell him."

 "Ok." Natalie stood up, offering a hand to help pull Will up. "Should probably get back there, wouldn't want to miss your spot next to his bed. I hear it's the most wanted seat in the hospital right now."

 Laughing, Will allowed Natalie to help him to his feet. "His team only dreams they could have that spot, I'm almost certain I nearly grew roots there earlier." 

 The two laughed together as they made their way back to Jay's room. Seeing his brother already back in the room, Will quickly made his way to the chair beside him and grabbed his hand again. He heard Natalie get a call for an incoming trauma, so he settled down as comfortably as possible to wait out the time until Jay woke up. A few visitors came by, mostly the intelligence unit, but other than that Will was left alone with his thoughts until he finally fell asleep. 

 A sharp painful yank came from Will's scalp causing him to swat the air. "Stop." The tugging continued, growing incessantly more annoying every time. Whining, Will swatted the air again in an attempt to make it stop.

 "Willll, oh Willll, wake up you weirdo." Jay's voice slurred. 

Will shot straight up at the sound of his brother's voice, quickly remembering where he was. "Jay! Oh, thank god."  

 Jay smiled dopely up at his brother. "They gave me the good drugs."

 Will had trouble keeping his laughter at bay watching Jay act so completely out of character. "I can tell, you seem like you've been awake for awhile."

 "Yup," Jay continued to smile brightly, even though he was obviously falling asleep already. "I told'em no, good drugs, but they said yes, good drugs. You think Voight is gonna be mad they gave me drugs." Jay started speaking in a whisper. "Drugs are bad."

Will couldn't keep the smile off his face, just so happy Jay seemed to be completely fine mentally. He bent his head giving the back of Jay's hand a kiss, ignoring the whines about cooties, thanking every deity out there that Jay was ok. 

 "Get some more sleep," Will ordered, noticing Jay struggling to keep his eyes open. 

 Jay nodded sleepily, "Everything's going to be all better?"

 "Yeah, everything's going to be all better," Will promised, brushing Jay's hair gently out of his face as the younger male drifted off to sleep. If there was one thing he'd learned thinking back on his past, it was that he may not always be there to prevent Jay from getting hurt, but he sure as hell would be there after. He would never abandon Jay when he needed Will, because after all, what else are big brothers for?

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