Been almost a year since I last posted anything. Ho hum.

Anyway, it's been a while since a kids' treasure-hunt/archaeology type show has been on the air, so I was intrigued when I saw the trailer for Unnatural History. I'd been hoping for it to be decent, and lo and behold, it actually was! Better than decent, even. Thus, the fic, because this is just how a geek might show affection towards a good story.

In any case, this fic is just a quiet moment in the aftermath of episode 5 (i.e. after the basketball brawl).

Disclaimer: No.

Not Quite Karma
by Kyuu

"I'm really starting to hate needles," Jasper grumbles, wriggling beneath the covers. "He didn't even swab me first."

Perched cross-legged on the foot of the bed, Henry raises his eyebrows. "You know, I met a woman in Bangkok who used gold acupuncture needles as cosmetic ornaments."

Jasper unfurrows his own brow for a moment to give his cousin a proper deadpan. "Great. Thanks for the make-up tip, Hen."

"You're welcome," he replies instinctively. After a second when his brain catches the sarcasm, he shifts his legs a bit with embarrassment. "And in any case, needles are saving you in these situations, not getting you into them."

"No, no. That's what you're for, Henry," Jasper says with a sigh before shutting his eyes and pulling the covers to his neck. His forehead, Henry notices, is shiny with sweat, glowing golden in the lamplight.

"Why does all the weird stuff always have to happen to my body?" It is a quiet, tired afterthought. And Henry recognizes it for a rhetorical question, but he still ponders it over. It's not karma—Jasper may be sort of a jerk sometimes, but that's almost a form of affection for him. Reaching for the cold compress on the night table, Henry wipes his cousin's forehead and, after a moment's hesitation, rests his palm against it. Coming up with no good answer for Jasper's question, Henry offers a stolid, "Sorry."

Jasper's eyelids slide open and their gazes meet. The skin of his hand still against the skin of the other's forehead, Henry can feel Jasper's eyebrows shift beneath his thumb.

In the quiet of the evening, a dog's barks float in through the open window with the breeze, and the faint clatters of dinner cooking rise from the kitchen below.

A/N: All the ho-yay in the show is hilarious. "Butt-posse." Oh, writers.