The CHBs: FanFictions

It was about two weeks after Finlay had introduced and showed the CHBs around Camp Half-Blood. But, everything went south when he seemed to up and disappear.

Over the next two weeks, everyone got worried. Until a knock on the door brought Tristan's attention. He opened the door and his green eyes went wide. Finlay, soaked like a cat, stood on the porch.

"Finlay! Come in, come in before you get sick." He pulled Finlay into the house and quickly forced him out of the wet clothing, wrapping one of his old sweaters around his friend.

"T-t-thanks Trissy."

"Of course, Finny. GUYS!" His voice sounded through the house. From upstairs came the sound of feet pounding. First downstairs were the girls, who immediately lit up when they saw Finlay. Then, Levin and Chase followed, Chase immediately attacking Finlay, fingers quickly taking hold of his wrist and feeling his pulse.

"Chase?"

"Shush." His black eyes pierced Finlay as he pointed to a couch positioned close to the fire.

"Sit." Finlay cast a longing glance towards the stairs, towards his room, but obeyed with a sigh.

Chase followed him and pushed him into a lying position, fingers quickly prodding over Finlay.

"Finny, consider yourself my patient for the reminder of break." Finlay groaned, casting Chase a dark glare, gaining himself a slap on the head.

"Don't even think about it, Finlay Jason Cledwyn." Chase's tone was dark as his eyes as he added,

"And before you say anything, I will help you upstairs and look you over completely. Am I clear?"

Finlay frowned, but sighed. Chase helped him into a standing position and slowly led Finlay upstairs, allowing him to crawl into his bed and it seemed like Finlay was going to sleep, but Chase quickly put a stop to that.

"Disrobe and lie on top of the blankets. And please, don't protest." Finlay slowly obeyed and his eyes closed, shivering as the cold air hit him.

Chase started the examination, fingers prodding and poking, casting medical spells every once in a while. Finlay's eyes flickered slightly as he coughed hard, getting Chase's gaze and his disapproving frown.

"Finny..." Finlay's gaze landed on the young man by his bed, wand out.

"What?" Chase grumbled to himself as he continued the examination, finally putting his wand away and handing Finlay a potion.

"Take that." Finlay blinked at his instructions, but obeyed. Right as the potion hit his throat, he started to cough extremely hard. Chase spun around from his position at Finlay's desk and quickly moved over to Finlay, taking his wrist before shushing him gently.