AN: The following is a collection of scenes which, for whatever reason, were not included in or were rewritten for my multi-chapter stories. As of right now, these stories are: All Those Things You Fear, Through the Eyes of Madness, and Down the Rabbit Hole. They *can* be read alone, but you should read the stories they came from first, due to potential spoilers. I'll tell you where things came from and add some 'location notes' where necessary.

I forgot to put this scene into All Those Things You Fear. Really. Be gentle-my teachers follow the 'death by exams' way of life. It comes early on-before Kitty finds out about Granny's birds.

"Dear god, Jonathan, you look like death."

"M'fine."

"You look terrible. Lean over."

He leans over and lets her put her hand on his forehead. He doesn't really like the sensation of human contact.

"You're burning up."

He has nothing to say to that. She drops her hand and gets up, only to come back with a blanket.

"I don't…"

"There we go. How are you feeling?"

Much warmer, actually, but still. He was fine to begin with and he's fine now.

"M'fine." he says again. She frowns at him and he shrugs. True's true. "Honest."

"For heaven's sake, love." Love? She hasn't called him that before. Now there's a fluttery feeling in his stomach. "You don't look good, not at all."

"I don't feel very well." he admits. She doesn't look surprised.

"Go home and go to bed."

"I don't feel that bad."

She give him an odd look.

"Lie down, then. Honestly, you look like death."

He sneezes-that can't be winning him any points here-and resists a bit when she tugs on his sweater to make him lie down. He ends up on the bed with the blanket around his shoulders and his head in her lap. He doesn't recall wanting to do this, but he's comfortable anyway.

"Kitty, I don't…"

"Be quiet, you sound like a dying frog." He sighs. "You really should go home and get some sleep, love."

There's that word again, followed by the fluttery feeling in his stomach. He knows it really doesn't mean much, but he likes it anyway.

"Kitty…"

"I mean it."

He shrugs and nestles into her lap. This really is quite comfortable. He'll just have to remember that it isn't permanent.

"No."

"Go to sleep, then. Sweet dreams, love." He feels her take his glasses off and wonders if she'll ask him for homework help now. That's all people ever want. Well, that and their own personal punching bag.

She doesn't ask for anything and after a few minutes, he hears her open a book. Wow. Maybe she's waiting for him to be nearly asleep to spring something on him.

"Jonathan, are you all right?"

"Yes."

"You're tense."

That's normal. She'll figure it out eventually. Or not-nobody else has. Then again, everybody else is an idiot.

"Mm."

"Just go to sleep."

He shivers and feels her tug the blanket around his shoulders. Well? Isn't she going to bother him about homework or something?

"I don't want to write your essay, Kitty." There. Better to get it out of the way now.

"What on…why in the world would you be writing my essay? I can write my own essay."

Huh?

"But…"

"For heaven's sake…is that what you think? That I'm using you?"

Well, it won't be the first time! He's not an idiot, thank you very much!

"Um…"

"Don't be a goose."

But…but…oh, never mind. He's confused and now he has a headache. Maybe he's delirious or something.

"Go to sleep."

He's very, very confused and at a loss for what to say. Perhaps he should keep his mouth shut and just not move.

"But I…"

"I mean it, Jonathan. You need to either go home and go to bed or go to sleep."

Sleep…sleep sounds great right now. He's very comfortable, perhaps…

"Sorry."

"Shh. Sweet dreams, love."

There's that word again. Maybe she's serious after all.

He keeps his eyes closed and grips the blanket. He doesn't really want to entertain the idea that she is serious, because then she'll arrange some sort of humiliating prank. They always do. That said, she sounded serious, and nothing's happened yet, and…oh, forget it. He'll worry about this later.

"Kitty?"

"Yes?"

He doesn't remember what he was going to say. Dammit.

"Never mind."

She ruffles his hair-was that really necessary?-and picks up her book again. He yawns and hopes she really is serious.