"This is so not happening." Shaw grumbled as she sneezed for what seemed to be the millionth time that morning. "I am not getting sick." Her tone was threatening, but this was one fight where a gun would do her no good. She sneezed again, causing curses to spew from her mouth before she slammed her apartment door on her way out.
"You really should do something for that cold, sweetie." Root coaxed as they were cleaning the guns in the artillery closet. "I do not have a cold!" She spat out, sending her into a fit of coughing. Root rolled her eyes. "Come on, Sam, let's get you better." Shaw gave Root an even bigger eye roll. Usually, she would never have followed Root, but two days of coughing, sneezing, and a pounding headache can wear anyone down. So, Shaw let down her guard and actually stalked after Root, out of the subway. She followed her for many blocks until they reached a familiar apartment building. Shaw recognized this as Root's complex. Not that she'd ever admit to knowing that, but she had tracked the hacker to her home on occasion just to make sure Root had made it out alive of whatever stupid thing the Machine had her doing. "Root..." Shaw gave the hacker a menacing stare. "Trust me." Root gave Shaw her signature smile and opened the door. Root's apartment was surprisingly well furnished, despite the little time she spent there. "Sit." Root commanded, pointing to the couch. Shaw, to tired to be defiant, obeyed. Root disappeared and came back holding a pair of pajamas. "Put these on and come back and lay on the couch when you're done." Shaw did as she was told. When she came back Root put a warm mug in her hands. "Chicken noodle soup?" Shaw asked, surprised. "You can cook?" " Of course I can cook, sweetie." Root smiled, " How do you think I eat?" She sat beside Shaw and watched the smaller woman devour food. "Good! Now, take these," Root handed Shaw some antibiotics and tea, " and get some sleep. I'll be back soon!" She gave a small wave and winked as she exited the room.
When Root returned it was already dark. She walked into her apartment to find a sleeping Sameen Shaw on her couch. She smiled at the sight of Shaw wrapped up in a blanket, mouth slightly ajar. She sat a watched her for a while before unwrapping the Chinese takeout she had stopped and gotten them. Shaw woke at the sound of food. "Feeling any better?" Root inquired as Shaw ravenously dug into the teriyaki chicken. "Mmm" was all Shaw could get out between bites. Root watched her with a sense of longing. Dang, she's cute, she thought as she watched Shaw discard the empty box and grab the noodles. When Shaw was done, Root asked again. " How are you feeling?" Shaw nodded her head. "Better." She looked around the room, then back at Root. "I don't know if I should go home tonight, though." She looked away. "You're right. It looks like I've got lots of extra room here, though." Root grinned as she saw Shaw look at her and smirk. "Glad you're feeling better, Sameen."