Author Notes:This is my first ever story I've written for Fan Fiction. I've been a huge fan of Scorpion and Quintis for a while now and thought I had to write a story about them. I would like to thank southernbookgirl (user name on here, ao3 and tumblr) for the support, editing help and sone ideas. If it wasn't for her I dont think i would be doing this. Thank you and I hope you guys enjoy my story!

Chapter One: Being Sick

It was 5:30 in the morning, and Happy hadn't felt well since they came back from their lighthouse trip a couple weeks ago. She turned to look at the clock, and as she did, her stomach told her it was time to wake up and be sick again for the hundredth time.

"Hap, babe, are you okay?" Toby asks, even though he can clearly hear the sounds of her puking through the bathroom door.

"What do you think, Doc?" Happy snarkily replied. He rushes in to her and holds her hair back for her as she once again pukes. "Ugh, being sick sucks!"

"I think you may have a bad case of the flu. I don't think you are going into work today, or the next couple of days, for that matter. I'll call Walter and let him know."

"You know how much I hate not being at work. I'll be way too bored staying here at home all day," the mechanic whines to her husband as she leans back, weak and pale, against the bathroom wall.

"I can't risk you getting everyone else sick right now. You know we have that big case coming up, and we all need to be on our top game. Otherwise, I think you'd be okay, sweetie," the doctor said in a sympathetic tone. "That is why I can't let you come to work. I need you to rest up and get better before the big case on Thursday."

"I won't get anyone sick. Just let me come into work with you guys," Happy begged. "You will probably need me for something."

"Babe, I can't let you come. Just stay home and get some rest, please." Toby kissed her head and gave her that doctor look he knew she couldn't resist. Like he figured, she acquiesces to his request and stood up to wash her hands.

"Fine, you win, but don't call me babe ever again." She huffs in frustration, eliciting a chuckle from Toby.

"Alright," Toby notes, "and thanks for actually listening to me. Now, off to bed you go."

Toby went to get ready while Happy lays back down in bed. He came to check on her before he left and found her sound asleep, snoring like a baby. "Bye Hap, I love you. Hope you feel better soon, honey bear. See you tonight around five." With a final kiss to her forehead, Toby walks out the door to his car.

Happy wakes up a little while later feeling groggy and slightly queasy. She sat up, stretched and tried to get out of bed. However, she had felt more wiped out than usual.

Maybe I got sick from our trip to the lighthouse. That was when I really started to get sick. Let's see: I know I haven't been exercising much lately, and that could be a contributing factor to my increased fatigue. I just hate that I am stuck here at home, sick as a dog with no real reason why. Happy thought about the lighthouse trip, the holidays with the failed honeymoon, and then turned her thoughts back to her upset stomach.

She gets up and again has to throw up, but this time she feels weak and exhausted. Maybe I should go exercise to make me feel better. So Happy stands up from leaning against the toilet, washes her hands, and goes to get ready for a jog, even though the exhaustion and queasiness linger on.

As Happy gets dressed, she starts to feel lightheaded and lays down again; the mechanic realized she'd better stay home if she actually wants to recover from this flu or whatever stomach ailment she is suffering from. It is a a few hours later she is awoken by the sound of her cell phone going off. She reads the name and sees that Toby is calling. He probably just needs to check in on me, she thought.

"What's up, Doc?" Happy answers.

"Just wanted to check in and see how my little honey bear is doing," Toby states in a manner that is a little too upbeat for a normal person. But, we aren't normal, Happy chuckles to herself.

"I'm doing better. I mean, I am tired as hell, but my stomach has calmed down somewhat. Still feeling a bit queasy though."

"That's expected when you have the flu." The doctor pauses before resuming his speech. "I got you an appointment with the doctor tomorrow at 10am. Walter told me he needs you better ASAP so I figured I had to get you in to get some meds."

She sighs loudly. "Ugh! You know I don't like going to the doctor. I promise I will be better by Thursday. Just don't make me go!"

"Sorry Hap, but it is for the best. Anyways, I'll see you in a few hours. I love you!"

"Yep, see ya!" She hangs up the phone and just stares into space. Really, Doc, you had to get me a damn doctor's appointment, she mumbles out loud to no one in particular.

Time passed slowly for Happy as she was not being able to do much without upsetting her stomach even more. She feels like she will lose her mind from the boredom that she doesn't even realize Toby walked in the door. In response, she hit him with her phone.

"Ow! What the hell was that for, Hap?"

"I was getting so bored, I just had the urge to throw something, and I never realized you were there. Sorry," the mechanic replies, guilty markers covering her face as she falls back against the pillows on the bed.

"Still not feeling well?"

"Clearly I am not if I am still laying in bed, doing nothing."

"Yes, you're right." Toby goes over to his side of the bed, crawls in and leans in to cuddle with Happy. She gives him a weak smile, closes her eyes, and falls asleep for the night.

"Good night sweetie," he presses a gentle kiss to the side of her forehead. "Hope you feel better in the morning."