Disclaimer: I am so tired of writing these. We all know that I don't own them.

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: 1+2 (1+2+5), 3+4

Author's Note: I'm sick! And not in the head, I mean sick sick. And since I have a slight fever, I decided to write about someone else being sick. So here goes.

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Ebony eyes opened slightly, slowly looking around the dark room. Everything was quiet, which was just perfect, but it was way too quiet for his liking. Peeking over at the digital clock on the side table, it read 12:15. It was way too early. He only fell asleep about an hour ago. He gave a groan and pulled the covers over his head, curling up into a ball. It was very cold, and at the same time he was hot and sweaty. Turning onto his stomach, he was about to fall asleep when he gave out a cough. Ebony eyes opened wide and he sat up. He couldn't be. . . it was impossible. Standing from the bed, he slowly started to trudge toward the door. He would just get some water, and then go back to bed. He'd be perfectly fine in the morning.

Suddenly he felt dizzy, which caused him grab onto the wall. Maybe he should just forget the water and go lie down? Nodding, Wufei turned to make his way back to his bed. Climbing in, he curled under the covers, pulling them over his head. The dizziness was just from him not getting enough sleep. He'll be fine in the morning. Halfway asleep, Wufei let out another cough followed by another.

"I'm fine.", he told himself, "It's nothing. I just have a tickle in my throat."

Soon after, the Chinese boy fell asleep.

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"Rise and shine everybody!", Duo called from the kitchen, "It's time to get up!"

Feeling satisfied when his loud message echoed back to him, Duo turned back to the breakfast he was making. Or at least trying to make. Looking up to see Heero walk in, Duo gave a grin as he walked over to him

"Good morning Hee-chan!", he said giving the expressionless boy a hug, "Did you sleep well?"

Nodding, and finally detaching Duo from him, Heero sat.

"What are you doing?"

Turning back to the pan, Duo held it up for Heero to see.

"I'm making you breakfast! Scrambled eggs!"

He figured he'd might as well humor the braided pilot and peeked into the frying pan. Heero looked at what was supposed to be scrambled eggs, catching site of visible eggshells mixed with something he couldn't identify. As he glanced back up at Duo, who was smiling down at him, he politely smiled back.

"Uh . . . I'm not that hungry, Duo. Thanks anyway, I'll just have some coffee."

Resting the pan down on the table, Duo gave Heero a hug.

"That's okay, Heero. As long as you're happy, I'm happy."

Looking up as he struggled for air, Heero caught sight of Trowa.

"Ohayo, Trowa."

Trowa nodded in response, and soon Quatre entered the kitchen.

"Good morning every. . . What is that?", Quatre asked as his eyes caught site of the frying pan and its contents.

Pouting, Duo looked up at Quatre.

"It's scrambled eggs."

He went to respond but caught sight of Heeo shaking his head as he mouthed 'he made it himself'.

"Right! Of course it's scrambled eggs!", Quatre quickly said, making Duo smile, "What else would it be?"

Shaking his head, Trowa looked around the room. Someone was missing.

"Has anyone seen Wufei?", he asked, everyone looking around the kitchen.

"Where could he be? He's usually the first one down here.", the blond questioned, a bit worried.

Duo stood up from where he was seated at the table and made his way over to Quatre.

"Don't worry, Quatre. He probably just overslept."

Shaking his head in disageement, Heero slowly backed away from the frying pan, which the contents inside seemed to be moving.

"He's usually the first to be up. It's not like him to sleep so late."

Finally agreeing, Duo headed out of the kitchen.

"Where are you going?", Quatre asked making the braided boy turn back.

"I'm gonna go check on him! He might be dead for all we know.", Duo chirped, and then he was bouncing off.

That left the others to stare in wonder at the pan on the table, shifting back in their chairs as it seemed to move once again.

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His eyes opened for what seemed the hundreth time, and Wufei looked over at the clock. 9:20. Well at least he had slept until morning, but now he felt worse then he did last night. Turning onto his back, Wufei stared up at the ceiling. Everything was spinning, and it was so damned cold! Pulling his sheets up closer to his chin, he slowly started to fall asleep once again. If he was lucky, he could probably get another hour of sleep. That is until Duo came and bothered him, but that wasn't going to happen. Duo was probably downstairs with the rest of them right now. So Wufei was perfectly safe to enjoy his sleep. He heard a knock on the door, and Wufei gave out a sigh.

"I spoke too soon."

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"Hey, Wu! Are you okay in there?", Duo asked knocking again on the door, "The rest of us are worried about you."

Stopping and listening, Duo heard nothing, which he didn't like at all. Or maybe he did. He finally had an excuse to go into Wu's room. With a mischievous grin, Duo knocked softly on the door again.

"If you don't answer me, I'm coming in.", Duo whispered, a smirk coming to his face, "Here I come."

The door was opened slowly, Duo poking his head in first and quickly pulling it back from any objects targeted for his head. Hearing nothing hit against the wall, Duo poked his head in again, this time looking over to Wufei's bed. From the look of it, he was sleeping, but the groan told him otherwise. Fully walking into the room, Duo bounced over to the bed.

"Wu-man! You okay?!", he asked, practically yelled as he stood looking down at the ebony eyed, "You've been in here all morning!"

Poking at the covers, the body underneath it jumped.

"Duo leave me alone.", it grumbled, followed by a cough.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Duo grabbed the blanket, pulling it off of the unsuspecting Wufei. Violet eyes looked down at a very sweaty Wufei, who was breathing hard, and looked almost green.

"Whoa. Wu, you don't look so good."

Onyx eyes opened and they looked up into violet ones.

"Duo, I don't feel too good."

Watching the obviously sick Wufei, Duo rested his hand on the boy's forehead.

"Ow!", he yelled pulling his hand away, "You could have just told me that you didn't want me to touch you. You didn't have to pinch me."

"Duo are you okay, I could have sworn I heard you. . . What's wrong?"

Looking back to the door, the two boys met Quatre's now worried blue eyes.

"Quatre, Wufei's gonna die!", Duo cried hugging on to the very annoyed boy lying next to him, "His skin's burning up! Any higher and he's gonna go up in flames!"

Pushing the braided baka off of him, he looked over at the now scared Arabian.

"I'm not dying Quat-", he was interupted by a panicking blond.

"Oh Allah! Wufei's sick!", Quatre cried walking out the door and slamming it behind him.

Wufei sat up with a sigh, but instantly laid down again.

"Damn dizziness.", he swore under his breath, unaware of Quatre's re-entry.

He coughed, and Wufei's eyes closed as something was sprayed in them.

"Quatre, what are you doing?!", Wufei screamed as his eyes finally opened, "Are you trying to blind me?!"

Quatre turned to Wufei as he stopped in the middle of sraying the room with disinfectant.

"You're sick! You have cooties!"

"Coo-"

Wufei was cut off as Quatre sprayed by him again.

"Don't talk! You'll get your sickness cooties in the air!", the blond objected.

"Is everything okay in here?", Trowa asked walking into the room.

"No!", Quatre all but yelled, handing Trowa a medical mask, similar to what he was wearing, "Don't breathe in the air! You'll catch the cooties!"

Looking down at his koi in confusion, Trowa took the medical mask throwing it to the side.

"Cooties?", he asked, Quatre nodding.

"What Quatre means to say is that Wufei is sick.", Duo explained, "And Quatre doesn't want you to get the germs."

Nodding at Duo's explanation, Trowa moved Quatre to the side, walking over to a now frowning Wufei.

"Wufei, are you okay?", he asked sitting on the bed.

"No, I'm not okay!", Wufei yelled crossing his arms as he sat up, "Everyone keeps assuming that I'm sick!"

"Wufei's sick?", Heero asked as he walked in.

"I am not sick!", Wufei yelled at the top of his voice, "Why does everyone keep implying that I'm sick?!"

Finally done yelling, Wufei gave out a long chain of coughs, Trowa moving back from him. Looking back, Trowa gave out a yell covering his eyes, those which had been sprayed with disinfectant.

"Quatre!", Trowa cried, his eyes burning, "What are you doing?!"

Blue, innocent, wide eyes looked up at Trowa, who was now red-eyed.

"He coughed in your face. I was getting rid of the germs so you wouldn't get sick."

Snatching the can from Quatre, Trowa sat him down in a chair far away from Wufei.

"The germs won't get you here. Stay.", he gently ordered.

Nodding in agreement, Quatre watched as the others tended to Wufei.

"Duo, how do you know he's sick?", Heero asked trying to stay away from the pale looking boy on the bed.

"I felt his forehead. It's burning up!"

Giving his usual hn, Heero sat next to Wufei.

"Does anyone have a thermometer?", he asked, Wufei's eyes widening.

"No! I'm not sick."

Accepting a thermometer that was handed to him, Heero glared down at Wufei.

"If you're not sick then you wouldn't have to worry about taking your temperature. Now say ah."

Being the stubborn person that he is, Wufei shook his head no, refusing to open his mouth.

"Come on, Wufei.", Duo pleaded, "How are we supposed to know if you're sick or not? Open your mouth for us please."

Looking into the Americans eyes nearly made him give in but he still refused anyway. He turned his head to the side and crossed his arms in a show of stubborness. Wufei felt triumphant when he felt Heero rise from the bed.

"Fine then, Wufei. If you insist, you don't have to open your mouth. There are other ways to take a person's temperature."

Wufei's eyes widened and he turned back to Heero.

"No, look, I'll open my mouth!", Wufei cried before he was grabbed by the shoulder.

"Too late.", Heero told him turning him onto his stomach, "Duo, Trowa, hold him down while I get his pants."

Struggling to get free, Wufei gave out a gasp as he felt his pants ripped down to his knees.

"Wu, you have such a cute tushie!", Duo said with a grin, making the Chinese boy's face grow even hotter.

"Heero, for the gods sake have mercy!", Wufei cried, still struggling.

However, being sick had weakened him. Damn it all! As he continued to try and fight them, Wufei's eyes suddenly grew wide. This was not happening to him. Was it?

T.B.C.

Oi. I repeat. I am sick, so whatever I write, I have no idea what it is. Well there you go. I would like reviews and please, absolutely no flames. Well I gotta go lie down. Ciao.