Disclaimer: I do not own"The Suite Life of Zack and Cody" or any of its characters

A/N: This is not only my first TSL fanfic but this is also my first non-anime/manga fanfic so please, be gentle.

Sick Producer

"Heeeere's London" Cody announced as they start yet another episode for London's web show. Ever since his return, the show made a huge comeback and became the second most watched web show on the net. The true goal of the web show was also achieved—London gained more hits than her friend Porscia.

"Thank you, thank you…" London exclaimed as she entered the main setting of the production.

"To all my viewers out there, thank you for making my show the second most watched show on the internet right after the monkey performed surgery..." she said, giving the camera her huge smile "…and now, let's sing our theme song" with that, she signaled Cody to play the song.

'London Tipton's really great, really great, really great…' The song started playing as London started dancing. 'London Tipton's really great and she deserves the opposite of hate'

"Which is love!" she finished as she went back to her seat. "Our topic for to day is…" the heiress began as she scanned the room; once again, forgetting what Cody told her "…is…"

"London's mailbag…." Cody whispered to her "…That's always our first topic!"

"I knew that…" London retorted "…I was pausing for dramatic effect"

"Oh boy" the blonde boy simply groaned. No matter what he does, or how many times they do this, London always seems to forget everything.

"Our first topic for today is my mailbag" London said as she faced the camera again.

The computer made a sound to notify them that there's an entry.

"Here's one…" Cody went to the monitor and read the comment "…Londonfan1 says 'nice skirt London'"

"Good one. Well, you can't wear this skirt with a red shirt, they will clash unless it's Valentine's day"

Cody gave a puzzled look. What the hell was that? Her comment was far from the comment of Londonfan1. He would've changed that comment but he's just not feeling well today. He doesn't know why but ever since the morning began, it's like his whole world was spinning. London should be thankful he even made it here without any incidents.

"Our guest for today is Doctor Roberto Le Roz" London gestured to the rightmost corner of the room

"Umm…it's Le Roux" a man in a lab gown said after hearing the mispronunciation of his name.

"Like it matters…" the heiress responded obviously unaffected by the comment. "Doctor what's his name will show us how to detect a fever before it strikes"

"That's right Lon—"

"I'm still talking" London interrupted her guest as she held out her palm in a stop gesture towards the doctor. "For us to know the techniques, we need a volunteer. Can I get one from the audience?" she ecstatically announced.

"Uh-oh" Cody said. He knows exactly who the volunteer will be.

"You sir" London pointed towards him "Get over here"

"London, I really don't want to be a volunteer today" the blonde boy pleaded, already being led to a seat by his boss. Reading comments and making sure the smooth flow of the show is hard enough much less become a volunteer for London's wacky ideas.

"Don't worry, this'll only take a sec" the black haired heiress said as she sat Cody on the couch and called for the doctor.

"Okay son, say aaaaa" the doctor told the boy as he kneeled in front of him, holding out a Popsicle stick.

Cody did as he was told and opened his mouth while sticking out his tongue. He could feel the stick touch his tongue while the doctor examined his throat.

"While the doctor is examining Cody, can I get some comments slash questions from our viewers?" London said as she turned away from the two men.

The computer made a sound to inform them of a comment. Just then, Esteban entered the suite carrying London's Dry cleaning.

"Here's your dry—"

"Esteban, go to the computer and read the messages" London commanded, thankful that she doesn't have to stand.

"But Mr. Moseby needs me"

"Who's daddy owns this hotel?" London said defensively.

"You"

"Who's Moseby's boss?"

"You"

"And who will lose his job if he doesn't do as I say?" she took on a more serious tone.

"Alright" With that, the bellhop went to the computer and read the messages that had accumulated over their argument.

"This one says 'is the little blonde nerd alright, he doesn't look so good'" Esteban read

"Ugh…" London rolled her eyes "…read a comment about me!"

"Okay" with that, the man in green uniform scanned the comments which read:

Is Codykins alright?

I think my Codylicious is sick

Maybe you should make him rest

I think the little blonde nerd has a fever.

CODYKINS NOOOOOOO!

"Umm, their all about Cody" Esteban finally concluded.

"Ugh, don't worry, Cody is—"

"Not fine" the doctor cut the heiress off "his throat is red, his temperature reached 38.5 degrees centigrade and he's collapsed during our examination" he pointed to the now sleeping martin.

"WHAT?! Wake him up! I can't continue without him!" London stood up and commanded the doctor.

"I'm sorry Miss Tipton but as a doctor, I can't let him do the task of a producer and a manikin in his state. It is my personal opinion that he gets some rest. Beside, can't you cancel the show for just this time?" The doctor explained.

London kept nodding in the entire explanation "Wake him up!" she said again once the doctor finished.

The doctor rolled his eyes as he gestured for Esteban to help him "Bellhop, help me get him back to his suite"

"Yes sir" Esteban said in a hurry as he helped Roberto lift Cody up and led him to the suite.

"Hey, what about my show?!" London yelled after them. Then, she faced the camera again with a big smile on her face. "Stay tuned, we'll be right back!"

"Zack, why haven't you made out your bed yet!" a blonde woman said. It was a statement not a question. Carey is now royally pissed. She just finished cleaning the living room and the washroom. Cody's bed was made out already 30 minutes ago. Now, it's just a complete mess.

"Huh?" was all Zack said as he looked up from playing his video game.

The single mom simply rolled her eyes as she unplugged the television. If only Zack has the same diligent attitude as his brother. Now don't get her wrong, she loves both Zack and Cody. In fact, the diversity that exists in the personalities of her sons is what makes having them worth it but sometimes, she can't help but wish Zack had at least a tinge of responsibility in his system.

"Hey, I was playing" Zack stood up from the couch.

"That's right. You WERE playing and now, you'll be cleaning. Get to it!" she pointed towards the room where the twins stay. "Your brother had cleaned his bed and you ruined it again so now, instead of one, you'll have to make two beds. Get to it!"

The blonde boy groaned as he lazily went to his and his brother's bedroom to clean.

Carey smiled to her self. Zack actually obeyed her without them having an argument which lasts around 15 minutes. 'If I can, I'd pat myself in the back' She thought as she sat on the couch and closed her eyes for some much needed relaxation.

15 minutes into her relaxation, a knock on the door was heard. Groaning, the single mother stood up and went to the door. "Who is it?" she yelled, hand already on the knob.

"Is this the suite of Mr. Cody Martin" a man's voice answered. The voice was unfamiliar to her.

"Yes…" Carey replied as she opened the door "why do you OH MY GOD!!" the mom exclaimed as she saw the younger twin in the sprawled across the arms of Esteban. "What happened?" she gestured to both men as she led them in.

"He collapsed during Miss Tipton's show. It was a good thing I was there…" the doctor began as he followed the single mom in the suite. "…judging from my former examinations, I'll have to say it is viral"

"So what medicines should I give him?" Carey inquired as she helped Esteban lay the blonde boy on the couch.

"None…" Roberto replied "…this fever is viral. No amount of antibiotics can cure it. Antibiotics can only help during bacterial fever not viral. I suggest lots of rest and water"

"I see, thank you doctor" Carey nodded as she looked over the prone figure of her sleeping son. "Thank you Esteban"

"Oh no problem. The little blonde peoples have helped me a lot of times. It's the least I can do" the bellhop replied with that accent of his.

"Well, if you don't mind, I'll be taking my leave now" With that, both doctor and bellhop left the suite.

"Ah-ha!" the unmistakable voice of London echoed through the hallways of the 23rd floor as she spotted the doctor and Esteban. She stormed angrily towards them "Where's MY producer slash manikin?!"

"In his suite" Esteban replied

"Out of my way!" the black haired heiress exclaimed as she pushed the two to the side and made her way towards the Martins.

To be continued

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