Title: Under the Weather
Plot Summary: When Columbia catches a cold, everyone works to help her get better!
A/N A random story that came to mind. It's super fluffy... and MULTI-CHAPTERED! :D LOL, it won't be long, though... probably only two or three chapters xD
"Hey Maggie *cough cough* what're you *cough cough* doing?" called Columbia as she sat down at the dining room table. Magenta, who was in the kitchen, raised an eyebrow and turned to her friend. She then turned back around and began working on the pancakes she had been struggling to make.
"Are you okay? You sound sort of sick." replied Magenta in her very thick accent. Columbia shook her head and sneezed.
"I'm not *cough cough* sick!" the groupie denied. Magenta opened her mouth to say something else, when Frank walked down the stairs and into the dining room. He sat down beside Columbia. He leaned towards her, looking like he wanted to give her a hug, when Magenta stopped him.
"I wouldn't do that!" she called as she walked in with a plate of slightly burnt pancakes. "She's been coughing like crazy since she woke up." Frank immediately pulled away in disgust. He hated getting sick. Columbia pouted.
"I am *cough cough* not sick *cough cough*!" she folded her arms and turned to Magenta angrily. Magenta shook her head.
"Your mouth says one thing, but your coughing says another."
"That doesn't even *cough cough* make sense!" snapped Columbia. Frank grinned, thoroughly enjoying watching the two girls argue. At that moment, Riff Raff walked in. The second he saw Columbia, he grinned.
"You're sick." he stated with absolute certainty. Columbia shook her head.
"No I'm *cough cough* not!"
Riff nodded. "Yes you are. I know what it looks like to be sick." The alien shrugged. "Don't try to deny it." Frank smiled and put his arm around the girl.
"Aw, don't worry." he told her in a rather demeaning manner. "We'll take care of you until you're feeling all better." He patted her on the head. She pushed him away, about to yell at him, when Magenta replied in a strangely sing-song voice, "I'll make soup!"
Riff Raff nodded. "Good idea." He then turned back to Columbia. "You should go… get some rest." Frank nodded in agreement.
Columbia shook her head. "No way! *cough cough* even if I am sick *cough cough*, all I have is a cold or *cough cough* something!" However, Frank shook his head.
"I'm sorry, Collie, but if you're gonna get better you'll have to rest. Believe me, I know all about being sick. In Transylvania, it's always cold. Getting sick is very common." Frank grabbed her by the hand and forced her to stand up. He then dragged her back up the stairs and lead her to the bedroom she and Magenta shared.
"I'm not *cough cough* tired at *cough cough* all!" Columbia whined in a way that made her sound like a small child. Frank rolled his eyes.
"Sorry, Columbia, but we can't have anyone getting sick here." the prince told his groupie. She growled and stomped over to the bed, where she sat down and folded her arms.
"Fine! *cough cough* I'll stay here, but *cough cough* I'm not going to sleep or anything." the groupie snapped. Frank could not help but grin at her persistence.
"Whatever, Columbia, just try to get some rest." he told her. Before Columbia could argue back, Frank closed the door. Columbia sighed and, deciding there was no point in getting up to go yell at him, lay down.
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"Columbia? Are you awake?" called a voice from outside the groupie's room. It was Magenta. Columbia sighed and nodded. She then remembered that, seeing as Magenta was on the other side of the door, she could not see her.
"Yeah, I *cough cough* am. I never *cough cough* actually *cough cough* fell asleep." replied Columbia. She yawned. The door suddenly opened and the domestic stepped inside with a bowl of soup in her hands. She smiled.
"I made you some soup." the domestic told her earthling friend. She sat down beside Columbia and handed the bowl to her. "It's a little hot, though, so be careful."
Columbia growled softly. She hated being treated like this, like she was a little girl who could not take care of herself. It was why she had told the others she was not sick, even though she knew perfectly well that she was. She was pulled away from her thoughts, suddenly, when Magenta forced a spoonful of soup into her mouth. Columbia swallowed, rather surprised.
"What was that for?"
Magenta put her hands on her hips. She made a face that reminded Columbia of her mother. "You're sick, Collie. We want you to get better as fast as possible." she then grinned and forced Columbia to swallow another spoonful of soup.
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An hour later, Columbia was alone in her bedroom again. She hated it. She was bored, lonely, and the exact opposite of tired. As a matter of fact, the only thing she could do was cough. And that, obviously, was not a very fun pastime.
"Hey Columbia!" called a voice with a little too much enthusiasm. Riff Raff burst through the door. Columbia sighed and buried her face into her blanket, hoping to look as if she were sleeping. However, Riff did not buy it, and immediately walked over to her. She noticed suddenly that he held a shopping bag in his hand.
"The master had me run down to the market to get you some medicine!" Riff told the groupie, grinning rather evilly. Columbia blinked a few times, rather worried. She was not sure she wanted any medicine… especially not from Riff Raff.
"Um… I'm *cough cough* fine, thanks *cough cough*!" she pulled the blanket up to her mouth, covering it. Riff rolled his eyes.
"Oh, nonsense! It'll make you feel a whole lot better!" he insisted. Columbia shook her head. Riff, however, kept grinning. "It's nothing… just Benadryl… it'll make you pass out for an hour or so, though. It's pretty strong." This did not make Columbia feel better.
"I… er… *cough cough* I'll *cough cough* pass…" She shook her head. Riff rolled his eyes and took a small purple box out of the bag in his hand. He opened it and took out two tiny pink pills.
"Look, Columbia," Riff Raff looked the groupie in the eyes, suddenly very serious. "The master told me that you have to take these. Please, please do this the easy way." Columbia looked at the ground, sighed, and took the pills from the alien. She sighed and very reluctantly swallowed them.
"There *cough cough*, are ya *cough cough* happy now?" snapped Columbia. She then sneezed. Riff Raff grinned.
"Oh yeah, that reminds me! I bought you some tissues, too." Riff told the woman. He pulled a box of tissues out of the bag in his hand and handed them to the groupie. She blew her nose and set the box down on the small table beside the bed. Riff Raff nodded, then turned around.
"Well, I better get back to Magenta. I promised her I'd help her make lunch." With these words, the handyman was gone, and Columbia was left alone again.
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"Hey, how's Columbia?" asked Magenta as she absentmindedly stirred the noodles she was making. Frank, who was sitting in the dining room, shrugged.
"I dunno. I haven't seen her since this morning." replied Frank.
"Well, you should go check on her. It's your turn." Riff Raff told his master as he handed his sister a strainer. Frank rolled his eyes and stood up. He sighed.
"Okay, fine!" The prince muttered something under his breath and stomped out of the room.
Frank returned about five minutes later with a smile on his face. Magenta and Riff Raff, who were currently struggling to make sauce for the spaghetti, turned and gave him a "how'd it go?" kind of a look. He sat down and grinned. "She's asleep." he stated. The siblings exchanged glances and smiled.
"Good. She needs her rest." Magenta said. Riff nodded. Frank, however, looked rather worried. He fidgeted a bit and finally looked up at his servants.
"I don't want to get sick," he stated. "And… well, with Columbia being sick and all, what if I get sick too?"
Magenta tried to hold back a huge grin. "Oh, um, I'm sure you won't get sick, Master." Riff Raff nodded in agreement, but was grinning as well. Truthfully, both of them would not mind seeing their master stuck at home, in bed, for a few days.
Frank seemed to hear the slight sarcasm in his domestic's voice. "I will NOT get sick!" he snapped. Magenta nodded.
"Whatever,"
A/N So I had no clue how to write Columbia's coughs... so I went with *cough cough*. I hope that worked! Also, this WILL be Columbia/Frank. I LOVE that ship! They're adorable together xD And I actually wrote this because not only did I have a really bad plot bunny, but because I felt sort of sick myself. And I don't know a thing about making noodles, so... yeah... that explains the possible inacuracies when it comes to the scene with magenta making lunch xP
I am still working on Insanity for Today. This is just a quick little story that I'm writing between my writer's block and free time. ;P
Please review! =3
