I wrote this one on July 22nd, 2008, after reading a couple other Secret Life fics and thinking about what might have happened after Amy got sick on the carousel. This is what my brain came up with. It might be a little out of character for them, especially Ben's dad, but it's how I wrote it.

I don't own anyone or anything. I think The Secret Life belongs to Brenda Hampton, not me.

Amy was more than just embarrassed, she was mortified. She hadn't expected to throw up on a carousel in front of a bunch of people—least of all Ben, who looked pretty surprised himself.

She stood up to get off the bench, but as soon as she did, the blood drained from her head and everything started to spin a little.

Ben jumped up from his seat and a put a hand on Amy's back to steady her, leading her off the carousel and apologizing profusely to the rest of the people on the ride. Slowly, he led Amy toward the restrooms and asked quietly, "Are you all right?"

Amy nodded, and he continued, "If you wanna clean up a little…"

Again, Amy nodded, and Ben stated, "I'll call my dad and ask him to come get us. Okay?"

"Yeah. Thanks," Amy replied quietly, heading into the restroom.

Sighing, Ben pulled out his cell phone and waited for his dad to answer. When the elder Boykewich picked up, Ben got straight to the point.

"Dad, we're done. Can you come get us?"

"Tired of the fair already? I thought you'd want to stay a little longer…"

"Amy got sick, Dad. I think she's ready to go home."

"Oh. Well, um," Mr. Boykewich sounded flustered, and Ben rolled his eyes as he declared, "Just come pick us up, all right?"

He didn't wait for a response, just hung up and waited for Amy.

When Amy exited the restroom, Ben smiled and asked, "Better?"

Amy nodded slightly, shrugging. "I guess."

They were both silent for a moment before Ben cleared his throat and said, "My dad's on his way to get us. Should we head to the parking lot to wait for him?"

"Okay…and thanks for not freaking out about…the carousel…" Amy said softly as they started walking.

Ben waved the comment away, replying, "It's no big deal, really. Everybody gets sick sometime."

"Not on the carousel," Amy sighed as they reached the parking lot.

Ben shook his head, smiling, "No, people get sick on carousels a lot, I imagine, what with all the food and the motion of the carousel…"

He looked at Amy, disappointed that his attempt to cheer her up wasn't working. With a sigh, he stopped talking and settled for just watching Amy. She was silent as she watched the parking lot, looking for Mr. Boykewich's car, which pulled to a stop in front of them just a few minutes later.

Ben reached for the door before Amy could and opened it for her, earning him a small smile as he closed it and headed for the other side of the car. Catching his father's eye, he shook his head quickly, not wanting The Sausage King to say anything to embarrass Amy. Then he climbed into the seat next to Amy and sat quietly, watching her. They sat that way for several minutes before Amy looked at him and said nervously, "You're staring at me…"

Ben cleared his throat, grinned, and answered, "I guess I can't help it. I mean, you're…beautiful…"

Amy's face turned pink and she looked away as she stammered, "N-no I'm not."

With one hand, Ben reached for Amy's, at the same time using the other hand to turn her head back toward him. When Amy reluctantly met his gaze, he assured her, "Yes, you are."

He considered trying to kiss her again, but his father announced, "Here you are—home sweet home."

They pulled up to Amy's house and she quickly said thanks and goodbye and got out of the car.

Ben groaned as the car started moving again, and The Sausage King glanced at him in the rearview mirror, asking sheepishly, "Did I ruin your moment?"

Ben glared out the window and his dad chuckled, "Sorry. But if she's sick, maybe you shouldn't be kissing her."

This time the glare was aimed at the rearview mirror and accompanied by a kick to the back of the driver's seat, followed by Ben exclaiming, "She just ate too much, okay? It's not contagious!"

"All right, all right," Mr. Boykewich declared, stifling a laugh.

The rest of the ride home passed silently, but as Ben got out of the car, he noticed Amy's jacket on the seat and pulled it out with him.

"Hey, Dad, Amy forgot her jacket," he called as he followed his dad into the house. "Think we can go return it to her?"

"Right now?" His father sounded incredulous.

"Yes, now. Please?"

"Well, okay, but you're rinsing it off first. And you're bringing her some of that ginger ale I brought home the other day. Your mother always made me drink the stuff when I was sick—said ginger settles the stomach."

The Sausage King produced a bottle of ginger ale from the fridge as Ben was rinsing out Amy's jacket, and back to the car they went.

Halfway back to the Juergens' house, Mr. Boykewich asked, "So, you kiss her before she got sick?"

Ben sighed. "No. She got sick just before I tried."

His father winced. "Ouch. You know, you could wait to kiss her…"

Ben glared at him and he continued, "Or you could try it when you bring her stuff back…But be sure she's okay with it. You don't want to kiss a girl if she's not ready."

Ben didn't have time to comment because they pulled up to the Juergen house again. Ben got out of the car, praying that he wouldn't say anything too stupid, and knocked on the door, then waited…

Yeah, strange, but it's what I came up with.

Ended up being 926 words.

I sort of assumed a few things in part of it (like that Ben's got a cell phone. I figure he has one now because in "Caught" he tells Amy he texted her. You can't really text without a cell phone.), but I think it's okay because it's only speculation. It might and might not be true. We don't know everything about all of the characters, so assuming is probably fine. But still, don't sue me.

I might make this a series of missing scenes from different episodes...if I get inspired to do so...