I just thought - hey, why are you letting this collect dust! Quick! Post it so people think you do productive things with your time!

Hah, just kidding. I don't do productive things with my time.

Also - the person who was too sleepy to log in reminded me to tell you all that I would never own Twilight - even if I wanted to (How's that for a disclaimer? I don't see the point in it though, this IS a fanfiction site. You're not supposed to own anything anyway).

Jacob glanced up from his schoolwork to look at his boyfriend. Edward was reading a history book, though he looked at Jacob when his thoughts began to centre on him.

"Do you need help?" Edward asked, referring to the other boy's work. Jacob made a face, and shook his head, standing and beginning to stretch. Edward watched his shirt ride up, and expose his hip tattoo of For the pack. It was much more interesting than his book.

"I wanna take a break." Jacob explained, and walked over to Edward, scooping up the amused boy, sitting in his chair, and depositing his boyfriend on top of him. "What was it like to have the Spanish Flu?" Jacob asked suddenly, only giving Edward enough time to drop his book and reposition himself a bit more comfortably on his lap.

Edward pauses, and then coughs into his hand, as though the mention of it brings a scratchy throat. "Pretty bad. Doctors didn't know how to cure it, and everyone was in a panic about it. I bled from my ears, once, too. It was like a normal flu, everything ached so badly … I had a bad fever too. I felt like the world was ice-cold and my body was infected with the fire from Hell." Edward explained, and quickly soothed Jacob's disgruntled look. "The Hell of your choice, Jake. Not just Christian." He assured him, amused that his boyfriend was more sensitive about religion then he was about how Edward suffered in his last human moments.

"So you died from a real bad flu from Spain because your immune system was that weak?" Jacob asked, genuinely curious, and Edward sniffs in indignation on his immune system's behalf.

"Actually it was because my immune system was so strong that I died." Edward argued, which only confused Jacob more, which Edward realised in hind sight.

"That not how a flu works." Jacob pointed out. Edward sighs.

"Not in most cases, no. But I had contracted pneumonia, and my body quickly panicked and gave me an over-dose from my immune system." Edward explains. Jacob frowns.

"Oh." He replies. Edward allows him to mull it over, watching his 'thinking face' and trying not to kiss him. Jacob's 'wait a mo' I'm figuring this shit out m'kay?' look was adorable. Then, Edward chuckles as Jacob tosses aside his failed attempt at understanding, and looked at Edward with extreme concern. "Did it hurt?" He asks, and Edward wraps his arms around his over-grown puppy and kisses his nose.

"It's over now." Edward says, and gets a firm kiss on the mouth. Jacob pulls back, frowning.

"That's not what I asked." He says, and Edward relents.

"I know. … It was very painful. My lungs filled with liquid. I drowned, Jake, that's how I died." Edward said softly. Jacob holds the vampire tighter.

"I can swim." Jacob says suddenly, looking very proud. Edward, confused, assures him that he knew that, and makes Jacob nod. "I know how to swim. If you start drowning again I'll save you. Promise." Jacob adds, looking very fierce very quickly. "So don't worry about hurting again, okay?" He asks, smiling. Edward smiles back.

"I won't, love, thank you."

Yeah, I only looked up the Spanish flu once. My attention span is awful.