A/N Hey guys, I'm back with some new MPHFPC oneshots. I hope that you enjoy them, and get ready for Christmas with the peculiars on the twentieth! This one was inspired by a tumblr post.

You'd obviously win

Despite her naturally quiet and shy demeanor Fiona Frauenfeld had earned from her experiences before she met the other children and miss peregrine, she also had her own share of an exciting personality. She rarely opened up to people, therefore there was only a small amount of people she trusted and showed her true colours to.

After all they'd been through, wars, near death experiences, wights and hollows, as well as Fiona going missing for whole six months, Hugh was someone Fiona trusted and loved with all her heart. Yet, even through her love for Hugh, when Fiona was sick, she hated being treated and fussed over.

Tucked into heaps of blankets and her hair tied firmly back (just to temporarily move the mess out of her face) Fiona groggily opened her eyes, shifting to look out of the window at the same snow that had been falling for a straight week now. Oddly like the flowers that she so loved, the bitter weather had reduced her health by a lot. Snuggling deeper under the quilt, Fiona coughed then glanced over at the bed on the other side of the room. Hugh wasn't there. Wait. Fiona didn't put this much blankets on or even tie her hair back last night.

"Hugh" she croaked, frowning. A buzzing sound. She looked up to see one of Hugh's bees buzzing out of the room. Footsteps.

"You ok?" Hugh walked in, pulling up his goggles as he walked in the room. The genuine concern on his face was just endearing. Fiona blushed.

"Did you fuss over me, I told you not to fuss I'm fine" she huffed as Hugh gave her his lopsided grin.

"No, you're sick and you need to sleep"

"I've done enough sleeping already" but Fiona couldn't get out of bed. Hugh knelt next to her bed.

"Stay in bed and rest, I promise that if you sleep you'll be better soon enough" he kissed her forehead and stood as Fiona waved her hands at him.

"Get off, you'll just get sick too" Hugh smiled, walking to the door.

"Get some rest, I love you" he shut the door. Fiona watched him go from beneath her fortress of blankets.

"You too"

"Come on, you need to eat the medicine, it'll help you get better!" Hugh raised an eyebrow at the stubborn girl before him as he held her arm.

"Fionaaa"

"Fight me"

She just shuffled deeper under the pillows.

Rolling his eyes, Hugh sat on his bed, the medicine bottle in his hand.

"Do I have to get Miss Peregrine?" Fiona scowled at him from the bed.

"You wouldn't" Hugh sighed again, a smile playing on his lips.

"I couldn't" he pouted at her "please?" She sighed and sat up, crossing her feet on the bed and opening her mouth. Holding the spoon in one hand, Hugh held her arm with the other. When it was done, he kissed her forehead again.

"Do you feel better now?"

"I suppose" she retreated back to her cave, smiling all the same. "Didn't I tell you you'd get sick too?" She raised an eyebrow. Hugh grinned and stood up.

"I suppose"

"Fight me" Fiona turned her back to her boyfriend and pulled up more of her covers.

"I didn't say anything!"

"What, and you aren't here for my medicine"

"No"

She turned to face him. "Fine"

"How are you?" She threw him a smile and looked outside at the melting snow.

"Better" they both looked out. "Thank you for looking after me" Hugh grinned at her again.

"That's what I'm here for, I love you"

"You too-" Fiona suddenly burst out coughing.

"It seems not completely better" he tucked her back in. "Sleep is the best medicine"

"Fight me"

"I can't, you'd obviously just win" and with that, he walked out of the room.

A/N Thank you for reading, and please leave me a review or some feedback!