I'm going to be honest here, my drabbles tend to be longer that most drabbles...but they're shorter than one shots. Quite frankly, I'm not sure what to call them, so drabbles will just have to do.
WARNING: Most likely, you will not like all the ships in this fic. Feel free to skip past all those NOTPs of yours.
Onto what will hopefully be considered cute little stories.
Oh, and I don't own Pokemon, in case you didn't know.
Ferriswheel
One sniffle was all it took for him to take notice.
Two coughs was all it took for him to worry.
And a certain sneezing fit was all it took for N to scoop his princess into his arms, forcibly tuck her into their bed, then quickly take her temperature.
Once the thermometer read 102 degrees Fahrenheit, he knew he had made the right call.
Her feverishly flushed face did not hinder the icy cold glare she gave him when he refused to let her get back up.
"N!" Touko hissed, with a slightly raspy voice, "You know I have to work today!"
"Not with a fever you don't. You are staying in bed while I call in to let them know you're sick, and make you some porridge."
She furrowed her brow, "I'm not so sure that's a good idea..."
"You mean to tell me you plan to work outside with a fever?" N retorted, crossing his arms in defiance.
"I meant the part about you cooking."
"Oh." N replied before looking down at the floor, she had a point... "Well, in any case, I can't let you cook for yourself in your condition. How hard can it be to make the porridge you give me when I'm sick?"
Touko gulped. "You know what? Why don't we ask Bianca to come over and make me some soup?"
"Noooooo!" N whined, "I'm your husband, so I get to take care of you!"
"But we're not-"
"Hush. I'll be right back with something that'll be sure to make you perk right up!"
The moment he left the room, Touko started sweating bullets. The last time N tried to cook, they had to buy a new stove. Ignoring her pounding headache, Touko sat up to grab a pokeball from her bag that was on the nightstand, and she immediately released her Samurott. "Make sure he doesn't set the kitchen on fire."
He nodded, and left the room, and Touko began to relax again...but sure enough within the next five minutes, she heard N scream, the fire alarm go off, and the sound of something being doused in water.
A soaking wet N returned to the room with a bowl of charred porridge, and he somberly stated "let's call Bianca."
Sequel
It was needless to say they regretted their decision.
The two teens were uncomfortably sprawled out in a room that smelled like death, with a mountain of tissues between the two.
They would never play out in the rain again for the rest of their lives, no matter how fun it was.
Rosa pried herself up from her position of lying belly-down on Hugh's cough, and shifted into a position that looked like a seel about to enter water due to the fact her legs were so heavy she couldn't move them. Groggily, she looked over to see her best friend stretched out on the recliner, pushing it as flat as possible, so he could at least attempt to take a nap.
"Huuuugh." Rosa called out in a stuffed up voice, before sniffling loudly to avoid her nose dripping. "I'm out of tissues. Can I have some of yours?"
Hugh tilted his head up and cringed at his headache before looking at her with glossed over eyes. "Sorry, I'm out, too." He replied in an equally stuffy voice, shaking his empty box to prove his point.
She flopped back on the couch and let out a pathetic whimper before calling out "Hanaaaaaa!"
"Rosa, no!" Hugh hissed "you can't bring my sister in here, she'll get sick, too!"
Before his childhood friend could reply, the young girl poked her head into the living room. "You called, Rosa?"
"Hi, sweetie. Can you get a box of tissues and chuck em' to me?"
She curtly nodded before disappearing out of sight.
This time, Rosa cut Hugh off before he could speak. "It was either that, or I get snot all over your couch...take your pick."
"Fair enough."
Hana then returned and chucked the box of tissues as hard as her little arms could muster...unfortunately, that only got the box half way through the room.
"Noooo..." Rosa cried, before attempting to go get the box herself, only to fall flat on her face in the process.
This sucked royally, Hana wasn't allowed in the room, and both she and Hugh were too sick to move. She was never getting those tissues...
The only thing worse than being sick, was being sick together.
NewRival
This concept was foreign to Wally. For once, May was the one sick in bed, and Wally was the one taking care of her.
This had never happened. Ever.
Her miserable sniffles had snapped him back into reality in just enough time to hear her apologize.
"I'm sorry Wally, you shouldn't have to take care of me like this."
"What? No, it's fine, May!" Wally insisted, sitting on the bed beside her. "You always watch over me when I'm sick, so the least I can do is return the favor."
She beamed at him in response, with her groggy, flushed face, causing his heart to race like mad. And she calls me the cute one...
"Here," Wally stated, picking the bowl of soup he heated up for her off the nightstand. "This should be cooled off enough to eat, now."
May immediately reached for the spoon and he stopped her.
"W-wait" the boy started, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. "Let me feed you."
May's eyes lit up and she curtly nodded, causing Wally to feel even more embarrassed...though not so much that he wouldn't want to return the favor of spoiling her, like she's done for him so many times before.
Slowly, he brought the spoon full of warm broth to her mouth, and watched the expression of pure bliss she made as she tasted the soup.
Wally's heart raced, unable to take the sudden attack of cuteness she fired at him. If she reacted like this to soup from a can, he could only imagine the expression she would make in response to being fed home made soup...that suddenly gave him the urge to learn to cook.
Eagerly, he spoon-fed her the entire bowl, before making her tea, giving her medicine, and tucking her into bed so she could sleep off her cold.
As he watched her softly breathe in her sleeping state, Wally decided he really didn't mind being the care-taker every once in a while...in fact, he just might prefer it.
Twinleaf
"That's funny, I thought idiots weren't supposed to catch colds." Dawn noted sarcastically, at the clearly ill Barry who had answered the door in his pj's, blanket draped over his shoulders like a robe on a king, and a half asleep expression plastered on the hyper-active boy's face despite the fact he was definitely a morning person, and it was half past two.
"Guess that proves I'm smarter than I look." Barry retorted, as his lips made their way into a goofy smile. "I told you that I'm secretly a genius."
Dawn merely rolled her eyes in response, and shoved past the blonde in order to get into his home. "It only proves that the saying is a myth."
"Aww."
After reaching the kitchen, Dawn spun on her heel to face him.
"Did you take your temp?"
"Yep, just a few minutes before you got here."
"What was it?"
"100.5"
'Well, I think it's safe to say he caught a virus and not a cold...' Dawn thought to herself before continuing the conversation. "Did you take any medicine?"
"No." Barry sniffled in response, "I only just got up, really."
"I'll go get you some, go lie down."
"Thaaaanks." Barry replied sleepily, before obediently turning heel to go lie down on the couch.
"Do you want me to make you anything while I'm in there?"
"Udon." Barry quickly replied, "Kitsune Udon with lots of green onion."
"Sure thing."
"Thanks." Barry beamed, snuggling up in his blanket, "I love you."
Upon hearing this, Dawn cracked a smile. "I know."
SoulSilver
It was official, she was going to be the death of him. Lyra was definitely going to be the death of him.
"104 DEGREES?"
"It would appear so, yes."
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL YOU YOU HAD A FEVER?!"
"I didn't notice..."
"WITH SUCH A HIGH FEVER?"
"I'm dense, okay?!"
Silver groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. Yelling at a sick girl and getting her worked up wouldn't accomplish anything, what he really needed was to get her to the hospital. He just couldn't believe he let things go this far.
Quite frankly, Silver immediately caught on that Lyra's sneezing fit and blurred vision wasn't caused by allergies, like she had originally claimed. He had seen her allergy attacks, and there was a distinct lack of blood shot, watery eyes like she normally had. Of course he had suspected a cold, but he had no idea she was running around with such a high fever.
Silver groaned when he noticed Lyra's legs were giving out as she started to waver. He then managed to pull her into him faster than an electric type pokemon.
"Go ahead and climb on my back, I'll carry you to my house since it's closer than the hospital, then I'm calling a doctor immediately." Silver blurted before crouching down so she could crawl on his back without much effort. "You really need to pay more attention to your health, or you could really get yourself into trouble..."
"I'll try..." Lyra mumbled, beginning to lose consciousness, "Thanks, Silvy..."
He then rushed to his house as fast as he could with an extra hundred-something pounds on his back, and called the doctor to make a house call.
But sure enough, even with such a high fever, the girl was completely fine after sleeping it off for 14 hours...
Silver wasn't sure if he was relieved or furious.
DualRival
"You caught her cold?"
Bianca looked at her boyfriend with an innocent expression, and let out a nervous chuckle.
"I only let you go to Touko's to make her food because you said you'd be super careful and wouldn't catch her cold!"
"I WAS super careful!" Bianca insisted with a huff, folding her arms in defiance. "Besides, how was I supposed to know it was super contagious when N was absolutely fine?"
Cheren sighed, it was understandable that Bianca would make the assumption that Touko wasn't super contagious, considering that N had no concept of personal space when it came to Touko...and he was completely healthy.
"Alright, fine. I'll let you off the hook this time."
"Yaaay! You're the best, Cherbear!"
"BUT, there will be no kissing, cuddling, spooning, or any other physical displays of affection until you are well again."
Not even Bianca's heart-broken, teary expression could weaken this germ-o-phobe's resolve. There was no way Cheren was getting sick.
"N-no kisses OR cuddles?" Bianca asked in complete horror; this might be the first time she's ever regretted helping her friend...sure, she loved Touko, but she wasn't sure she could last.
The gym leader exhaled loudly through his nose. "Calm down. I never said I wasn't going to take care of you...I'll just be sleeping on the couch for the next couple of nights. Now c'mon, I'll make you dinner."
Bianca cheered up right away, and followed after Cheren like a lovesick puppy, eager to be spoiled.
Maybe being sick wouldn't be so bad after all.
MetalDragon
The harsh sound of vomiting echoed through the public bathroom as Zinnia rubbed Steven's back in soothing circles.
"Jeez, Sticks and Stones..." The young woman started, "Learn to limit yourself, I told you that you couldn't beat me in a drinking contest."
A smug grin made it's way onto her face before she continued, "None of this would have happened if you had just listened to me, not only would you have avoided losing all that money..." Zinnia noted, patting her now full wallet that sat safely in her pocket, "but you wouldn't be puking your guts out in the men's bathroom either."
Steven quickly whipped his head around to shoot a death glare so intimidating it's shut even Zinnia up. Once she removed her hand from his back, the ex-champion grabbed some toilet paper to wipe the vomit from his lips.
This caused Zinnia to snort in response. "Wow, Stevie-boy. Even in your dead drunk state, you still manage to be a gentleman!"
Her snorts quickly developed into full-blown laughter.
"A gentleman, huh?" Steven spat, standing up to his full height before turning around to face her...all of a sudden, Zinnia started to feel small.
"You see, that's funny..." He continued, beginning to walk towards her, actively causing her to back up and bump into the sink that was behind them before he trapped her there between his arms. "Considering the fact that I drank myself into this state without remorse, brought you into the men's bathroom with me, emptied out my stomach in front of you..." he then began bringing his face closer to hers, "and now trapped you against the sink, I honestly wouldn't consider myself a gentleman."
"Uhh...you feeling alright, pal?" Zinnia asked, beginning to sweat. Steven was getting a little close for her comfort. "Whoa, um, you're a little close there, buddy." She officially panicked when their noses touched. "Steve-Steven? Seriously, Steven, your breath stinks and I don't want to kiss you right after you puked-"
She was cut off when some poor sap opened the door, saw their provocative situation, and went bright red in the face before blurting out "I'm very sorry for interrupting!" and bolting out the door.
Steven then immediately emptied out the rest of his stomach into the sink.
Okay, I admit... I cheated on the last one. But alcohol poisoning CAN be considered a sickness.
Key word: can.
Please forgive me for sucking royally at endings.