AN: Hello again, my I've been inspired lately, just not for the story that I want to update. Maybe I'm just feeling a little tired of the angst... It can really take it's toll on you when you are trying to keep two people appart. Anyway, this is just an idea that popped into my head whilst I should of been sleeping and I got up to write it all down (I will pay in the morning). That's how much I love you guys, giving up my precious sleep. So I expect reviews, dammit! Kidding. No but seriously, I hope you like it, it's just something not too serious that I'm writing for fun. Well, I'll stop babbling now.

Disclaimer: Don't own...

Chapter 1

He was leaning closer, and Rory felt her breath catch in her throat as she inhaled the familiar scent of him. A feeling she couldn't put a name to was falling over her. She felt dizzy, so dizzy.

"I'm glad you're here," he told her quietly.

She played with the sleeve of her jacket, trying to ignore how hot it had suddenly gotten. She nodded, beginning to lean forward also, "Yeah, me too."

He began to lean closer again, his eyes never leaving hers as he closed the distance between them. As his lips began to brush against hers she felt a light flutter in her stomach. She moaned softly into the kiss, and Jess began to eagerly deepen it, reaching forward to pull her closer to him. But then the flutter gave way, and she began to feel-

She pulled away from Jess, feeling a heavy wave of nausea rush over her.

"Uh... what?" Jess asked, fearing he had moved too fast, fearing he was going to lose her... no, not again.

"I'm sorry," Rory said, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. She began to stand up and she felt the room spin around her.

She was so dizzy, so, so dizzy. Why wouldn't Jess stop spinning? She wanted him to stop spinning so that she could tell him that she was in love with Logan. She had to be in love with Logan. She was so in love with him that even kissing another guy was enough to make her want to vomit. She cringed, and tried not to think of that word anymore.

"Uh, about what?"

Why was Jess speaking so softly? She could barely hear him. And she wished he would stop spinning. And turn the furnace down, how could he even breathe in here?

"Jess... I," she stumbled over to him, clinging onto his arms for support. She felt so dizzy.

"Rory?" his worried voice sounded muffled. God, it was so hot.

"Should really turn the furnace down," she mumbled in-coherently.

"What?" Jess asked, confused. But Rory's hands dropped suddenly to her stomach, and she leaned away from him, vomiting all over his warn carpet. Then she felt a dull ache in her head and everything began to fade to black. "Jess... can't see..." were the last words to escape her lips before she felt warm arms encircle her and everything drift away.

Rory's eyes fluttered open, and she took in her surroundings confusedly. Where was she?

"Rory?"

She knew that voice, she knew it so well. But what was it doing here?

"Jess?" she mumbled with a dry voice. And then it all came back to her, Philadelphia, Jess, the kiss-

"Are you feeling okay?"

Her eyebrows furrowed, she still felt queasy, and everything was still spinning a little. Her head was now threatening to explode.

"Rory?"

"Uh-huh," she lied.

"You know, you should warn me the next time you decide to pull a Kate Hudson impression all over my carpet," he said, the relief clearly evident in his voice that she was at least okay enough to answer.

"I'm..." she tried to finish, but another wave of nausea came over her.

She felt something cool on her forehead. It felt so good against the heat.

"God, Rory. You're burning up. Hang on."

She felt the coolness leave her skin, and groaned in protest. After that she was too dazed to be conscious of anything, until she felt something cool and soft and wet being placed gently on her forehead. She reached up and grabbed the hand that was placing it there.

"Jess," she spoke quietly, "please, don't go." Her voice sounded slightly panicked. She didn't want to drift back into that unconscious state again, it scared her. She needed him to be there with her.

"Rory, it's okay, I'm not going anywhere," he promised.

But tears began to fall from her eyes and she began to sniffle. She knew it was stupid, but this was the first time she had been sick and her mother hadn't been there to take care of her.

"Rory, what's wrong? Do you need anything? Water? Aspirin?"

Rory shook her head. An Aspirin probably would have been good but she was so dizzy she couldn't even remember which way was up. She sniffled again, wishing her mom was there.

"Wanna vomit on my carpet again? It's cathartic, I hear."

Rory sniffled again and let out a small laugh. But then it disappeared and was replaced with a sob. She felt his cool fingers brush her hair behind her ear, and she leant slightly into the touch.

"Rory?" he repeated worriedly.

"Where am I?" she mumbled suddenly.

"Philla-"

"No, I mean, is this your bed?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Oh."

"Is that okay? I didn't know what else to do-"

"Thanks, Jess," she mumbled sincerely.

They sat in silence for a moment, before Rory spoke up sleepily, "Jess?"

"Yeah?"

"... I miss my mom."

Jess was shaken by that and wasn't exactly sure what he should do. "Uh... I could call her if you want?"

"No, don't go," Rory panicked again, pulling on his arm.

"Rory, I need to get the phone if I'm gonna' call her-"

"No, it's okay, just... please stay."

He looked down at her, her eyes fluttering as she began to feel more and more drowsy, and a sudden wave of protectiveness came over him.

"Okay," he nodded, "I'll stay."

tbc...