Summary: Being a doctor has its disadvantages when someone you love is sick.

Pair: A/S

Set: Post-series

Spoilers: None

She felt it building inside her, but then it backed off again. No, this time she was definitely going to...

Nope.

Wait... wait. There it was –

"Ahchoo!" Amanda sneezed loudly.

"Sometimes I hate being a doctor." Simon Lloyd said laughingly over the top of his book.

Amanda cocked an eyebrow at him, asking from behind a tissue "How come?"

"Because every time you sound even slightly congested, I worry that you have pneumonia, and every time you sneeze these days, I think you have Swine Flu."

"Ah, Doctor Lloyd, you are adorably paranoid." She smiled at her partner before blowing her nose.

"I'm sorry." He said it so earnestly that her head popped back up, confusion on her features.

"What for?" Her tone was light and amused.

"Being so overprotective of you." He said softly, lowering his book to his lap.

Amanda smiled kindly at him. "Simon, overprotective is calling me every five minutes to see where I am and locking me in the house when you leave. Worrying if I'm sick... that's more what I'd call very sweet."

He set his book down and moved onto the couch she was sitting on to do what he'd been dying to do for almost fifteen minutes:

Put the back of his hand to her forehead to check her temperature. It was a little high. He moved his hands to her neck and felt her glands. They were raised. Amanda tipped her head back a little and laughed softly.

"What?" He asked, amusement in both his voice and his eyes.

"You're a hypocrite." She grinned before kissing him briefly.

"Why?" His brow furrowed, and subconsciously his fingers touched his lips. They already missed having contact with hers.

A coy smile formed on her lips. "I seem to remember you having a very morally-high-grounded rant one day about never treating your loved ones."

He managed to catch the words before they came out of his mouth, but not before they flashed behind his eyes. 'You're different'

"Don't even try it, Simon, this is exactly the same."

"You have a cold, gorgeous. It's not the same as colon cancer."

"Well, two minutes ago you thought I had pneumonia. Or Swine Flu." She pressed, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of making her case.

"Say 'Ahh'." He dodged, tipping her head back as she opened her mouth {and rolled her eyes} so he got the best out of their halogen down-lights.

"Your throat's red."

"It should be; it's sore!" Simon smiled at her tenderly before pressing carefully on her sinuses. He was about to ask her if they were tender, but before he could open his mouth, Amanda had caught him by the wrists and pushed his hands away gently.

"Simon." She chided affectionately. "This isn't even doctor worthy. I just need some lemon and ginger tea and I'll be as good as new."

"Oh, so it is especially attentive partner worthy?" The smile she shot him was somehow completely angelic, and cheeky all at once.

"That would be the correct inference; yes." He smiled and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead.

"Your wish is my command."

"That's a very dangerous thing to say, Doctor Lloyd." She called after him with a wicked smirk. He turned and graced her with a lopsided grin.

"I was hoping you'd say that."