Disclaimer: I do not own Jonny Quest or related characters.
A/N: Again, this is why I shouldn't brainstorm ideas while sleep deprived. We get silly stuff like this.
Almost every week Jessie called her dad and talked to him over the phone. It wasn't as good as seeing him face to face, but it helped keep them in contact while he was with the Quest family. Though, this week her dad's voice sounded... off. "Dad, are you okay?" The ten-year-old asked.
"Yeah. I'm fine, Panchita." He answered. His voice was hoarse, and at times even sounded weak.
"Your voice is hoarse." The girl pointed out.
Before he could answered Jessie heard another voice demand, "Race, are you on the phone?"
Jessie interpreted the following silence as her dad giving Dr. Quest the 'deer in the headlights' look.
"That's what I thought." She heard Dr. Quest mutter in a scolding tone. "You should be resting."
"Resting?" Jessie asked. Then she put two and two together. "Dad, are you sick?"
"You can hear him?" Race dodged the question by asking another one.
"Yes I can hear him!" Jessie answered.
"To answer your question, Jessie, yes." Dr. Quest stated, his voice sounded louder.
"Hey!" Race exclaimed, his voice cracking. He coughed a few times as the phone was taken from him.
"Sorry to cut your phone call short Jessie," The scientist murmured, "But your father has a cold and should be resting." It was very clear that Quest was glaring at Race as he said that last line.
"Talking on the phone isn't going to kill me." Race muttered.
"You, no. Your voice however, probably." Dr. Quest answered.
"That's okay, Doctor Quest," Jessie said, "I understand. Can I say goodbye to him before I get off this?"
"Of course." Dr. Quest answered.
After a brief goodbye Jessie got off the phone. She sighed, feeling a little disappointed. She thought her dad could take care of himself without someone having to tell him what to do.