Okay so I was requested to write a Foxxay sick fic and this is what I came up with, this is the intro to a collection of really tiny one-shots that are centred around the idea of Misty being ill and annoying and Cordelia having to put up with it. Humour-based more than anything else to be honest, just like roll with it and stuff.

Misty let out a frustrated grunt, throwing yet another empty tissue box at the wall. She looked at the clock, trying to work out how long it had been since Delia left. A half hour. She sighed, gazing longingly at the record player in the corner of the room, remembering the headmistress' warnings about flu and headaches and "Stevie may soothe your soul but loud music won't do much good for a sore head."

I'll just put it on real quiet.

She looked around the room, almost as if to make sure she wouldn't get in trouble, before getting up and swiftly making her way towards the vinyl.

Well, that was the plan anyway.

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Cordelia was teaching a class downstairs when a loud thud resonated through the house. Frowning, she silenced the students that had broken out in confused chatter and reached out with her mind in an attempt to find the source of the noise.

Her eyes snapped back to the class, worry plain on her face. She swiftly sent the students on their way, before transmuting to Misty's bedroom. There, she found the younger witch, a groaning mess on the floor.

Sighing, she moved to help the other girl up,

"You know, there was a reason that I told you to stay in bed. You're not going to get better if you keep straining yourself."

The older witches' eyes softened as she helped lower a coughing and spluttering Misty back down onto the bed, pausing to check her fever with the back of her hand.

"Delia, I'm fine, I just, you know how I get - I can't stay still for too long, I get all antsy"

Cordelia sat down on the bed beside her lover, a chuckle escaping her lips at the way the swamp witch's blocked nose altered the sound of her signature twang.

"First of all, anyone who pronounces 'I'm' with a b can't possibly be fine…"

She stroked her fingers through Misty's curls, frowning slightly at the heat radiating from her head.

"…I do know how you get though, but all that you can do about it is rest, the more resting you do the sooner you'll be better."

The older witch's heart fluttered as a small pout appeared on the lips of the wild-haired blonde.

"But we're witches! Ain't there some sorta potion that I can take that'll make it all better? I miss the greenhouse Delia, I miss Stevie, hell, I even miss the girls."

Misty's exasperated whine sent her off in another coughing fit while Cordelia's frown deepened, wishing there was some way she could help her love.

"It doesn't work like that I'm afraid, you'll just have to let it run its course"

She leant down, placing a kiss on the younger witch's forehead, hearing her whimper beneath her.

"At least you've got your very own supreme to nurse you back to health."

She joked, watching misty smile as she did so.

The two fell into silence for a while after that, Delia playing with Misty's curls and Misty using her finger to draw patterns on Cordelia's palm.

"Delia, what about the girls?"

Misty looked up at her lover, brows knit together in worry.

"I mean, won't they notice if you're spendin' all this time up here with me? I don't mind them knowin' - you know I don't, I'd shout our love to the heavens if it'd make ya happy, but if you're not ready then maybe this whole nursin' thing ain't the best idea…"

"Screw the girls, they can think what they like. You, Misty Day, are my priority, and I will always look after you. I suppose it just means I'll have to be sly."

Cordelia placed another kiss on the swamp witch's forehead, a sly grin creeping over her features as she winked down at her lover.

Author's note: And so it begins…