Sickness and it's result.

Finally the long awaited chapter 2. I know it's been a long time and I'm happy for all the reviews I've gotten. This chap might be small, but I hope you all enjoy.

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"So... Wanna tell us what you were doin' flying around in the rain?" Ace folded his hands down on the frame of the swivel chair as he leaned forward. His eyebrows lifted slightly, eyes looking toward the bedridden female. Buttercup turned her head from where she had been staring out the window, a glare forming in her green eyes. "That's none of your business." She answered, turning her head back around to continue staring. How long had it been raining? Since... Maybe last night?

She turned her head slightly, glancing behind the green skinned teen to where the time was flashing across the computer screen. 10:12 P.M. She let out a slight groan, allowing her head to fall backwards back into the soft pillow. It hadn't been easy, tossing and turning each time she tried to sleep.

Ace lowered his head to rest across his folded hands, giving the floor a kick with his shoe. The chair pushed forward, coming to rest a few inches away from the bed. "So... Ya were just flyin' cause ya wanted ta hit the ground?" He asked, the amused sarcasm clear in his voice. The hero turned her head, the glare deepening as she struggled to sit up. It took her a moment to do so, but she did, her voice raising. "Listen... I didn't ask you to pick me up like... some homeless cat, so shove it straight up your-!" She cut off, feeling his hand reach out, pressing down over her mouth.

"Jesus... Ya wanna keep it down!" He hissed quietly, keeping his hand over her mouth tightly. "My sisters would fuckin' flip if they knew you was here."

Sisters? He's got a family? Somehow she just couldn't picture it. This gangsta wannabe ever being someone's son or a mother's baby at some point. She used her own hand, reaching up to shove the hand away from her mouth. "Don't grab me..." She lowered her voice to a hissed whisper, before a slight smirk found it's way over her lips. "Sisters? You mean you weren't raised by little trolls?"

He pulled his hand back, letting it dangle at his side as he sat forward in the chair for a second time. "Yeah.. Both of em' are older and even bitchier then you." The glare on her face only caused him to grin just a little, the single fang showing. "They'd kinda pitch a fit if they knew I was hidin' a girl up here."

Buttercup kept the glare up, before she covered her mouth with both hands as a coughing fit erupted. She bent her body forward, her shoulders seeming to shake as she continued. A few seconds she felt a hand rest over the middle of her back, rubbing the spot in an attempt to sooth the coughing. It stopped after a few more minutes, her head dropping down as she slowly began to breathe. "Get offa me..."

".. Yer real grateful." He knew he was pushing the limit by tending to tick her off a little more. It would probably land him a few dozen broken bones when her illness blew over. Buttercup lifted her head, pulling her knees up along with the sheet until it rested against her chest, her arms wrapping around them instead. It wasn't like she was letting down her guard... If needed, she'd be able to knock him right through the wall. Ace had to be smarter then Bubbles..

Bubbles...

Blossom...

Her sisters!

She let out a sudden groan, further burying her head into her knees as the thoughts finally sank into her mind. "Fuckin' god..." She mumbled through slightly gritted teeth as she lifted her head. She turned it, glancing at Ace. The older teen was staring at her, eyebrows raised curiously as she swore. "Little girl's gotta bad lip." He teased lightly, before ducking his head down to avoid the pillow that had been thrown his way.

He twisted his head around to watch as the object collided with his dresser, knocking off a few objects which clattered down to the carpeted floor. "Ey! Do I throw yer stuff around like that?" Nothing of importance, it wasn't like anyone other then his sisters came into his room. Mostly to clean and or to bitch it was time for him to wake up.

"Can I use your phone?"

"Huh?"

"Phone, thingy with a dial tone." She deadpanned, her patience beginning to wear quite thin. This guy had kidnapped her, had his friends strip her and... Why wasn't she beating his head into the crappy looking wall?

Ace let out a slight rush of air, pretending to examine his black fingernails. Not nail polish, sharpie the product of being bored one day. "Well.. It'll cost ya about five dollars and with the medical expense, yer tab is kinda high.."

"Tab?" Her voice rose a second time, her eyes widening just a bit as she stared at him. Was he actually going to charge her for all of this? "Just give me the damn phone!"

"Sssh!" He hissed, raising his hands as he motioned to the door. If his sisters weren't asleep, there'd be serious trouble if one of them walked in. "..Ya can use the phone, I'll go get it." He pushed back from the chair, setting his feet on the ground as he fully stood. "Jus'... Stay in the bed." He twisted his body slightly, jabbing a finger down at the said object she laid in. Buttercup stuck out her tongue at his back, twisting her lips into a disgusted snarl as he left.

I swear... Where does he get off treating me like a fucking kid!

You should be grateful, he did save you.

Now even her mind was beginning to betray her. She let her body flop back into the bed, her eyes slowly sliding to close. When Ace returned, she'd call her sisters and listen to Blossom bitch her out. Maybe she'd just rest her eyes for a few minutes...

Ace reentered the room, a light blue cordless phone held tightly in his fingers. He used his free hand to close the door, twisting his head to look at the hero. She had fallen back asleep? "Geez, kid..." He let the phone toss onto the bed, hearing the faint thud. Crossing, the room he removed his sunglasses, dropping them down onto the dresser. He was pretty tired himself...

A few minutes later he kicked off his shoes, shifting his body onto the bed as he crawled over the sleeping female to the free space on the other side of the bed. Next to the window he could hear the rain continuing and even the few cars that raced by. He dropped his head to rest against the seperate pillow, closing his eyes as he let out a yawn himself.

It was technically his bed after all.

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Not the last chap and this one kinda sucked, but I wanted to get it up. Review