Sorry about the long wait. Anyway, here is the next oneshot.

September 1995

"It was a cool picture!"

"I'm sure it was a nice cat Troy," Elaine said as she watered the flowers in her garden.

"But you didn't see it! Cam added whiskers and Chad's tail was blue! Ms. Donald wanted to put it up on the board it was so good." Troy itched his arm, feeling a bump under his fingers he looked down. His eyes widened at the sight of a small red bump on his skin. Quickly he pulled down the sleeve of his jacket.

"I'm going inside," he said quickly before running out of the yard and into the house. Once he was inside and sure no one was around, he examined his arm. Now, his entire arm was covered in the bumps. He pulled his sleeve down, deciding that hiding it would be the best thing to do for now.

Troy walked to the playpen, where Mack was playing with blocks. "Hey Mack," he said.

"Pink," she said in her (what Troy thought was annoying) baby voice. Her finger was stretched out and pointing at his face. His eyes widened and he ran to the sink, grabbing a spoon and looking at his reflection. The bumps had spread to his face, now there was no way to hide it.

"Troy, what are you doing," Jack asked after putting his coat on the rack. Troy put a hand to his forehead and turned around. "Nothing," he answered quickly.

"Nothing," Jack wondered aloud. He grabbed Troy's hand gently and pulled it off his forehead. "What's that," he asked.

"I don't know," he said unconsciously itching his stomach.

"Aren't you hot with that jacket on," Jack asked, reaching to remove it from Troy's shoulders. Troy shook his head, but Jack still took it off. He looked suspiciously at the bumps, before realizing Troy was itching his forehead. Jack lifted up his shirt to find the little bumps on his stomach too and suddenly knew what was going on. "Elaine!"

She walked in the room, looking slightly annoyed at being beckoned for what seemed like the millionth time that day. When it wasn't Mack, it was Troy and now Jack. "What?"

"Troy has the chickenpox."

"I'm never eating chicken again," Troy shrieked. "I'm itchy!"

Jack and Elaine laughed. "No sweetheart, it's not from a chicken," Elaine told him.

"Pink," the three heard from the living room. Jack and Elaine's eyes widened. "Is Mack going to get itchy too," Troy asked innocently.

Elaine rushed into the other room and grabbed the two year old in her arms. "Should we let her get it too. Them both at the same time," Jack suggested.

"I don't know Jack," Elaine said. "I don't want..." She shut her eyes. "Do we have to bring Troy in? I don't want him in the hospital again-"

"Elaine! You're getting worked up. It's chickenpox," he said, trying to calm her down.

"Dad I'm itchy," Troy yelled, running in the room, skidding on the wood floor. Mack started to giggle. "Hey," he yelled at her from the ground, which was a bad move because she started screaming.

"Troy," Elaine scolded.

"Dad!"

"Ahhh!"

Jack turned around, pulling his hair. He took a deep breath and was about to turn back when he felt a tug on his pant leg. He looked into Troy's blue eyes. "I'm itchy," he stated.

"I know," Jack told him, picking him up and throwing him over his shoulder. Troy laughed.

"Jack," Elaine warned.

"I'm not doing anything," he said. "Troy likes it, and it's not hurting him. How about we not do anything and if Mack gets the chickenpox, she gets it. I'd just assume we get them both done with at the same time."

"But Jack," Elaine said. "I want to call the doctor. You and I both know Troy can't fight infections well and I don't want him getting really sick."

"Go ahead, and while you're talking ask what we should do about Mack."

Jack put Troy down and Elaine handed Mack to him. "Don't itch it Troy," Jack said, seeing Troy scratching at his face.

"Why, it's itchy!"

"It will get infected and you don't want that do you?"

Troy shook his head and ran to the kitchen. Jack got his daughter to stop crying before going to listen to one side of the conversation Elaine was having with the doctor.

"Okay. Thank you Doctor Chandler. Yes, good bye."

"What did he say?"

"He's coming over around five to give Troy some drug to make it less severe. Turns out," she said, clearly agitated. "Troy could have gotten very ill. But this is suppose to help. And he's giving Mack a new shot. If she hasn't already gotten it, this should make it so she won't get it."

"New shot?"

"Yes," Elaine told him. "It's perfectly safe and she won't have chickenpox if it isn't already in her system."

Jack nodded. "What about Troy?"

"Bed rest. And if he starts to show signs of infection or pneumonia-"

"Pneumonia," Jack repeated. "He can't get that again. He just had a case of it!"

"Well, if he shows signs, we bring him to the hospital."

Jack rolled his eyes and looked at Mack, who raised her eyebrows and widened her eyes. He smiled and she stuck out her tongue. "That's not very nice," he told her. He heard a faint sound in the distance and turned toward the kitchen. "Troy! You're not scratching again are you?"

"No," came the delayed reply.

"This is going to be fun," Elaine told him leaning against the wall.

"Lovely," Jack said.

"Offy," Mack said, trying to copy Jack.

Later that night, Elaine sat down on the edge of the bed. "Jack, you're a genius."

"I know," he said, looking over a piece of paper with symptoms they were to look out for in Troy. If he displayed any, the doctor wanted to hear about it.

"No, I'm serious," she said. "Those oven mitts are helping so much. He's barely scratching." There was a pause. "I don't want him going back."

"I know," Jack said, this time looking up at her.

"No, I mean I don't want him going back to kindergarten." Jack raised an eyebrow. "I don't want him getting sick again. I barely go on business trips and he doesn't do anything in kindergarten I can't teach him here."

"He needs to meet new people," Jack reasoned.

"He already knows Chad and Cam," Elaine said. "Please Jack, he can go back in first grade. I just..."

"I understand, but I don't know if it's the right thing to do. He loves school, before long he's going to hate it. Why take that away from him?"

"His health."

Jack nodded and sighed. It was true that Troy had only been to school for less than a month and he had already contracted an illness. "I guess you're right," he said. "Troy's going to be heart broken."

"I know," Elaine said. "But, it's what's best for him."

"I hope you're right. I'll talk to the school tomorrow."

I did a little research for this. Turns out, the chickenpox shot came to the U.S. In 1995 and if someone with a weak immune system, like Troy, could get a more severe case of chickenpox if they got it. So, there's my lesson.

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