Thanks for the reviews and messages, everyone! For those of you asking why I stopped writing, there are some gems in the reviews. I deleted most of the whiny reviews on my other stories, but I left them this time so everyone could see what I'm talking about.

On Saturday morning, the first thing Sharon noticed was that Andy was practically on top of her. She started to push him off of her, but she realized she was freezing. Her head was pounding, and everything felt heavy and achy. As her mind cleared, she remembered having to sit up several times during the night to cough. She stumbled to the bathroom to rid herself of the glass of water she now remembered Andy bringing her at some point during the night and went across the hall to check on Rusty. His bed was empty, but she could hear the TV on in the living room. She put a pair of pajama pants on under her nightgown to warm up a little before going to see about Rusty.

"Why aren't you in bed?" Sharon asked, yawning and rubbing her eyes as she stepped into the living room. She hadn't paid attention to what time it was before she got out of bed, but she looked outside and could see that the sun was only beginning to rise. Rusty looked at her over the back of the couch from his half-sitting-up, half-lying position. "Couldn't sleep. I don't feel like sleeping all the time anymore, but I still feel like something beat the shit out of me and left me for dead, so here we are."

"I'm sorry, honey. You shouldn't feel too bad for much longer, though. Have you taken anything?" Sharon leaned over the back of the couch and kissed his forehead. She couldn't really tell how warm he felt with her own temperature being thrown off, but his cheeks weren't as flushed, and his eyes looked a little clearer than they had the day before. She accidentally coughed a little before she could turn her head away.

"Gross, Mom, did Mimi not teach you to cover your mouth when you cough?!" Rusty huffed, dramatically wiping at his face. "And I just took some Tylenol."

Sharon ignored him and looked closely at him for another moment.. "I think your temperature's a little lower today...And it's a little too late for you to be worried about germs."

Rusty's eyes widened. "Damn it, Mom, are you sick, too?"

"No, I don't feel that bad." She knew she wasn't fooling anyone, but she just wanted to be left alone. She sat beside Rusty on the couch, her limbs feeling too heavy to take anymore steps for another blanket or the Tylenol.

Rusty rolled his eyes. "Oh, god, here we go. Why can't you just admit to being sick?"

"Shut up and give me some of your blanket."

"Mo-om, I don't feel good," Rusty whined. "Tell Darth to pipe down."

"Darth has no sympathy when you make your mother sick, young man."

"You can't pin that on me," Rusty pointed out. "You're the one who always insists on treating me like a toddler when I'm sick."

"Why are you bringing facts into this?" Sharon moaned. "And I probably caught it at work, anyway, Mike and Wes are sick, too. You're just the one that's here, and I need someone to blame this on."

"Yeah, not getting your flu shot yet has nothing to do with it."

"At least I don't nearly pass out at the sight of a needle," Sharon muttered. Trying to talk him into a flu shot was a battle she'd stopped trying to fight long ago.

"And do you see me passing blame? I knew the risks."

"What is the bickering about?" Andy mumbled, stumbling into the living room. "And why can't it wait for a time other than the crack of dawn on a Saturday?" He hadn't slept very well, anyway. Sleeping with Sharon in his arms hadn't been what he'd thought it would be. Her sharp elbows and cold feet hadn't stayed as stationary as one would've hoped.

"I brought facts into Mom's argument, and Darth didn't like it."

Andy nodded knowingly. "I can relate, kid. How are you guys feeling?"

"Like shit," Rusty immediately volunteered, not hesitating to voice his plight.

"Just leave me alone," Sharon gasped between coughs. "I'll be fine."

"Yeah, you sound like it." Andy had his hand on her forehead before she could avoid it. "Damn, you're hot."

"I know, but Rusty doesn't want to hear that," Sharon mumbled, still trying to get away from his hand.

"Ewwww, Mom, it's way too early for you guys to be gross!"

Andy rolled his eyes. "The other kind of hot. This will actually be easier than I thought. Your reflexes are a joke."

"Andy!" Sharon huffed. "All right, fine. Just know I'll remember this when I'm well again," she said meaningfully. If he didn't want the threat of a temporary penis embargo hanging over his head, then he'd stop being an ass. Okay, fine, he wasn't really being an ass, but the hour was early and her mood was foul.

"Okay, okay." Andy smoothed her hair back and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Do you guys need anything?"

"More juice for me, and Mom needs Tylenol and another blanket," Rusty reported. "She's trying to freeze me to death."

"I think I can take care of that. And I don't think there's any danger of anyone freezing to death in here." Andy got the pillows from their bed, found another blanket, and spread it over Sharon before getting drinks for her and Rusty and the Tylenol. She accepted the pills from his offered hand and took them without protest. "Do you—"

"I'm fine, just let me sleep."

"Okay. Let me know if you need anything. I'll be right here." Andy lifted her head long enough to put a pillow under her and pushed her hair out of her face.

Sharon's expression softened as she got more comfortable and closed her eyes. "Hmm."

"That was 'thank you' in Grumpy Mom," Rusty informed Andy.

"Not grumpy," Sharon murmured. "I'll deal with you when I wake up."

"Uh-huh." Rusty grabbed the other pillow Andy had brought in and lay down as he flipped through the channels on the TV.

Andy pulled one of the chairs over to the couch and watched Sharon as she fell asleep. He didn't want to annoy her, but he wished she'd let him do more for her. He looked over at Rusty. "So, kid, any survival tips for the next week or so? I never dreamed she'd be such a grouch when she's sick!"

Rusty nodded. "Yeah, I didn't, either. I mean, I guess I never thought about her getting sick at all before the first time after I moved in. She somehow never caught anything from me, even though she was always in my face, but she's brought some random shit home a couple of times...And then immediately passed it to me." Rusty sat up and took a few sips of juice. "Just try to treat her normally. I mean, bring her stuff when she needs it and do stuff for her, but don't, like, ask her how she's feeling every two seconds. I know she's a pro at that, but she gets annoyed when she's not the one hovering."

"Okay...That makes sense. But should I make her check her temperature? That's the first thing she did with you the other morning."

"God, no. That's just asking for her to get pissed off. It has to be her idea. But, there is an ear thermometer in the medicine cabinet if you're really worried. You can check it while she's asleep."

"I like the way you think." Andy got up and retrieved the thermometer. He waited until he was sure Sharon was deeply asleep before slipping the thermometer into her ear. "103.2...Isn't that kind of high?"

Rusty shrugged. "Mine was something like that the morning I got sick, and the Tylenol will help. I've never seen her too worried about a fever unless it's 104 or just won't go down."

"All right...I never did this, though, agreed?"

Rusty shook his head. "You think I want to be a material witness in another murder? Your secret's safe with me."