A/N: KnockKnock. So, this one took me longer than I expected. It was hardest to write for me till here. I did some research and I hope it's all good this way.

Back behind the stage Claudia and Steve set the guitars back to their places. They shot each other short glances, both of them still smiling brightly. It felt so harmonic. So relaxed. The moment felt perfect to her. So she made a quick decision, or she thought so.

'Now', Claudia thought,'If I don't talk to him now, I never will! He needs to know what I feel, even if he doesn't feel the same. It's not fair to lie to him. He would notice it anyway. But what if he wouldn't? What if it would make everything worse?'.

She knew he'd never want to hurt her. He would try to help her. But what would that mean for him? She couldn't do that to him. But she had to, right?

She cleared her throat. "Listen Steve...I...", suddenly the redhead stopped dead in her tracks. She felt a little dizzy. Okay, maybe more than just a little. She felt her heart racing again, but this time it was different.

"Steve?". She sounded so different now. Something was wrong. When Steve turned around to look at her he was shocked by the sight. His partner just stood there. He'd never seen her so pale. So exhausted. He walked back to her and carefully touched her arm. "Claude? What...what's happening? How are you?".

Claudia looked up to him. "I'm...I'm fine. Really. Just, did someone turn up the heater? I feel kinda...", her voice was weak, barely a whisper. She felt like crap, but she had worried Steve enough for today.

He carefully touched the young womans head. His eyes widened with even more worry. "Claudia, you're burning!". It had to be the artifact. What else could it be? But what was the artifact? The police had blamed it all on drugs in the other cases. But he saw similarities to now. High fever. Pale skin. And she was shaking violently now. His mind was racing with the same speed as her heart.

Claudia began to panic when she noticed that her vision began to flicker. She stumbled backwards and walked against a wall. Slowly she sat down on the floor and pulled her knees under her chin. She forced herself to look up and paniced even more when she saw everything twice. She tried to think. What did she touch? How had it started? How could she stop this? The questions in her head became more and more but she wasn't able to think clearly enough to answer a single one of them.

Steve was nearly as scared as her. He just stared down to the usually so strong redhead for a couple of seconds. When he came to his senses again he decided that he needed help. The agent quickly pulled his Farnsworth out of his jacket and called his boss. He picked up a few seconds later. "Artie, listen. We have a situation here and..."

"What is it? Please tell me you know more now than when you last called me.", Artie cut him off in his usual grumpy mood.

"Artie, it's Claudia. She...", Steve hesitated and looked back at his partner before he turned to the screen again. "I think she got whammied."

Now the older man looked just as worried as him. "Why? What happened? How is she?".

Steve took a deep breath and stuttered, "I don't know what exactly happened. We just came backstage again after our performance. Out there everything was fine. Now she..she has high fever. She is shaking. She...", the younger man turned his Farnsworth so Artie could see it himself. The old agent gulped and put his hand in front of if mouth. Then he clasped his hands behind his hand.

When Steve turned the communication device back around Artie was already furiously typing at the computer. "Shaking, fever, dizziness...anything else?".

Steve looked in Claudias direction again. "She's really pale." His voice was quiet now. Just minuits ago the world seemed so perfect and now everything went wrong. He tried to calm himself down. To remember that this wasn't the first time anything like this happened. That it always found a good end. It had to. He slowy took a step forward and carefully lowered himself down so he could look at his partners face.

The redhead looked at him. She was breathing heavy. "Heart. Racing. Sight. Flickering.", she gulped and touched her forehead.

He nodded and stroke a piece of her hair out of her face. "It will be allright. We'll find out what to do.". He didn't know whether he tried to help her or himself right now. He heard their boss talking about artfacts that could cause symtoms like hers in the background. But Steve was too focused on Claudia to actually listen to Artie.

The young woman looked so weak. Almost like...like Livi had looked when she had...Suddenly Steves eyes widened. He remembered that face. That haunted look. "Artie, diabetes." He simply said, a blank expression on his face.

"What? How did you get this idea?", Artie asked.

"My sister, Olivia, had diabetes. This reminds me of one of her attacks. It was rarely ever so bad, but...do you think it's possible? Is there an artifact that could do that?", his panicked eyes wandered back and forth between the Farnsworth and Claudia. Olivia didn't die because of her illness, but the first time it was a really close call. They had to bring her to the hospital. They were both very young back then. That was the day they found out about his sisters illness. And because nobody knew what was happening, they needed some time to figure out how to help her. He was so scared. But she always survived. And so would Claudia. He would make sure she would.

Artie was researching diabetes-connected artifacts in the music scene of Nashville. Both men stared at the different screens when the computer gave a loud noise.

"Cash.", the old man grumbled. In panic Steve was one step from asking Artie if he had caught some street slang wrong or if he was actually talking about money in a situation like this. Then it hit him.

"Wait, are you telling me that we are looking for a Johnny Cash artifact?", he asked. "Artie, Cash was a singer and a guitarist. We are at a music contest. This could take hours! Hours we might not have! Can't we just call an ambulance and let the doctors cure her the normal way?". Now Steve was angry. He didn't knew where to direct his anger, since he didn't know who caused all of this. But once he would find this guy...Jinks once again had to keep himself calm. It wouldn't help her if he freaked out like that.

"Steve, it's an artifact. The doctors wouldn't understand what's wrong. They would just ask questions. They can't help her now. But we can."

The younger agent nodded. "Okay, so what do we know?". While he talked to his boss he kept glancing over to the redhead. She was still shaking, but at least it didn't look like it had become any worse than before.

"Allright. Apperantly Cash was at the hospital multiple times because of illness or, so the rumors say, drugs and alcohol. But the reason for his death, at 2 a.m. on the 12th of september 2003, was a diabetes attack. Some people think it was caused through stress and through heartache, because a couple of months ago his beloved wife June had died. It was never really confirmed what happened and if it was partly caused by June's death, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't too unimportant either.".

Steve nodded at the information, his blue eyes half watching Claudia and half searching the room. Now he just needed to find something that belonged to a singer backstage at a music contest to save his partners life.

A/N: They didn't exactly give us much input about Olivia so I thought something out myself. I have seen Allison playing a diabetes attack on One Tree Hill once, but I don't know how accurate I wrote it. All the infos about J. Cash are from my online research. Feedback is always helpful. - KTF CLM