A/N: Thank you all again so much for the kind words about this story. I am really glad that you all liked it. My plan is to finish up my other stories along with a couple one shots, so be on the look out for those. Please enjoy the last chapter and as always let me know what you think!


He was dreaming, or at least he thought he was. He wasn't too sure of anything right now, except that he knew something was not right. His whole body was in pain as if he had over used every single one of his muscles. And he was hot, wait no he was cold. His whole body was shivering and the blankets were not helping.

In summery he just felt miserable, and it didn't seem like there was anything he could do about. Without meaning to tears started to roll down his cheeks. He didn't know why he was crying, but once he started he couldn't stop. It quickly turned into angry sobs wracking his entire body. He wanted to get out of bed, but he was too weak for that. He needed someone anyone to help him. He just wanted the crying to stop and to be warm.

When James heard the crying he threw down the book and ran over to his grandson. He quickly pulled him up into his arms and started to rock him. "It's alright Henry." He whispered into the boy's hair hoping to calm him down.

"I want my mom." was his response and curled further into his grandfather. He wasn't sure which mother he was referring to right now. His adopted mother who had taken care of him every other time when he was sick, or his birth mother who was lost in an unknown land.

"I know you do." James replied in the same soothing tone as before. He let a hand travel from the back of Henry's head to his forehead; the heat was higher then before. He knew the fever was the cause of everything – the chills, the tears – and needed to be lowered right away.

Reluctantly he laid his grandson back down on the bed and ran into the kitchen to gather the supplies. He never took his eyes off of Henry. When back he poured more medicine into the spoon and lifted the child head up to help him take it. That was followed by a few sips of water. Henry didn't drink as much as he would have liked, but they would have to try it again later. Finally Charming placed and cool washcloth on his burning forehead.

"Too cold." Henry moaned and tried to take it off.

Charming took the washcloth off and gently started to wipe down his face instead, "I know it is, but it will help bring your fever down."

Henry continued to moan and wiggle his head trying his hardest to avoid the washcloth. Charming hated having to cause the boy pain, but he knew it was the best thing to do if he wanted that fever to be lowered.

When Henry's movements slowed down, whether out of exhaustion or he got used to the temperate of the washcloth he didn't know, he laid the compress on his forehead and headed upstairs to get a new shirt for his grandson. Between everything that had happened in the past two days they had not been able to unpack his clothes, which meant they were all still in the bag. He searched through it until he found a t-shirt, when he looked up he noticed a white object on Emma's bed. Standing up he saw that it wasn't just any object, but the baby blanket that his daughter had been sent through in.

Picking that up as well he headed back downstairs. He let out a laugh when he saw that Henry had managed to throw the washcloth off of his forehead and onto the floor. He picked Henry off the bed and removed the sweaty long-sleeve shirt and replaced it with the clean t-shirt.

"I brought something for you." James whispered and handed Henry the blanket.

His grandson had read the book enough to know what he was just given. He wrapped the blanket up in his arms and took in a big breath; it still smelled like his mom. With that final thought he allowed his mother's sent to help him fall back asleep.

Charming sat next to Henry on the bed and watched as he fell asleep. He placed his hand on his forehead once again and was glad that it felt cooler, though it wasn't by much. He would have to keep a closer eye on his grandson until the fever broke, he didn't want it to raise that high again.

Glancing over at the clock he took notice at the time. It was getting late and he knew that he wouldn't be able to concentrate on research anymore. It was best to call it a night and join Henry in bed. Once he was ready for bed he did a final check on the kid, he didn't feel any cooler but he didn't feel any warmer either so he took that as a good sign. He slid into bed alongside his grandson, being this close would allow him to know if things got worse and for less travel time to get to Henry. Even though he had been home most of the day, he was exhausted and it didn't take long till he joined him grandson in deep slumber.

He woke up the following morning feeling well rested. Nothing had happened during the course of the night, which allowed him to sleep the entire time. Once his mind was fully awake he looked over at Henry. He could see a fine sheen of sweat over his grandson's face and let out a sigh of relief. Before he could let his hopes get too high he placed he brushed aside the boy's bangs to feel his forehead, it was much cooler then before. Finally the fever had broken.

He slowly got out of bed so not to disturb Henry; he was in no rush to wake the kid up. Padding into the kitchen he started up the coffee pot. While he was waiting for it to, he looked back over at his grandson. Even in his sleep Henry looked much better then he did before and hopefully he would continue to get better and not worse.

A smile appeared on Charming's face as Henry finally woke up. "Morning kid." He greeted.

Henry let out a big yawn and waved to his grandfather. He easily pushed himself out of bed and joined Charming in the kitchen.

"You feeling better?" he asked while checking his forehead again for a fever, which he was glad to say was still low.

"Much better." Henry answered with a big smile. "You know you're supposed to do that with the back of your hand."

"Really? How do you know that?" Charming asked surprised that the 10 year old could remember that fact, but he couldn't. Henry just shrugged in response ending that conversation. "Are you hungry?"

"Starving."

"Good sit down and I'll get you something."

Henry followed his directions without an argument, but when he saw what else Charming was pulling out he let out a groan. "Do I have to?"

"Yes you do." Charming said sternly and when Henry went to protest he put the thermometer in his mouth. "Keep it in there."

"What does it say?" Henry asked when he took the device out of his mouth.

"99.5." His grandfather answered. While the fever was mostly gone to air on the side of caution he started to pour the medication.

"Isn't that low enough so I don't need to take that?"

"Sorry kid doesn't work that way. When that fever is all the way gone then you can stop taking it, but for now drink up."

Henry unwillingly took the spoon from his grandfather's hand, and with a grimace drank it down. When he was presented with a cup of orange juice and a bowl of cereal he quickly started to eat to get ride of the taste.

"Why don't you go take a shower." Charming suggested when Henry had finished eating.

The kid nodded his head and jumped off of the stool heading to the bathroom. His grandfather chuckled to himself, you would have never know that the day before that same child had been feverous and too weak to even get out of bed.

He went about cleaning up the plates from breakfast and whipping down the counters. Not only did he want to make sure to kill any germs that Henry might still be carrying, but he also wanted the place to look nice for Snow and Emma when they got back.

Henry whizzed past him, with a towel wrapped around his waist, heading up stairs to get dressed. It didn't take long before he was back down and standing in front of his grandfather.

"So what's the plan for today?"

"I am going to go out and talk to some people in town to see what still needs to be done, and you are going to stay here with Red." Charming answered with a smile.

"But why do I need to stay here, I'm all better." Henry moaned.

"Just because your fever is gone doesn't mean that it can't come back. I'm sorry Henry, but I don't want you to get sick again. I would rather play this one out safely."

Henry let out an exasperated sigh, "Fine."

"Thank you. Now why don't you do some research in your book. I couldn't find anything in it, but maybe you can."

"I'm on it Gramps." Henry bounced over to where the book was left on the coffee table and immediately started reading. Hopefully giving him a mission would keep him out of trouble.

Charming set off to Snow's room to get ready for the day. Now that he knew Henry was going to be fine he could focus on his other tasks, running the town and looking for Snow and Emma. As long as his grandson was happy and healthy he could do anything.