Vlad: Isn't this story over yet?!

Me: I don't know. I told you I was making it up as I went along. Just be patient V-chan.

Vlad: …

Danny: Vlad's been getting on Anime's nerves so she gave him a new nickname as revenge.

Spooky: Start chapter four already!

Me: I thought you left.

Spooky: Nope ^-^

Me: Ugh, here's chapter four….

Fever

At 4:30 Danny was beginning to feel a little peckish. He glanced over at Vlad, wondering if he would be angry if Danny raided his kitchen. Well Vlad was the one who asked Danny to stay, and he could always lie and say he was making the billionaire something to eat. Danny decided to take his chances.

Quietly, he switched over to his ghost form and phased through the floor to the kitchen, where he changed back to Fenton. The kitchen, like the bathroom, was very eloquently done. Like something from a home improvement catalogue. It was big with brand new stainless steel appliances, the countertops were beige granite slabs, and the cabinets were a nice walnut color. The kitchen even had an island! (A/N: I think I'm describing my dream home in this story, oh well).

Danny's stomach rumbled loudly, effectively reminding him that he was here for food, NOT to admire the décor. Danny raided the cabinets, which were seriously lacking in the "junk food" department. Finally finding some baked Sun-chips and grabbing a can of chicken soup (just in case). He made himself a good sized sandwich and even managed to find a soda. (A/N: Vlad seems like he would be the type to obsess over health don't you think? Kind of ironic considering the theme of the story.)

Deciding that Vlad wouldn't like it if he made a mess, Danny settled down on a stool by the island and ate his food. He made quick work of the sandwich and chips, chugged his soda, and cleaned up. Now, what to do? Eyeing the can of soup he left on the counter, Danny decided he would make Vlad something to eat (if only to give himself something to do). He grabbed the can from the counter and was in the process of looking for a can opener when….

"DANIEL!"

Vlad's yell practically shook the entire mansion and caused Danny to almost drop the can he was holding. But the way Vlad yelled, it didn't sound angry, it sounded… Suddenly the sound of hurried footsteps reached the young halfa's ears. Danny turned around just in time to see Vlad bolt into the kitchen and accidentally slam his shoulder into the wall, so hard Danny was sure it would bruise.

"Vlad?" Danny said uncertainly. He'd never seen Vlad so disheveled. The man's hair was unkempt from sleeping all day, and the flannel pajama bottoms hung loosely from the man's hips. Vlad's chest heaved from exertion, sweat glistened his body, and he had a wild panicked look in his eyes.

Vlad spotted Danny who was slightly gapping at how… uncivilized Vlad looked. Vlad lunged at the young halfa. Before Danny had time to even think of reacting, Vlad was on his knees; arms wrapped securely around the boys waist, and face buried in his stomach. Shocked at the odd behavior Danny slowly came to realize that Vlad was crying.

"Vlad?" The billionaire lifted his tear-stained face to stare at Danny.

"Where were you?" He sobbed. "I woke up and you weren't there. I was so scared." Vlad buried his head back to its original position and cried harder. Danny was…. Amazed. He had never seen the older hybrid so weak before. Vlad seemed almost human. The sight of the weeping man was enough to make Danny feel slightly guilty, though technically he did nothing wrong.

Not sure of what to do Danny tried his best to comfort the shaking and sobbing man. Telling him that he had only left for food, that he was coming back right after and no he wouldn't leave the man. Vlad's cry's eventually faded to mere sniffles and Danny helped him stand. Once Vlad was on his feet Danny quickly noticed that something was wrong.

Vlad stood rather unsteadily. He was still sweating and his face was flushed. He was also panting pretty heavily. Thinking quickly of what his mother did when he was sick, Danny used the back of his hand to feel the man's forehead. The man had a fever but it was hard to tell if it was bad or not just using his hand.

"Vlad, do you have a thermometer?" He asked.

The billionaire nodded. "It's in the second drawer of the bedside table."

Danny took Vlad's hand and led him back upstairs. After some digging he found the thermometer and told Vlad to hold it under his tongue. Vlad's temperature was 105°! Panicked Danny led Vlad back into the adjacent bathroom and ran the billionaire a lukewarm bath to bring it down. He had heard from Jazz that cold water could make a fever worse.

Not ten minutes after Vlad was in the bath did things take a rough turn. The man was delirious from the fever and began to hallucinate. He thrashed about wildly, splashing water everywhere. All the while Danny was desperately trying to keep the man from drowning in the shallow water.

Me: Wow, this is the longest chapter I've written and it was the most fun. I'll probably wrap this up in one or more chapters.

Vlad: Thank God

Me: I think I'll ignore that comment V-chan.

Vlad: STOP CALLING ME THAT!

Danny: Anime would like to thank all those who have reviewed and dedicate this chapter to Jeanette9a who somehow predicted the food part of this chapter.

Me: HOW DID YOU KNOW?! ^-^