A/N: Say it together now: AWWW! Also, frickin' nasty. Full confession, I wrote this while my dad had the stomach bug over the weekend. As bad as I felt for him, it was nice that the family all plopped down on the couch and binged Continuum for two days straight (making up for the fact that we only finished one episode all week). We're finally on S3, and I have a lot of salt over how some plot points are being handled, but I'm also still just as obsessed. As much as I'm fascinated by the whole multiple timelines thing, I think I'll stick to the plotless fluff for this fic, thanks.

There's an alarming sound over the airwaves, so to speak, and then Kiera groans, "Oh, damn."

"Uh, Kiera? You okay?" Ever since the mirror incident, Alec has been extra cautious about when he turns on Kiera's video feed. Technically she hasn't specifically told him not to turn it on yet this morning, but he has been trying really hard to do a better job of respecting her privacy.

This time, the sound of puking is unmistakable. "Gotta call Carlos," Kiera manages eventually.

Alec's stomach twists. Stomach bugs are the absolute worst. "Oh, that… sucks. Do you… need anything?" An idea occurs to him; he wishes it would have minded its own business, but now that he's had the thought, he'd feel guilty not saying something. "Do you want me to come over? I could… hold your hair back or something?"

"What? Don't be ridiculous. I don't need—" She heaves again. Despite being incredibly grossed out, Alec reaches a decision.

"Kellogg won't care if I take the day off. It's not a big deal. I'll be there in fifteen," he assures her. "Wait, maybe twenty. Do you want Gatorade? Forget it, you're getting Gatorade whether you want it or not. Gotta replenish those electrolytes." He resolutely ignores he protests and grabs his keys.

When he gets to her place, he doesn't bother knocking, figuring she's kind of busy. He finds her clinging to the toilet for dear life. "You look like hell," he observes.

"Thanks," Kiera mutters, muffled by the toilet bowl.

"I brought Gatorade and pretzels for when you can actually keep something down," he tells her.

"You didn't have to come over here," Kiera admonishes him.

"I know. Yet here I am. Best boyfriend ever, am I right?"

She doesn't answer that, because she's too busy hurling. "Ugh. I haven't been this sick since I was pregnant," she complains after a while.

Figuring a distraction is what she needs, Alec seizes onto her comment. "Tell me about Sam," he urges.

So she does. In between purge sessions – the gaps between which are mercifully becoming longer – she reminisces about her son. She describes him as serious, gentle, imaginative. Innocent, yet anxious. Devoted and playful.

He's her world, Alec knows, even still. She misses Sam, and that's never going to change. Alec has never really considered what he'd be like as a parent; he's not sure he wants kids, but if he ever is a father, he hopes he loves his children half as much as Kiera adores Sam.

As she finally begins to rally, Alec feels it's appropriate now for him to get a little selfish. "Great, now I've probably got the contagion," Alec mutters. "I hate throwing up. It's the worst of all the illnesses."

"Throwing up freaks you out," Kiera says slowly, "and yet you came over here when I was sick, even though I specifically told you not to. Why?"

"Oh, you know. In sickness and in health, all of that."

"We're not married."

Apparently wedding vows haven't changed all that much in the future. This is veering into uncomfortable territory. "Um. Still… it's solid advice, you know, for a relationship. If you love someone, you don't just love them when it's easy."

She's quiet for a long minute. "You love me," she states. It's not a question.

Alec swallows. Now he's definitely going to hurl. "Yeah. I do. I'm sorry, if that's too much, too soon. But I do."

There are tears in her eyes. "I love you too, Alec," she whispers. "I can't believe how much I love you. I didn't mean to, but…" She lets out a shaky laugh. "Aren't we a cute couple? Professing our love in a vomit-spattered bathroom?"

Alec cannot believe what he's hearing. Kiera loves him back? This is an actual, mutual thing now? How is one person allowed this much happiness?

A second later, he lunges for the toilet and loses the eggs he had for breakfast. Maybe it's karma, he reflects bitterly. Can't have too much happiness at one time, after all.