AN: Thank you for your endurance.

Chapter 6 ADHD-

Since she wondered about Sesshomaru's dog form, she wondered about Koga too. 'Can Koga transform into a giant wolf like Sesshomaru transforms into a giant dog? Will Inuyasha ever be able to transform into an animal?' She spent a minute trying to imagine Koga as a giant wolf, and her best friend as a smaller version of Sesshomaru's giant dog form. Somehow she thought Inuyasha would end up looking more like a puppy. It almost made her giggle.

Then her mind snapped back to reality. She called out, "Sesshomaru. Is there anything I can do to help you?" The silence stretched out and she wasn't surprised he didn't answer. He was self-sufficient and proud. She knew it was a struggle to get Inuyasha to allow her to bind his wounds and he was only half demon. She was sure Sesshomaru would be twice as bad.

His quiet voice whispered around the cave, "I will heal. Tend your own wounds." Kagome was shocked to get an answer, and she was also shocked at the breathy quality of his voice. It was as if he had run and was winded.

Okay, so, Sesshomaru would not be digging her out anytime soon. So, what about Inuyasha? She finally asked her companion. "What happened to Inuyasha?" again, she waited patiently, hoping the Lord of the West would have an answer.

It seemed like a full ten minutes later that he rasped out, "Inuyasha continued to fight. Then it was quiet. We have been here half the day." She had to shake the cobwebs out of her head to actually think about that.

Her last sight of Inuyasha had been of his body crashing into a bloody heap. Did he even know what had happened to them? Would he know where to look? What would he think when she and Sesshomaru both disappeared? Would he think they had perished? Would he think that Sesshomaru's sword had protected them both and carried them away from the battle? Then fear gripped her as she realized that Inuyasha had been left alone to fight an opponent that together, he and Sesshomaru had not been able to even scratch; and what of Sango, Miroku and Shippo? They would not have run away. They would have all kept fighting until they either won or died.

Apparently, Sesshomaru could either sense or smell her fear because he ordered, "Fear not. Your friends are strong fighters." in a tone similar to those he used with Rin. Kagome was reassured by the sentiment, but worried by the tone of his voice. Then, he made a soft whuffing noise and added, "Besides, he knows only I am allowed to kill him." She clicked the flashlight off so she wouldn't have to witness Sesshomaru's sick amusement over thought of the death of his own brother. She just couldn't understand that. She would gladly die to protect and defend her only little brother. It's what big sisters and brothers did. How these two had gotten so twisted that they hated each other was beyond her understanding.

Her mind returned to the uncomfortable situation they were in. So, rescue would be a while in coming. They needed to survive until it arrived. Survival equaled food, water, shelter. Oh, and no demons walking by thinking they looked like a buffet or demanding her jewel shards.

She thought of her back pack. They could survive quite a while on the dry Ramen noodles she had packed. And there were a few bottles of water she could ration. They were in a cave that didn't seem to expose them to the elements, other than the cold and it protected them from roaming hungry demons. She had medical supplies for cuts and such, and more importantly, warmer clothes. If she had known she would be squatting in a dank, cold cave later in the day, she would have dressed accordingly. Instead, she had dressed for the sunny day of walking above the ground.

She couldn't do much about the clothes on her lower body, but she was sure, if she piled enough layers on her top half that she could stave off the shivering cold. She reached back up into her bottomless bag, and removed every piece of clothing she had. What she couldn't actually wear, like extra pants, she could pile under her torso to cushion the hard rock on which she rested. It took longer than she expected, since she was half pinned to the rock face. But, with a bit of struggle and a lot of pain, she put on two extra t-shirts, a long sleeve shirt, a cardigan sweater and her rain jacket. She even pulled out some gloves that she had forgotten to remove from a front pocket of her bag. If she had not been lucky enough to find gloves, she would have forgone the embarrassment and put some socks on her hands. As it was, she wished she had left some earmuffs as well.

It was a struggle to keep her self raised off the rock long enough to stuff the extra pairs of pants under her, along with the pajama top. Her elbows ached from the time spent braced against the cold rock face. But, it was well worth the strain on her arms and back, when she rested back down on her soft padded nest; much better than a slab of granite. She had held back a pair of baggy sweat pants, since she thought she had better offer them to the demon lord beside her. His clothes were torn beyond recognition, and barely concealed his important parts. Surely, they provided no warmth in this condition.

She cleared her throat before she spoke quietly, "Lord Sesshomaru? I know you don't need any help from me, but I have an extra pair of pants that are soft and warm and I'm sure would fit you… except maybe for the length… you are really tall…." She stopped herself and shook her head. She had to stop rambling. That blow to the head must have affected her more than she thought. Before he could deny the offer, she continued, "Anyways, I would be honored if you would wear these pants. I would also hate for you to be cold as it might affect your rate of healing and slow our exit from this cave." She gently placed the sweatpants within his reach with her burned left hand and again continued, "I know they are nowhere near the quality you deserve, but, since your garments are destroyed, they would preserve your dignity until suitable replacements can be found."

She felt little butterflies in her stomach as she wondered if he was going to accept the fluffy, fleece pants. Did demon lords even care if they were exposed to the cold, or to the stares of others? Her mind dredged up an image of an embarrassed, blushing Sesshomaru, naked, with his hands covering his "parts" and squealing fan girls crowded around him. Poor Sesshomaru. Mentally, she put the tall, striking lord into a nice, casual jogging suit. Then she visualized him in a baggy, comfortable sweat shirt and sweat pants. They were her sweat pants, of course. Hmmm, maybe she needed to stop playing dress-up with Sesshomaru in her head.

She shook her head and realized that the hit to her head really had done some damage to her brain. She was never this flighty with her thoughts. Did she lose some brain cells? How long do brain injuries take to heal? She forced herself to return to the situation before her. In truth, the sweat pants she offered were really good quality, for what they were. But, they were not silk, or fire-rat fur. They were her favorite sweats to put on over her other clothes when the temperature took a dip unexpectedly. They were also wonderful for a lazy, sloppy day at home, although, those didn't happen very often anymore.