A/N: I'm gonna try to get this story moving a little faster. There's some good Summer/Sasha fluff coming, but I just had to set things up for ya'll. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

PREVIOUSLY:

Sasha's POV

"I think having you here has really helped her. I don't think I would have been able to do that treatment last night if you weren't…" he says.

"Probably not. I'm afraid she'd be suffering through this by herself if I wasn't here.." I tell him.

"you're probably right. Just let her sleep, and I'll come check on her in about an hour…" he says getting up and going into the kitchen.

She stirs a little but snuggles closer into me, her hand resting on my chest, and her head resting perfectly on my shoulder. I wrap my arm around her back and kiss the top of her head. She sighs and I notice a tiny smile form on her face. She's starting to feel better, and I'm glad she's getting some rest.

TWO DAYS LATER

Sasha's POV

I leave the office to go check on Summer during my lunch break, and when I get to her house, she's sitting on the couch covered up with a purple fuzzy blanket. Her blond curly hair is resting on her shoulders and there's more color in her face. She look more awake and gives me a small smile when I walk in the door.

"hey" she says.

"how're you feelin?" I ask her.

"much better…" she says as I sit next to her.

"that's good, I talked to your dad, and he said if you can eat something tonight and get some sleep, he'll let you come to the office for a few hours tomorrow.." I explain.

"finally. I've been bored out of my mind…" she says, smiling.

"I still want you to take it easy. You were really sick a few days ago. I'm gonna drive you, I know not all your energy is back yet" I tell her.

She pouts. Geez, I don't think I've met anyone more stubborn than her. Yeah, the girls can be stubborn sometimes but I never thought she could.

"I'm fine Sasha… let me drive" she argues.

"sweetie, I'm just doing what your doctor suggested. Even though it's your dad, he's doing his job to make sure you get better…" I explain. She's lucky to have her father here to help her. She probably wouldn't have done anything if he didn't keep checking on her and got her the medicine she needed.

She sighs and leans into me, "stay? I wanna watch a movie…"

I gave the girls a longer lunch break today since they've been working so hard. I fix the blanket around her and wrap my arm around her. She pushes the play button on the remote and Cinderella starts. I never thought she still liked to watch Disney movies, but it's cute.

She gives me a hesitant look after the movie plays for a minute or two and I just pull her closer to me and kiss the top of her head. "shhh, it's okay. Just relax…"

"you sure you wanna watch this?" she asks.

I squeeze her shoulder, "I will for you.. it's okay, I promise"

She snuggles into me and her head rests perfectly on my shoulder, just like it did a few days ago. A small smile forms on her face again as she relaxes into me.

I glance into the kitchen and see Paige standing in the corner smiling. She quietly walks away, unnoticed by Summer. She's starting to pick up on how much Summer likes having me around, and I know she's happy that I've helped take care of her so much these past few days.

Paige comes in about halfway through the movie and Summer doesn't notice because she's nearly asleep. Paige hands me the thermometer and I nod.

I gently squeeze Summer's shoulder, "can you put this under your tongue sweetie?"

She shakes her head, "trying to watch this.."

I fight her just a little but I'm able to get the thermometer in her mouth. She whimpers when it beeps and I gently take it, "98.9, we're gonna have to check it again in about an hour to make sure it's not going back up"

"no…" she says, trying to tune me out.

I rub her back, "it'll be okay, just relax and watch the movie…"

She snuggles back into me and I pull her into a hug. She falls asleep a few minutes later and I'm doing something I never imagined happening for a long time. Holding her and watching a movie, yeah it may be Cinderella, but it's what she wanted and I wasn't gonna fight her. She's doing so much better but needs to gain her strength back.

When the movie ends she's still sleeping on me. I feel her forehead, but she doesn't feel warm. I turn off the TV and kiss the top of her head.

About an hour later she stirs in her sleep and yawns. She looks at me and smiles, "you're still here?"

"yeah, you were asleep and I didn't wanna wake you up. How're you feelin?"

"okay… I guess.." she says, leaning her head on my shoulder again.

Paige comes in with a water bottle, "honey, I want you to drink all of this. You need to stay hydrated"

Summer just nods and Paige hands her the bottle and feels her forehead. She grabs the thermometer and fights Summer to get it in her mouth. Once it beeps Paige takes it and smiles, "you're not running a fever sweetie. Can I get you something to eat?"

She shakes her head and closes her eyes. "not hungry"

"you've gotta eat sweetie. If you don't we're not gonna let you come back to the gym tomorrow…" I tell her.

She sighs, "fine.. but I'm not hungry."

"you'll feel better, and it'll give you some energy" Paige tells her.

Even though her fever is gone, her energy isn't completely back yet. Being sick drained her. But it'll be easier for her now to get her strength back because she doesn't have to fight off a fever.

We finally get her to eat a few crackers and she drinks most of the water. I help her get situated on the couch so she's comfortable and brush her bangs away from her face. She's a little upset when I tell her I'm leaving but I would be back in the morning to drive her to work. That way if she starts feeling bad I can take her home, otherwise she probably wouldn't leave if she was.

I finally reassure her that she'll be fine while I'm gone and she curls up under the blanket and starts to fall asleep. I quietly leave, and Paige smiles at me as I close the door.

I'm pretty sure both of her parents like me a lot better than Steve. He never really showed her how much he cared, if he cared at all. I think she can tell that I do care and I want to be here for her. Steve wouldn't have held her when her dad did that breathing treatment really late at night. She's feeling so much better because Kim and I noticed she was sick in the first place.

A/N:another chapter! I hope you guys are enjoying my story. Someone told me about organizing my stories and how it can help make writing easier. So I'm going to attempt to do that and come up with a plot so I can get things moving and finished. Please review and let me know if you have any ideas.