AN: Sorry for the lack of updates! Really busy week. I've had two chapters typed up and will be uploading the other one real soon. :)
"Barney, it's YOUR turn to drive! Get out of there!" Robin yelled as she knocked on his bedroom door repeatedly. Why was she always the one to wake up earlier? God, it was hard being more responsible than just about everyone in the whole damn planet. "We've got to get moving! This is Day Three and we're nowhere near Toronto!"
She had decided not to think about that little comment he had made last night. She thought she was just going to let that one slide, because, what was the saying again? Right. The saying was that things were only awkward if you made them awkward. And she was not going to let that happen.
From the other side of the door, she heard muffled noises that sounded like complaint, followed by loud sneezes and she lowered her voice in concern.
"Are you okay in there?" She asked gently and knocked once more, a quick rhythm tapping against the door.
"I'm fine! I'm fine! Just..." He called out quickly, and seemed to have tripped over something as she heard an 'oof', as if he had just taken a blow to his stomach
She rolled her eyes.
"I'm coming in whether you like it or not," she declared and turned the knob, sliding into his bedroom. It was neat - much too neat for a dude, if she were to go with the gender stereotypes - and that weirded her out. Nonetheless, she brushed it aside and walked over to the centre of the rather tiny room, to where he was sitting on the floor with ruffled hair and a red nose.
"Look at you! What a sight," she commented, but with no malice in her voice.
"I know, I know. I look terrible. I don't know what happened. I just woke up like this." He whined, and then sneezed again, so loudly that she had to step back in caution.
"You caught a cold, that's what happened."
"Wow, and when did you get your medical degree?"
"No, you did. Suck it up." She crossed her arms with authority in her voice, standing in the middle of the room for a few seconds before she walked over to help him up.
"What are you doing?" Sneeze.
"I'm trying to help you up! I guess you can take a break today and just chill out until you get better, and I can still drive for a bit, but I don't think I'll get very far." She proposed, linking her arm into his as she tried to drag him over to the bed.
It took a lot of effort as he struggled to his feet, clutching a box of Kleenex tightly, but she managed to get him where she wanted him - sitting on the edge of the bed.
"You're not mad at me?" He asked, looking up to a concerned expression on her face. Another sneeze.
She rolled her eyes. "I may be a bitch, but I'm not that much of a bitch. Why would I be mad at you for being sick? I think you should just go to bed and sleep in today."
She commanded and he slid under the covers obediently, like a child climbing into bed for bedtime.
"Want to join me?" He patted the side of the bed and winked as he watched her face scrunching up in disgust. He loved when he pissed her off. It was just the small tingling sensation of satisfaction he would get the moment she rolled her eyes or crossed her arms in frustration. It was the kind of satisfaction that could not be reached through any other way.
"God, no. You're just as annoying, even when you're sick."
"Fine," he mumbled, shrugging. "It's your loss. You know that, right?"
"Yeah, whatever you say. Just go and get some sleep and get better so I don't have to do all the driving."
"But you get to pick the music."
"But you get to lie in bed like a corpse while listening to awesome music I pick," she imitated him, whining.
"But your music sucks."
"Just go to bed." Robin heaved a sigh, getting ready to leave his room to give him some privacy when he sat up and grabbed her by the wrist in one swift motion.
"Can you tuck me in?" Barney called out smugly, giving her a pleading expression.
"How old are you?" she shot back, feigning irritation.
"Not old enough to go to bed without being tucked in."
"That mum of yours - she really spoiled you, didn't she?"
She groaned, but compelled. After she had done so, she stood up straight and was making her way towards the bedroom door when he called out once again.
"No, you have to tuck it all the way up to my chin!"
She rolled her eyes but did so anyway, walking over to where he laid and pulled the sheets all the way up to his chin, exactly like he had asked for. He smiled in satisfaction.
There was no point trying to argue with Barney, and she knew that. It was always best to just do whatever he wanted her to do then escape the scene fast.
"Can you bring me ice-cre-" Barney started, but was quickly interrupted.
"No! Go to bed right now!" She yelled playfully and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her before he had a chance to protest again.