Hey guys, sorry this update is so late but I had writers block as you all know. Thank you for sticking with me, again I'm running out of ideas and I need some suggestions from you guys. Thank you to all that have given me them. This one-shot includes young Connor and Genevieve. I felt like writing another with those two, the next story I write will include the little one.

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Genevieve wrung the water from the rag and placed it one the Mohawk's forehead. He had gotten sick from the cursed weather that plagued Britain and Achilles decided to leave the brunette to look after him. Connor's fever had climaxed since the day before, leaving him bed ridden.

On Genevieve's order of course.

The girl continued to pat the damp cloth over his feverish head, trying to subdue the heat radiating off of his skin. He had been asleep for the past few hours, leaving Genevieve to repeatedly dab the material in the icy water, which made her fingers wrinkly and prune like.

Connor groaned and shuffled in his sleep which made Genevieve's eyes soften. The old man shouldn't of made him train in the snow, the hidden basement could've of been used as a substitute. His reflexes soon acted, his tan hand grabbing her pale one.

"It's only me Ratonhnhaké ton." Connor must have recognised Genevieve's voice, retracting his large hand from her wrist and releasing a breathy sigh from his lungs. "How are you feeling?"

"Not well." He admitted, letting his eyes close again.

"Do you feel like anything to eat?"

"No." Genevieve nodded and stroked the rag across his forehead once again. Her touch was soft, but enough to know that she was there. "How long have you been here?"

"A couple of hours, Doctor White dropped by and said that the flu will pass in time. He also said not to make any sudden movements or walk around; your body can only take so much at this stage." She explained, moving pieces of his hair off his face.

"You do not have to stay."

"I know, but I will. You can't get well on your own." Genevieve moved her chair closer to the bed so she could reach his neck. Connor's muscles tensed at her touch, but relaxed after a few seconds. It felt nice to him. "Go back to sleep." She ordered in a quiet voice. He only grunted and let his mind flow into oblivion.

Genevieve watched the native fall asleep, for some reason she found his deep breathing comforting. Letting the rag float around in the bowl, she laid her head at the side of the bed, using her arms to cradle her head and her lower body remained on the chair. The Boston girl soon found her heavy eye lids closing as well, drifting off into a world of dreams.

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Connor woke up groggily, his eyes adjusting to the small amount of light seeping through the window. It seemed to be close to sunset as far as he could tell. The Mohawk adjusted his position, only to knock the sleeping girl at the side of his bed. He mentally cursed himself when he saw her stir, but let a sigh pass his lips as her breathing evened. She must have been looking after him for hours for her to fall asleep; Genevieve never had naps during the day. A pang of guilt took over Connor; she took time out of her schedule to look after him. A boring job none the less, who would want to look after a sick boy all day?

Genevieve began to move in her sleep again, burying her head into the sheets that surrounded her. Slowly, she lifted her head and sat up in the chair, the bed shifting from the missing weight. The brunette covered her mouth as she yawned and wiped the sleep from her eyes. She smiled, noticing Connor staring at her.

"Feeling any better?" Her voice was raspy from sleep and she cleared her throat.

"Better." Genevieve nodded and placed a cool hand to his forehead to check his temperature.

"Well your fever has died down a fair bit, but it's still there. I'm going to grab some fruit, do you want anything?" Connor nodded in response. "Alright, I'll be right back." Once she had left he sat up with a moan, not wanting to be lying down any longer.

The door opened with a creek, indicating the arriving girl. Connor noticed two apples in her hands, one for him and one for her. She walked over to the opposite side of the bed and took her place next to him on the mattress.

Genevieve leaned against the back of the bedhead. "Here." She handed him the green apple while taking a bite of her own. Connor took it, muttering a thank you and bit down on the fruit.

"Do you miss her, your mother?" She asked him quietly, looking out the window.

"Every day." He let out a shaky sigh and returned the question. "Do you miss your parents?"

"No. I'm better off here."

"Why do you say that?"

"My mother and father aren't the kindest of people Ratonhnhaké ton. They didn't care for me, perhaps physically but not mentally, so why should I miss them?" Genevieve's voice was quaky; her family wasn't a comforting subject to talk about. Connor observed this and dropped the topic, something must have happened to her to make her feel like that. She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed. Connor had this way of making her feel safe and secure, something she hadn't of felt in a long time.

"Thank you for understanding Connor." Genevieve pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and rested her head back on his shoulder. Colour rushed to his ears as he felt her smooth lips touch his skin and he smiled to himself.

And once again, darkness plagued the room, sending them off into a deep and peaceful slumber.

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So what did you guys think? Let me know in the reviews and again I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING. Remember the next one-shot should be about the little one, or with Genevieve being pregnant so stay tuned!

See you after 5 reviews, I need to keep motivated haha! –Lildoll98