Disclaimer: Joss owns Buffy, and Renny owns Reid and Tyler. Boo.

Summary: Tyler's sick, and Buffy and Reid play nurse.

Thanks to Berry for your lovely review! I will definitely write a sequel to that last chapter, but I'm not quite sure when. Eventually! Keep those wonderful reviews coming, people!

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"Dude, Ty, wake up." Nothing. The brunet remained snuggled into his pillow and didn't answer. Buffy frowned; Tyler was always the first one up and normally had to drag Reid out of bed so that they wouldn't be late for class.

"Tyler, sweetheart, wake up. You're going to be late for school." He still didn't budge, but instead threw a hand over the pile of pillows on his face in attempt to muffle the noise. When Buffy had woken up, she had been curled around Reid's side with her head on his chest like usual, but Tyler wasn't molded to her back like he normally was. Even though it was extremely hot, and she had Reid had kicked off their covers long ago, he was curled up under the blankets with his knees to his chest, facing away from him. "Hey, Baby Boy." After a few minutes of staring at his friend's unmoving form, Reid gave up and got out of bed, dropping a kiss on the petite blond's bare shoulder in the process. She watched him walk across the room to his closet, completely uncaring about the fact that he didn't have a stitch of clothing on him, with her head tilted to the side before turning her attention to the brunet. "Ty? You alright?" A small, pitiful moan sounded from under the pile of pillows, and she removed them so that she could get a good look at his face. A mussed head appeared from under the pile of pillows, complete with big, wide blue eyes and pout.

"M'sick," he mumbled softly, trying to bury his head back into the pillows, but she wouldn't let him. Frowning, she brought her hand to his forehead only to snatch it back a second later.

"Oh you poor thing," she cooed, and the bed shifted as Reid sat back down on it. Tyler was whimpering softly and shivering even though he was radiating heat.

"What's wrong?" the taller blond asked, tugging on his fingerless gloves and tie. "Is he okay?" Turning to him, she quickly fixed his red, striped tie, which was far too loose, though probably purposely so, before answering.

"Baby boy's sick." A frown marred his gorgeous features as he too pressed his hand to the younger boy's forehead.

"Shit, he's burning up." Buffy shifted on the bed so that she could wrap her arms around the trembling boy. Reid nudged her to the side slightly and made to lay back down even though he was fully dressed. "I'm ditching. I'll stay here with you guys."

"No," the Slayer answered, shaking her head. "You go to class. I can take care of him." She reached a hand out to push a sweat-soaked strand of dark brown hair out of Tyler's face, her brow furrowing in concern at the pitiful noise he made in response and the way he pressed the side of his face into her palm.

"You sure?" the blond asked, shooting his brother a concerned look. "Cause I can stay."

"Go," Tyler managed to grind out even though his teeth were chattering. "Morris'll kill you if you miss another class. I-I'm fine..."

"Sure, Baby Boy," the older boy answered, ruffling his hair lightly before getting up and walking around the room, stuffing things into his backpack as he circled the bed. Tyler didn't even respond to Reid's actions. This worried Buffy; Tyler always shoved the older boy back or at least glared in his general direction whenever he did this. This seemed to concern Reid as well, but he walked to the door none the less. "I'll be back in a few hours. Only have class 'til lunch today. Feel better, Ty." He gave Buffy a quick peck on the lips, and with one last look at his best friend, slipped out the door.

"I'm gonna go get you some medicine, okay?" She started to get out of bed, but was immediately pulled back to bed by a pair of warm, slightly sweaty arms. The comforter fell away as he did so, and he pressed his bare chest to her back. "Ty, you need medicine." Having successfully pulled her against him so that she was laying down, he wrapped his arms around her to keep her from escaping and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He made a contented noise at the contact that made her want nothing more in the world than to stay with him, but she needed to get some stuff so that he could get better.

"Uh uh," he argued, voice slightly muffled. His face was extremely hot on her neck, and she fidgeted slightly. "Stay."

"You need medicine, Baby Boy," she tried to reason with him, but he held on as tight as ever. "I promise, I'll be back in less than half an hour, okay?" He seemed to be thinking it over; his grip loosened slightly, but he kept his head buried into her neck. "If you let me get you medicine, I promise I'll stay in bed with you all day." Tyler let her go immediately, and she smiled. Forcing herself out of bed, she threw on a pair of jeans and one of Reid's old shirts that was lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. She inhaled and smiled; it smelled like him.

"What hurts, sweetheart?" Buffy asked softly, sitting back down on the bed and stroking his hair. He closed his eyes and leaned into her hand, causing her to smile softly. He didn't answer. "You gotta tell me so I can get something to help you feel better."

"My tummy hurts," he answered pitifully, burying his face back into the pile of pillows. "And my throat."

"Alright, I'll be back soon, okay?" He made a small noise in response that she took to mean "okay." Grabbing her wallet and the keys to Tyler's Hummer, she bid him goodbye and exited the room, nearly getting ran over by a girl who was tearing down the corridor to class, obviously late. Exiting the building and making her way to the parking lot, she spotted the black Hummer and jabbed the "unlock" button on the keys, resulting in a loud beep.

A few minutes later, Buffy was speeding down the road away from Spencer Academy to the nearest drug store. She managed to make it without killing anybody or causing any accidents, and feeling slightly proud of herself, successfully parked the car and got out, locking it behind her. Grabbing a shopping basket at the entrance, she walked through the automatic sliding doors and to the pharmacy section at the very back of the store. Quickly sweeping the isles, she returned at the cash register with a thermometer, a bottle of DayQuil and a bottle of NyQuil, and a package of throat lozenges. Quickly paying for her items, she walked back to the car and got in, making a beeline for Spencer. In the blink of an eye, she had pulled into the dorm parking lot and gotten out of the car, clutching the small paper bag in her hand. She made her up the stairs and down the deserted corridor to Reid and Tyler's room and hurriedly unlocked the door before entering and dropping the bag on the desk by the door. Looking over at the bed, she saw that it was empty and started to panic. However, a second later, before she could reach her phone to call the other three Sons, Tyler appeared at the door, dressed in a pair of boxers and looking like death warmed over. She breathed a sigh of relief and rounded on him, but forced herself to calm down. The poor kid didn't need anyone yelling at him right now.

"God, Ty, you scared the crap out of me." He gave her a small, weak smile before flopping back down on the bed. He was pale and shaking, and Buffy desperately wished that she could instantly make everything all better. But that was what the medicine was for.

"Sorry," Tyler mumbled. His voice was once again muffled, and she turned to see that he had buried his face into the tangled comforter. "I went to the bathroom." She frowned sympathetically and dumped the things she had bought out of the bag onto the desk. Grabbing the NyQuil, she snatched a clean glass off of Reid's desk and walked over to the sink and filling it before returning to the bed. Placing them onto his nightstand, she grabbed the thermometer and ripped it out of the package before ordering him to open up. He followed her orders without question, and she gently slid it underneath his tongue, sitting down on the bed to wait. A few minutes later, she extracted the piece of metal and plastic from her friend's mouth, and her eyes widened slightly at the little number showing on the display. 101.3. The poor thing was really sick.

"Here," Buffy coaxed, helping him to sit up and pushing the glass of water into his hand. "Take this. It'll make you feel better." Unwrapping the plastic from the cap of the NyQuil, she extracted the little plastic cup and filled it with the dark green liquid before putting it to his lips and tipping it into his mouth. He coughed and sputtered for a moment but eventually managed to swallow it and take a few small sips of water. Once she was satisfied that he was sufficiently hydrated, she took back the glass and placed it on the bedside table along with the pack of throat lozenges.

"Come to bed?" he asked, and she gave him a soft smile. Tyler had managed to curl himself into a little ball under the tangled sheets while she had been rearranging things. It would have been adorable if it wasn't so sad. Stripping off her jeans, she crawled on top of the covers behind him and propped her head up on her left hand, the other instantly reaching out to stroke his short brown hair. He made a soft sighing noise at her ministrations and snuggled deeper into his soft surroundings, falling asleep almost instantly. She lost track of time as she continued to stroke his hair and cuddled closer to him whenever he made a small noise of pain, and before she knew it, she heard a key in the lock, and the door swung open. A haggard looking Reid stepped through the door and closed it behind him before dumping his backpack on his desk and yawning loudly in the process. The kid had only had three classes that day, and he already looked like he was about to drop dread any second. Buffy didn't move from her position but tilted her head slightly to the side so that she could look at him.

"How is he?" the taller blond asked quietly, seeing that Tyler was still asleep, snoring softly. He removed his clothing piece by piece, deliberately slowly as he saw that the Slayer was watching him with a small smile on her face.

"He's been sleeping all day," Buffy answered just as softly in an attempt to not wake the sleeping boy. Reid, who was now dressed only in his boxers, flopped down on the bed next to her and gathered her up in his arms, taking in the smell of her hair and snuggled into her neck, quite a difficult task as her face craned away from his and still buried into the back of Tyler's neck. "His fever was 101 earlier."

"Damn," Reid swore. "Poor Baby Boy." And with that, the two lapsed into silence, feeling each other's chests rise and fall with each breath as they held the other two close in an attempt to comfort the youngest member of their group.

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There you go, a short, fluffy Buffy/Reid/Tyler. Not sexy in any way, but I hope you enjoyed it anyways!