Prompted by loboselinaistrash on Tumblr. Hurt/comfort sickfic drabble prompt: Please can you write a drabble on 7. "I can't take your temperature unless you come out from under there." General Charming family or set in your The Lost get Found universe :)

Takes place sometime during the time jump!

Emma ran up the stairs, ignoring the burning sensation in her throat. She could hear the footsteps coming up behind her and her spot on the track team was validated as she reached her bedroom first. She dived under the pink paisley covers on her bed, pulling them up over her. She could hear the door open followed by her father's voice.

"Emma." She didn't respond. "Emma you're being silly."

"I am not. You're overreacting."

"You've been coughing all morning."

"It's…allergies."

David chuckled, sitting down on the bed. He could see Emma's outline beneath the sheets along with her baby blanket poking out a bit. The thermometer was in his hands, ready to go over her forehead as soon as she got out of her cocoon. Mary was out for the day and it was just the two of them. He had suspected Emma was sick, but she of course denied it. After another wheezing fit, he had pulled it out and being the overdramatic 14-year-old that she was, she ran.

"You don't have allergies, Em."

"You don't know that," Emma protested. It was starting to get hot under there, but she wasn't going to crack.

"Yes, I do. I'm your father."

"Yeah…well…"

David smirked at her lack of a comeback. She had to be sick, normally Emma was a lot quicker than that. "Look, I could be wrong. You may not have a fever."

"I know you're wrong, so we don't have to bother."

"If you think I'm wrong, it's a simple matter of me taking your temperature."

Emma was quiet. She really was feeling awful, she had for the past couple of days. But there were important things coming up, stuff with her friends that she didn't want to miss out on. Plus, if she was sick it meant bedrest and that was boring.

"I'll tell you what," David said. "If you're right, I'll make chocolate chip pancakes for dinner."

Some more silence. "And if you're right?"

"You have to rest and not go to Lily's tonight."

Emma sighed. There was a slight chance she didn't have a fever and just had a little cough…it was worth the risk. "Alright, fine." But she didn't move.

David laughed yet again. "I can't take your temperature unless you come out from under there." A few seconds later, the blankets were being pushed off and Emma laid there. David smiled. "There you are."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's just get this over with."

David took the cap off the top and ran the thermometer over her forehead. Emma attempted to hold her breath while she waited for it to beep, but a coughing fit came out. Her father looked down at it and frowned. "100.1"

Emma groaned. "Damn it."

"I'll let that one slide because you're sick. Sorry Princess, but you're home tonight and tomorrow."

"Why tomorrow?"

"You're not supposed to do anything within 24 hours of having a fever." He stood up, tucking the thermometer back in his pocket. "Stay here, I'll be back."

He didn't miss the pout that fell across her face as he walked out of the room. Downstairs, he texted his wife, updating her on the situation. He set to work on making her dinner and making an appointment with Whale the next morning.

Emma waited grumpily for her father to come back up. In the meantime, she had gotten out her laptop and pulled up Superstore on Hulu. If she was forced to be on house arrest, she was going to be entertained. About halfway through the second episode, David walked back in holding a tray containing a cup of tea, a bottle of cough syrup…and chocolate chip pancakes.

"I thought you said I only got those if I was right?" She countered as he settled it down in front of her, moving he laptop out of the way.

"I never said you didn't get them if you were sick." He winked and a smile went across her face. "Just take your medicine and drink your tea." Emma wanted to roll her eyes, but resisted, taking the gross medicine and sipping her tea. Her eyes fell back to the episode of the sitcom on her laptop.

"Wanna watch it with me?"

David grinned. "I'd love to." He leaned against her pillows and pressed play for her, watching Amy, Jonah and the rest of the employees deal with the crazy antics of Cloud 9.

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