A/N Written by the wonderful Jenna the Writer, embellished and edited by me XP I'm really loving the ideas everyone has been giving me so keep it up XD!

I sighed and looked out of the den window dejectedly. I hated being sick. I hated it. It's beyond irritating to have your mother watching over you, continually asking if you're alright. Don't get me wrong I love Jenny, but sometimes she's just too overbearing. Thankfully she had to run and watch over the kittens for a while. Then again she left Tantomile in charge of the medical den. It was just us. She was working with some herbs and muttering odd things. It sounds like a spell or something, and I stay as silent as I can, trying not to disturb her with whatever.

"Achoo!" I sneeze loudly. She jumps in surprise at the sudden noise, and I don't blame her. Feeling like an idiot I apologize, but she just laughs. That laugh. So perfect, so cute. I don't think I've heard her laugh before.

"It's okay, you're sick. Here." She says, handing me a handkerchief. I take it and smile. She returns to her work. I return to my staring. There's not much else to occupy my mind and she makes for an interesting subject. Her claws are long and delicate, and she moves with this strange fluidity, as if she's something other than a Jellicle.

Hoping to find some other distraction, I take a deep breath. My throat burns and instead of a steadying breath it turns into a coughing fit. My face flushes as Tanto turns to stare at me. Regaining some control I inhale, about to apologize again.

"Don't, really, it's alright. Here, I think I have something that may help." She beckons me over to a cot closer to her work table. I stand up and sit placidly on the cot in front of her. She hands me a cup of purplish-green stuff and tells me to drink it. Taking a wary sniff I grimace, shaking my head. She gives a small smile, leaning towards me.

"Come on…It's not so bad, Pounce. Just one swallow. Then your handsome face will be back to normal." She coaxes. My brow furrows and I almost drink it. Until the smell hits me again. I nearly gag and try to hand the cup back to her.

"Now." She growls darkly. I gulp it down; not wanting to know what she would do if I'd refused. She scares me slightly when she's like that, all power and control. But whatever she's given me it's working. My eyelids feel heavy and I lean back on the pillows of the cot. She sits down on the edge and sighs. I grab onto her paw instinctively, so used to having someone nearby. Yawning I wait on the edge of sleep. She lies down next to me, staring up at the ceiling, the warmth of her body spreading through me. I fall asleep with a grin on my face.

When, I wake up later she is gone and I feel better now for some reason. And then the feeling disappears; she left. Rubbing my knuckles across my eyes I look around at the empty den. Tanto's studded collar and a beaten up notebook rest next to me on the work table. I grab a paper from the book and scrawl on it.

'Thank you… I don't know how to put it into words. But I like you a lot more than I should. So…will you go to the Ball with me?'

I set it with her stuff and go to return them to her. She smiles as I hand her things back, and before I know what I'm doing I'm walking back to the medical den. Hurrying inside I see the folded paper resting on the cot. In neat, perfect handwriting is a reply.

'Yes.'