(A)

Sometimes Adora just felt out of place in the rebellion.

For example, right now she was currently She Ra in a refugee camp helping distribute food to refugees.

It was something she'd never imagined that she'd be doing when she was with the Horde. Helping the needy was good of course, but Adora was at a loss on how to actually interact with them.

So she resolved to just shake hands and nod, trying to avoid uncomfortable small talk that would lead to she was once a part of the same Horde that had driven them from their homes and ruined their lives.

Smile and nod, give the refugee food.

Smile and nod, give the refugee food.

Then the next refugee was an old woman that looked very sickly.

"Thank you. Thank you so much." She muttered, gripping Adora's hand tightly and shaking it.

"Your, ugh welcome." Adora replied uncomfortably, looking down at the little old lady rather awkwardly from She Ra's massive height.

And as the little old lady shuffled away, Adora breathed a sigh of relief that her shift was over. She walked over to the tent that the rebellion set up and transformed back into herself, taking a seat on one of the fold up chairs.

"Great, Adora's back." Glimmer said as she wrote something down a notepad. "Mermista, you're up next."

"Whatever." Was all the water princess said before exiting the tent, leaving Adora alone with Glimmer.

"Are you hanging in there Adora?" Glimmer asked, most likely trying to make conversation.

"Barely." Adora groaned. "I have no idea what to say out there, I was literally apart of the same group that burned their homes and pillaged their crops. What am I supposed to talk to them about?"

"Well you aren't part of the Horde now, you're out there trying to make amends." Glimmer comforted her. "Besides you don't have to talk with them, just smile and nod."

"I know, I know." Adora nodded.

"Well just rest up, your next shift starts in half an hour and a few hours after that the refugees will be well fed and we will be back in Brightmoon." Glimmer said.

Adora just closed her eyes and sighed, just a few more hours and this would all be over.

(A)

Roughly a week after shaking hands and giving food to the refugees, Adora woke up in her bed only to find that her head was absolutely pounding.

Good lord it was sore and her eyes felt like they could barely open.

But not one to give up, Adora opened her eyes through sheer force of will. With her eyes now open Adora tried to force herself upwards but had to stop due to a rush of nausea that threatened to overwhelm her brain box.

What was happening to her?

Adora received her answer when she felt the need to empty the contents of her stomach and forced herself to her bathroom to do said act.

Her stomach now lacking any substance to throw up with, Adora collapsed herself against the bathroom wall.

She was officially sick.

Interestingly enough Adora had only ever been sick once before. She'd been eleven at the time and had spent far too long in the cold resulting in a mild case of hyperthermia. She'd been kept in quarantine for a week to ensure that it was just hyperthermia and it had proved to be one of the most boring weeks of her life.

This felt much worse than it did then.

Of course Adora had no idea what the rebellion's policy on sickness was, but she could guess that it would keep her out of the action for a while which simply wouldn't fly. Odds are it would be similar to the Horde's policy where you were kept in isolated quarantine for a month.

Adora couldn't let that happen. The rebellion needed She Ra and Adora wasn't about to stop helping out due to a silly little sickness.

…Even if said silly little sickness was currently making her feel like she was going to throw up again despite having no more food left in her stomach.

Then there was a piercing ringing sound as her communicator went off, informing her that there was a meeting she needed to attend in a fifteen minutes while simultaneously making Adora's head feel like it was splitting in half.

Damn it all.

Adora forced herself up from the floor, gripping the walls like a lifeline until she was upright.

Once finally upright, Adora slowly shuffled across the room, her knees feeling like they were about to collapse under her weight, until she managed to get to her bed.

Thankfully Adora had fallen asleep in her uniform again last night, meaning that she didn't have to fumble through getting herself changed. But what she did regret was her choice to leave the sword of power on her cabinet on the other side of the room.

But still, it was just crossing her room, she'd done it thousands of times. Being sick didn't change that.

So Adora pulled herself back up with considerable effort and hobbled over before practically collapsing on the cabinet.

This was no good. If she wasn't able to get across her room, then how exactly was she supposed to go halfway across the castle? How was she supposed to fight the Horde like this?

Then an idea popped into Adora's head.

Medicine, she needed medicine. And if she remembered correctly, there should be some in this very cabinet.

But a quick search of her cabinet yielded only a disappointingly small packet of bandages.

Dammit all.

Adora groaned as a second idea popped into her head.

She Ra.

Perhaps becoming She Ra would help?

She saw nothing else for it, so Adora picked up the sword of power and pushed it up above her head with considerable effort. "For the honor of Grayskull!"

Moments later she was She Ra, warrior princess. And her head felt a little better, even if the pain was more dulled than gone. Her nausea and exhaustion were also more dulled down from before.

Well, Adora had no idea how long this was going to last but being She Ra seemed to help with being sick.

As such she decided to get to the meeting as soon as possible and exited her room, making haste to the war room.

When she'd finally arrived, Adora noted that she was the last person to arrive, it was a full house today, Frosta, Perfuma and even Seahawk was here. (He'd been bought along by Mermista.)

"Morning Adora." Bow greeted her. "What kept you so long?"

"And why are you She Ra?" Mermista asked.

Adora ignored Bow's question in favour of answering Mermista's. "I'm always She Ra."

"Yeah, but usually you're not eight foot tall when you come to these meetings." The water princess pointed out.

"I thought it would be a nice change of pace." Adora lied, receiving several weird looks for this statement.

She ignored them and took her seat.

"Well, now that we're all here, we can start this meeting." The queen announced.

Adora nodded but found herself unable to pay attention to what was actually being discussed.

It went a little something like this:

The queen said: "Blab bla bla the Horde."

A princess would say: "Blab bla bla my territory."

The Queen would nod and move onto the next princess.

But Adora just couldn't bring herself to pay attention, even as She Ra her head felt like it was swimming.

"Bla bla bla, new fort."

"Bla bla bla scouting."

"What are your thoughts Adora?"

Adora's head snapped back up and she started to pay attention again. "I'm sorry, what?"

Glimmer frowned. "I asked if you'd be up to help with scouting out the new Horde fort that's popped up."

Oh, that's what they were talking about for the last… (Adora glanced at a clock) 50 minutes. How did fifty full minutes pass by so quickly?

"Sure, that sounds good." Adora nodded.

"Adora…" Bow said carefully. "Are you alright?"

"Of course I am!" She exclaimed perhaps a touch too loudly. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well usually you aren't this quite." Perfuma frowned. "Most times you'd interrupt our reports with suggestions and advice."

"So it's not just me then?" Sea Hawk asked rhetorically. "Thank goodness, I wanted to say something but wasn't sure if this was normal as I'm almost never at these meetings."

Even Sea Hawk had noticed!?

Queen Angella also chipped in. "I will admit, your behaviour today has been most unusual. Is there anything you'd like to tell us?"

And the queen too. Great, just great.

With all eyes on her, Adora did what she did best in this type of situation.

"I am absolutely fine, now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and get ready for the mission." Adora got up and left without making eye contact.

(G)

"What was that about?" Mermista asked as soon as Adora had left.

"I have no idea." Glimmer said, as mystified as everyone else.

"And doesn't she know there's a good forty minutes left in the meeting?" Frosta pointed out.

Bow shook his head. "There's no way around it, something is up with Adora."

"Maybe she's just tired?" Perfuma suggested.

"No, Adora acts different when she's tired." Bow shook his head. "There's a lot more yawning."

"And what about the deal of being She Ra for the meeting? She's never She Ra for the meetings." Glimmer pointed out something she noticed.

"You know, her behaviour reminds me of a sailor suffering of the Sea flu. A very terrible version of the flu that typically effect sailors." Sea Hawk chipped in.

Glimmer considered the possibility for a few seconds before dismissing it. "No, we haven't been anywhere near the sea recently so it can't be that."

Mom held up her hand. "Regardless of the cause, we should continue the meeting. Afterwards you may check up on Adora."

With that the meeting continued on as it would, everyone finished their reports and there was nothing new or that suggested that the Horde had a major offensive in the works which was generally good news.

"Meeting adjourned." Mom said finally, and Bow in the same mind as her, followed Glimmer out of the room as they made a beeline for Adora's room, not stopping to chat with the other princesses as usual.

When they finally managed to get to Adora's room, Glimmer stopped and knocked. "Adora, you in there? Can we come in?"

"Hold on! I'll be there in a min-" Adora then abruptly cut herself off as she went into what sounded like a coughing fit.

"Adora we're coming in." Bow said, much to Adora's protests.

"No, no don't-"

Glimmer and Bow kicked a door open each and entered Adora's room, seeing the person herself, (as herself and not She Ra), standing hunched over in the middle of the room.

And now that she wasn't She Ra, Adora looked absolutely terrible. Her face looked absolutely exhausted and she was several shades paler than usual.

Both Glimmer and Bow rushed over to their friend's side.

"Adora, are you okay?"

"Speak Adora, what's wrong?"

"Nothing I'm fine." Adora said, the hoarsely tone of her voice betraying her. Then as if to prove the point, Adora tried to push herself upright only to fail miserably and would have collapsed to the floor if Bow and Glimmer didn't catch her.

"Let's get you to bed." Bow said gently.

Glimmer's worry increased as Adora only grunted in acknowledgement. Yeah, she most assuredly wasn't alright.

"Bow watch Adora, I'm going to get a doctor then tell mom that we won't be able to go on the scouting mission." Glimmer told him to which Bow nodded.

Adora opened her mouth to protest but Glimmer teleported to the castle doctor before her friend got so much as a word out.

"Ah, your majesty, what can I do for you?" The castle doctor asked.

"It's Adora, we need you to see her." Glimmer explained. "She's in her room and she's really sick."

"I see." The castle doctor stroked his chin. "What are the symptoms?"

"She can barely stand up, her head hurts really bad, she has a bad fever and I'm fairly certain she'd be throwing up if she could." Glimmer listed off the symptoms with her fingers, worry clear in her voice.

The castle doctor nodded. "I'll get my things and then I'll be right up."

Glimmer said a quick "Thank You." Before she teleported away to search for her mom. Three teleports later and Glimmer found her in the Brightmoon library.

"Mom!"

"Glimmer. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I'm sorry to say that we can't go on the scouting mission any longer, Adora's sick." Glimmer reported.

"Sick? Is that why she acted so odd at the meeting?" Mom questioned.

"Yes, we've got the doctor looking at her now."

Mom nodded. "Very well, we will dispatch someone else to scout out the fort while you take care of Adora."

"Thanks mom." Glimmer said and gave her a hug that her mom returned.

"It's truly no problem, just please try not to get sick yourself."

"I'll try."

Glimmer teleported back to Adora's room in time to see the doctor looking over Adora on her bed while Bow looked worried beside them. Glimmer then went beside Bow, shared the news about them no longer going scouting, and waited for a diagnosis.

A few minutes later, the doctor stood up and offered the diagnosis.

"Near enough as I can tell, she's suffering from a variation of the flu." He explained. "There isn't really a cure for it other than bed rest. It should go away after a few days."

"Is there anything we can do?" Glimmer asked.

"Not really, except making sure she takes her liquids, and I could also briefly prescribe her some painkillers which should help."

Bow nodded. "Thanks doctor."

"Just remember to call me if her condition gets worse." The doctor said before he left, leaving the best friend squad alone to take care of their friend.

Despite Adora's initial objections, she would be very much grateful for the help of her friends in getting her back into a more lucid state of consciousness.

And inevitably, the news of her being sick would reach the wider rebellion and princess alliance.

The response was typically just cards and flowers wishing Adora a speedy recovery, but that was the response of the common folk. When the news reached the Princesses involved with the alliance the reaction was different…

Perfuma, Mermista and Frosta all heard the news in their respective kingdoms, and all decided separately to help Adora in recovering from the flu because she had helped them.

And as with everything involving the princess alliance, the plan would not survive the first few seconds of its implementation and implode in spectacular fashion.

(A)

Her bed was nice and cozy, with much more pillows than usual. Glimmer and Bow had donated their pillows and blankets to the noble goal of keeping Adora comfy.

And in all honesty apart from the feeling constantly nauseous and lacking the ability to stand up, Adora had been surprised how pleasant her experience was. She'd been expecting to be in an isolated room that lacked everything much like it did with the Horde.

But the rebellion surprised her as it always did.

So her time while sick had been pleasant, Bow bought her soup and Glimmer would tell her stories about her and Bow's youth.

Currently Adora was just relaxing in her room reading a nice novel that Glimmer had loaned her called 'Love Amongst the Dragons.'

She closed her eyes for a moment to rest them and when she opened them Perfuma was hovering above her.

Wait, What?

Adora's brain caught up with reality and she lurched back. "Perfuma! Why are you here?"

"Seeing you obviously." Perfuma said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I heard you were sick and decided to help."

"I appreciate the thought but-" Adora interrupted herself by breaking into a coughing fit. Once it had subsided she continued. "I have the flu, the only cure is bedrest, I'm not sure how you could help."

"Ah, but that's where your wrong." Perfuma said. "Back in Plumeria we've got all sorts of herbs and plants for healing."

"Then why wouldn't the doctor recommend some?" Adora asked.

Perfuma waved her hand dismissively. "Probably because he's never even heard of them. If he had he would have given you some right away."

Adora was skeptical, but reasoned that while it sounded a little weird, the rebellion as a whole was a pretty weird place. That weirdness had turned out to be a (mostly) good thing so far. So Adora nodded in agreement for Perfuma's idea.

The plant princess looked ecstatic and pulled half a dozen herbs from her bag.

"Great! I was thinking that we could start with the red one, which I think helps with fever."

Adora's confidence in the plan put on some goggles, opened the plane door and went skydiving.

"Oh, and if that doesn't work then the blue one acts as a pain killer most of the time."

Her confidence hit a flock of birds and one of them cracked the glasses of her goggles.

"And if all else fails then I'll use these healing crystals Entrapta gave me before she joined the Horde, although I'm not exactly sure how they work."

Her confidence's parachute failed to open and it hit the cold unforgiving ground.

"Perfuma?" She said weekly. "I don't think-"

Adora was stopped from thinking when her room door flew open and two people entered.

"Greetings friends!"

"Hey."

Sea Hawk and Mermista respectively entered the room.

"Hey guys." Perfuma waved. "What brings you guys here?"

"We came to help Adora." Mermista said in that same dead inside tone she always used.

Sea Hawk nodded enthusiastically. "That's right, while it might not be the same thing, I can recall many a time where I suffered through the sea flu." Sea Hawk opened up a sack he'd bought along. "And at the request of Mermista, I've bought along several home remedies."

Adora's confidence realised that it had survived the fall and had started crawling towards safety.

Sea Hawk then pulled out a bowl of what looked like stew and stirred it a few times. It actually smelled quite delicious.

"This is fish stew, a fairly delicious concoction passed down by my parents to me." Sea hawk explained.

"It's not terrible." Mermista said which was about as close to approval as she got.

Well if Mermista said it wasn't terrible then it must be pretty good. Adora's confidence picked itself up and spotted a person that could help it at a distance.

"Sounds great." Adora coughed. "What's in it?"

"Eel and puffer fish." Sea Hawk said cheerfully.

Perfuma objected immediately. "But puffer fish are poisonous!"

Adora's confidence reached the stranger in the distance who immediately pulled out a gun, gave Adora's confidence a shovel and told it to start digging.

"I don't want to be poisoned." Adora protested weakly.

"And you won't be." Perfuma promised. "Well use my herbs instead."

"I'm like nighty five percent sure that you have no idea how to use those." Mermista said with crossed arms.

"Of course I do." Perfuma objected, but a guilty look came across he face. "I asked the healers about them and everything!"

"My stew is not poison!" Sea Hawk objected. "The poison has been diluted to point where it is in fact beneficial."

Adora wasn't exactly a doctor, but she was fairly certain that poison didn't work that way.

It was at this point that Frosta entered the room, carrying a big basket that was almost as big as Frosta herself.

"Hey Adora, I heard you were sick so I bought some fruit and bread for you eat while…" Frosta trailed off as she spotted the others in your room. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Try to help Adora, same as you." Mermista said.

"Oh, well I bought some bread, fruit and honey for Adora to have while she's sick." Frosta explained.

Adora nodded. "Thanks, I appreciate the gesture Frosta."

Frosta's face brightened into a massive smile, but then Perfuma interrupted the moment. "Now, if you could all leave the use of herbs is a very delicate operation and I wouldn't want something to go wrong."

Mermista snorted. "Oh please, Adora clearly doesn't want to try your quackery." That was true, Adora really didn't want to try the herbs in the hands of someone inexperienced, no matter how helpful that person was trying to be.

"No, clearly Adora wants the stew instead." Mermista continued while Adora groaned. She most definitely didn't want to try the poison stew.

"Guys!" Frosta set down the basket and waved her arms. "Look at her, Adora doesn't want either of those things" Adora lifted her head and looked at Frosta hopefully. "She wants to eat the fruit!"

Adora opened her mouth to speak, but then Frosta reached into the basket and lifted out what looked like an apple made of pure ice.

"Tada!" Frosta held the 'apple' up proudly. "One apple, grown in my personal gardens."

"Is that apple made out of ice?" Adora asked cautiously.

Perfuma went close and inspected the apple, looking at it from several angles and humming until she pulled away with a smile on her face. "It is, I've heard of them. It's a very rare type of apple that typically grows only in particularly cold areas of the world. It has all the regular nutrients of a proper apple but happens to be made of ice."

Okay, no.

Maybe when she wasn't sick Adora would have considered trying it, but she was quite sick right now and in no mood to be trying whatever new strange thing the rebellion had come up with today.

But before Adora could open her mouth to protest, Perfuma decided to start a war over fruit.

"But personally, I never liked them. Too sour for my tastes." Perfuma's face scowled (A weird look for the normally peaceful princess). "But the red apples from kingdom, now they are great!"

Frosta looked scandalised at the suggestion that the ice apples were anything less than perfect, Mermista looked amused for once and Sea Hawk actually looked thoughtful.

"Hey, my ice apples are perfect!" Frosta protested angrily. "And sour is better than those stupid red apples from your kingdom, they're way too sweet."

Now it was Perfuma's turn to look scandalised. "No way! My apples are prefect! You just have bad taste."

"You know, I don't think either are particularly good." Sea Hawk weighed in. "I've always been an oranges man myself."

But before a proper debate about the particulars of which fruit, apple or otherwise could take place, Mermista cleared her throat, gave everyone a pointed look and said. "Adora."

The three of them looked embarrassed at temporarily forgetting the reason they were all there in the first place.

"Of course, but how exactly do we decide which one of our cures she should take?" Sea Hawk asked. "As if they all work properly-" (Adora was fairly certain none of them did) "Then that means that only one cure can be used."

They went into a contemplative silence, but Adora wasn't foolish enough to hope that they'd just consider leaving Adora to rest.

"What about a vote?" Perfuma suggested.

Adora was seriously about to consider laughing as the stupidity of the suggestion washed over her, and only her.

"That sounds like a great idea." Frosta said. "Princess votes only of course?"

"Naturally."

"Then all who vote for my idea, put your hands up." Perfuma said, putting her hand up in support of her own idea, but she was the only one.

"All in favour of Mermista's idea?" Mermista put her hand up and so did Sea Hawk until he remembered that he wasn't a princess and put his hand back down.

"And Frosta's?" Predictably only Frosta put her hand up.

And it was a three way tie, who would have guessed? She did. Adora knew that the result of vote would be a tie. By She Ra, Adora just wanted them to go away so she could rest.

The three princess then had an argument that Adora couldn't be bothered to keep track of, but it ended in the general consensus that it should be Adora who got the final vote on which of their quack cures should be used.

Why exactly it took almost half an hour and several pitched arguments before they got round to asking Adora which one of the cures she wanted to use would forever remain a mystery but Adora just attributed it to the rebels being weird again.

"Well, what do you choose then?" Sea Hawk asked.

And despite herself, Adora actually considered the options.

One, Perfuma's herbs that had dubious healing abilities and she was unsure of how exactly to use them.

Two, Sea Hawk's stew which had literal poison inside it but apparently Mermista liked it and he claimed that it would help.

Three, Frosta's frozen ice apples that had no actual reported healing abilities but were incredibly sour.

And in all honestly Adora was honestly ready to tell them all to shove it, too sick and sore to care about her usual manners, but rather thankfully Glimmer and Bow finally returned.

"What are you guys doing here? Adora's supposed to be resting!"

They explained and Glimmer asked them outside, they all went while Bow stayed behind awkwardly while the shouting started.

Now, while she was sick and couldn't make out all the words, Adora caught the general gist of it.

A few minutes later and the princesses (and Sea Hawk) returned, all of them looking sheepish, embarrassed, mortified and apologetic respectively. (Guess who felt which).

They all came out with apologies for bothering her while she was sick and told her that bed rest really was the best cure.

But Adora felt a little bad about it, even if she really didn't want to try their home remedies, she knew that their hearts were in the right place.

"Thanks guys, I appreciate it." She said. "And I really appreciate the thought behind everything, next time you guys are sick I promise to try and help you as much as you've tried to do for me."

Adora was rewarded with smiles all around, but she still needed to say one last thing.

"One last thing." Adora said with a smile. "No more homebrew cures please."

Notes:

And that's the end of that chapter.

I wasn't quite sure how to end this one, but I think it wrapped up well enough.

And I've (finally) finished season 2 of She Ra and am now in the middle of season 3, exiting times.

Please feel free to comment/PM me about any ideas you have for this series, as it is more one shot-y in nature I'm always open to the ideas of others.

As always, thanks everyone for reading with extra thanks to those that comment/review, you're all awesome.

Next time Adora discovers the wonder of horror movies. I'll always try and up date on Sundays, so till then I'll catch ya'll on the flip flop.