See Day 1 for all pertinent info and disclaimers.
Day 5 - Final Day
Llanfair
Natalie reached for the handle on the front door.
"And just where do you think you're going?"
She turned around, "Mom, hi. I was just--"
"Trying to sneak out?"
"Uh..."
Viki smiled, "It's okay, you can go out."
She smiled, relieved. "Thank you," she said, ready to get out of there.
"A few things before you go, first."
She turned back around.
"I don't want you overexerting yourself, you just got over the flu, I don't want you having a relapse. Don't stay out too long. Don't do anything that might cause you to have a relapse and--have a good time."
Natalie hugged her. "Thanks for taking care of me."
"You're welcome."
"Bye," she said, bouncing out the door.
"Tell Cristian I said hello," Viki called after her as she went out the door. Viki closed the door then headed up the stairs to check on Jessica. She knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Viki entered Jessica's room to find her sitting up in bed, smiling, looking much healthier. "You seem to be feeling much better."
"Oh, I do. I feel so much better."
"That's wonderful, darling," Viki said, sitting on the edge of the bed. She felt Jessica's forehead, "I don't think you have a fever."
"So, does that mean I'm off of bed rest?"
Viki looked at her, "Not quite."
Jessica pouted, "Mom..."
"Jessie, you still had a fever this morning. But, I suppose it wouldn't hurt if you moved around the house some. Just, don't try leaving."
"I won't, I promise. Despite my cabin fever."
"I know, sweetheart, but you do know that I'm just looking out for you."
"I know."
"And if you're still feeling well tomorrow, I just might let you leave the house," Viki smiled.
Bo & Gabrielle's Apartment
"Isn't it a glorious day?" Gabrielle asked cheerily as she stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from the shower and fully dressed.
"I've had better," Bo grumbled from the couch.
Concerned, Gabrielle leaned over the back of the couch, "Oh, what's the matter, Bo? Don't tell me you're not feeling well."
He looked at her, "Oh, no. No. I just have a headache, that's all."
"Are you sure? Because I'm sure there's some soup and tea and medicine left over. And I'd be glad to return the favor for taking care of me while I was sick."
"No, I'm fine. Didn't you say you were going over to the millhouse to check on Al today?"
"Yes, but if you need me for anything..."
"You know, I think I just might."
Her face lit up, "Really? What?"
"This," he said, pulling her down for a kiss.
"You don't really have a headache, do you?"
"Nope," he said, smiling.
"You were pulling my chain."
"Yep."
Gabrielle narrowed her eyes at him, "Why I ought to--"
Bo cut her off with another kiss.
RJ's Apartment
Keri sniffled.
"Tissue?" R.J. asked, offering her a box of kleenex.
She looked up at him, "Yes, thank you."
"Still allergies, huh?"
"Yes, R.J.," she said, sounding a bit congested.
"Good. But you know, since I'm all better now, if you do end up getting sick, I will be here to take care of you. And my unborn grandchild."
She blew her nose. "Yes, I know, R.J. Thank you but you're not going to have to take care of me, I'm fine. It's just--"
"Allergies. Or so you keep telling me. But I'm telling you right now, if I hear one single cough from you, I'm taking you straight to the hospital."
"There will be no coughing. And stop hovering over me. And would you just go to Capricorn already? I thought you couldn't wait to get over there and check on things."
"Hmm. All right. But I'll be back soon. And when I do get back, I'll keeping an eye on you and both ears open."
"Fine, R.J. Good-bye now. Oh, make sure you get plenty of fresh air. But don't stay out in the cold too long," she said, ushering him out.
He stood in the hallway outside the apartment, "Wait a minute, I thought I was the parent here."
"Sometimes you are. Now, get going."
He sighed, "Yes, Keri."
She closed the door, sighing, "Fathers."
Cramer Mansion
"Move over," Blair wheezed.
Todd coughed. "No, you move over."
"No, you move over. And keep your germs to yourself," Blair said, nudging Todd with her elbow.
"Ow! Would you stop it? That hurts."
Blair sat up, "Well, if you'd just move over a little, I wouldn't have to keep nudging and poking at you."
Todd sat up, "Well maybe I'd give you more room if you stopped hogging all the covers."
"I am not hogging all the covers."
Starr walked into the room and stood at the foot of the bed. "Mom, Dad..."
"Yes, Starr?" they answered.
"Neither one of you is going to get any better if you keep fighting with one another. And it's not making it any easier for me to take care of you."
"Well, Starr, honey, if your father would stop hogging the bed--"
"If your mother would stop hogging the covers--"
"Stop it! Just for that, you two have to take the yucky medicine. I'll be right back."
"This is all your fault," Todd mumbled.
"That's right, blame me 'cause nothing is ever your fault."
"Hey, if you'd taken Starr to get her flu shot in the first place, then neither one of us would be sick right now."
Blair let out an exasperated sigh. She looked at Todd, "You don't really think that Starr's going to try to give us that awful tasting stuff we gave her, do you?"
"Don't you mean the awful tasting stuff you gave her?"
"Whatever."
"Yeah, I think so."
Blair thought about it for a moment. "Maybe if we're nicer to each other.... I'll stop hogging the covers," she said, moving the sheets and the comforter over more to Todd's side.
"I'll stop hogging all the space," he said, scooting over.
"It's time for more medicine," Starr said from the doorway, smiling, holding a bottle of medicine.
"Please give us one more chance, Starr, we promise we'll behave," Blair said.
"Yeah, we promise. Just don't make us drink that stuff," Todd added.
Starr considered their promise. "Okay. You know, this could be the start of beautiful new relationship," she mused as she walked back down the hall.
Blair and Todd eyed each other for a second.
"Don't even think about it," Blair said, lying back down.
"Like I want you back," Todd said, also lying back down.
"I can hear you!" Starr yelled.
Blair and Todd both sighed defeatedly and rolled over, their backs to each other.
Cristian's Loft
Cristian opened the door. "Natalie. What are you doing here?"
"That's not exactly the greeting I was expecting. And I can go if you don't want me here," she said, turning to leave.
He caught her arm, "Oh, no you don't, get in here," he said, pulling her inside and closing the door.
"My mom says hello."
"So she knows you're here?"
"Yeah, what? You think I snuck out? Uh-uh."
"She busted you?"
"Yep."
"But you're here."
"She just wanted to give me a few warnings," she said, taking off her coat.
"Warnings about what?"
"Oh, about how I'm not supposed to do anything that might make me have a relapse."
"Well, we definitely don't want you to have a relapse," he said as they sat down on the sofa.
"That I'm not supposed to overexert myself because it could make me have a relapse."
"Now why would she warn you about something like that?"
She shrugged, "Beats me. I mean, what could I possibly be doing, here, with you, that would involve me overexerting myself?"
"Oh, I have a few ideas," he said, playing with her hair.
"I bet you do." She smiled, "And she told me to have a good time."
"I can guarantee that you will."
"Oh really? How so?"
"You're here with me."
"And?"
"And that means there'll be some of this," he said kissing her on the cheek. "And this," he said, kissing her on the other cheek. "And plenty of this," he said before their lips finally met.
They parted and Natalie smiled again, "Having a relapse might not be such a bad thing..."
Cristian started to lean back in to kiss her again when he stopped. And sneezed.