Great. Just Great.
Part 3
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So my muses decided that of all the stories I'm doing this is the one THEY wanted to update, so here it is :) Keep in mind I don't own the characters...I'm just having fun with them.

Enjoy and remember my muses really get a kick out of feedback!
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Faith pulled her jacket closed as she walked toward the CVS pharmacy that was about eight blocks from Bosco's apartment. It was dark, for it was after midnight and winter was approaching. Normally on a night like this she would have driven to the pharmacy, but she had this nagging feeling that in a few hours she'd be wishing she could have some alone time away from Bosco. So she was going to enjoy the eight-block walk to the all night pharmacy, and the eight-block walk back to Bosco's apartment.

The automatic doors slid open, and allowed Faith entry into the store. Once inside she picked up one of the red hand baskets that sat just inside the door. She proceeded to the back of the store to the pharmaceutical area. Faith placed a bottle of Advil into the basket then went further down the aisle.

She searched the shelves for calamine lotion. There were two sizes. "Hmmm," Faith picked up the large bottle. "He's got a lot of spots." She put the bottle back, and picked up the small bottle. "But if we run out I'll have to come back and get more." Faith smiled to herself. She had just created an "out" incase Bosco got on her nerves. Sure she cared about him, but she remembered how her husband used to be when he was sick and she didn't miss his whining at all. Now here's Bosco, a guy who hardly ever gets sick. He was sure to be a baby.

As Faith turned around she bumped into a man in a white coat. "Oh sorry," Faith apologized as she gathered herself.

"No I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." It was the pharmacist. He glanced at what was in Faith's basket. "Calamine lotion? Someone got the chicken pox?" He asked with a smile.

Faith nodded. "Yeah, my partner from work."

The smile disappeared from the pharmacists face. "How old is he?"

"Thirty-two. Why?"

"Well chicken pox is a dangerous illness for adults. When you're done shopping why don't you come over to the counter." He pointed over toward the counter in the corner. "I'm pretty sure we have a pamphlet on chicken pox. It'll tell you all you need to know."

"OK, thanks." Faith smiled back at the older man as he walked away. A little nervous about the "dangerous illness" bit that the pharmacist had said.

She turned her attention back to the NyQuil display that she was headed for when she had run into him. "He's probably gonna need something to help him sleep," she said aloud. Then added silently, "plus if he's asleep it'll keep him quiet."

Faith mentally kicked herself. "Stop it! He's your friend. He doesn't feel well." Faith placed the NyQuil in the basket, and began to walk away. "But I bet he's a real whiner," she added.

After grabbing some orange juice, cotton balls, soup and throat lozenges she headed over to find the pharmacist. She looked at the contents in her basket, and was glad that CVS carried a little bit of everything. When she got to the counter the man was waiting for her, and handed her a small pamphlet. "Here you go miss. Make sure you read through it, and if you have any questions don't hesitate to call. The pharmacy number is on the back."
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When Faith opened the apartment door she noticed a small amount of light coming from the kitchen. She put the plastic bags and her purse down on the counter. The refrigerator door was open. "Bosco?"

He slowly stood up and looked at her. The light from the fridge didn't illuminate much of the room, but she could see that the refrigerator door was basically holding her partner up. He was practically hanging onto the door for dear life.

"You OK? What are you doing out of bed?"

"I was thirsty," he replied quietly. He looked at the contents of the fridge. "But there's nothin' good in here."

Faith pulled the carton of orange juice out of the plastic bag. "Orange juice OK?" He nodded, and Faith went to the cupboard for a glass. She looked over at him as he closed the refrigerator door. "Maybe you should sit down. You look like you're about to fall over." She couldn't believe he'd only been sick for a day. He looked so small, fragile and pale; but maybe it was the oversized flannel pajama bottoms he was wearing with the extremely tight undershirt he had on.

"I don't feel so good," he groaned. He shuffled over to the kitchen table and started to pull out a chair.

"Uh uh, not there. Go sit on the couch where you'll be more comfortable." He nodded, and slowly walked into the living room. Faith followed him into the room and handed him the glass of orange juice.

Bosco took a drink, and winced as he swallowed. He closed his eyes tight, and used his hand to rub at his throat.

"Sore?" Faith asked. She was now watching him like a hawk.

He nodded. "It burns."

She could hear the pain in his voice. "Maybe orange juice wasn't the best idea." Faith took the glass from him. "Want to try some water?" He shook his head. "Bosco you need fluids. You'll get dehydrated."

"Hurts too much," he whispered. He leaned back into the sofa cushions, and moaned.

"I bought some cough drops. Maybe that'll help your throat." She put her hand on his leg. He just shook his head. "Did you eat anything today? Are you hungry? I could make you some soup." Again Bosco just shook his head.

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Bosco with his head resting on the back of the sofa, his eyes closed. Faith with a comforting hand on his leg watched him with protective eyes. "I hate this," he whined as he began to scratch his arm.

Faith scooted closer to him on the couch. "Bos don't scratch."

"Faith it itches."

"I know," she smiled. "Why don't you get back in bed? I'll bring in some medicine and the calamine lotion."

"Yeah. OK." He sounded defeated. Bosco slowly pushed himself to a standing position and headed for his bedroom.
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"OK, sit up so you can take this." She stood next to his bed with some red liquid in a plastic dosage cup.

He scrunched up his face. "What the hell is that?!"

"NyQuil. It'll help you sleep."

Bosco downed the sticky liquid, and made a face. He shook his head. "Gross."

Faith chuckled. "Now strip."

His eyes got wide. "What?!" he managed to squeak.

She held up the calamine lotion. "I can't put it on you if you've got your clothes on. So take off your t-shirt and pajama bottoms."

He continued to look at her. "You serious?"

"Yeah I'm serious." She gave him a look that only she could give, and not too long later he was laying back on the bed in nothing but his boxers. "Oh man Bos. You've really got it bad." She dabbed some of the lotion on a cotton ball. "This should help with the itching."

Bosco jumped slightly at her touch, and she looked at him with questioning eyes. "It's cold."

She grinned. "Get over it." Faith continued to put the lotion on his face, arms and torso. "Damn Bos I should have bought like a gallon of this stuff and put it in a paint tray so I could apply it with a roller."

"Yuk it up Faith," he said quietly. "It's not like I don't feel bad enough as it is," he swallowed and winced at the discomfort it caused, "but now you're making fun of me."

Her face sobered. "Sorry. I didn't mean anything by it." He nodded. "All right. That parts done." Faith put the lotion and cotton ball on the bedside table, and then took the waistband of his boxers in her hands. As she started to gently wiggly his boxers down Bosco quickly grabbed her hands to stop her. She looked up and saw the horror in his eyes.

"What are you doing?!"

"Duh Bosco. The spots don't just magically disappear at the waistband of your boxers then reappear and continue down your legs. You can put the lotion on yourself if you feel up to it." He just stared at her, and she smiled. "Come on Bosco. It's not like I haven't seen one before."

"You haven't seen mine."

"If you've seen one you've seen 'em all." She started to tug on his boxers again.

"Faith, please," he begged her.

"OK. OK. We'll skip that section, and you can apply the lotion to that area later." Faith couldn't help but chuckle.

It was nearly 3:30 in the morning by the time Faith had Bosco settled in for the night. She had thought about quickly reading through the pamphlet that the pharmacist had given her, but she could barely keep her eyes open. Now she just hoped the NyQuil would work for Bosco, so she could get some sleep.