Title and Author ; Brewing Storms - Chapter Four - Becky

Disclaimer ; As the greats once said ' I know nothing'. I do, infact, the same, except, I also, own nothing.

Spoilers ; No. None. Zilch. Zero.

Style ; Complete and utter Carby fuzz moments. No storyline. Just moments in time of a carby relationship. Or any for that matter, I just write it as a carby, because I like Carter - greatly.

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She was in bed. Chicken soup on a tray, a cup of juice by her side, and all the kleenex in the world stashed in her hands. And he was there. With her. Bringing her soup, making sure she was warm, holding her hair from her face as she emptied her stomach, and taking her temperature, watching her sleep. He was there. With her.

" I'm sorry," She was apologising, blowing her nose on her fresh stash of tissues.

" What for?"

" For this. I'm ill, and you shouldn't have to be home from work, taking care of me. It's not..."

" Hey Abby? Do me a favour?"

" What?"

" Shut up." Her favour was simple, he was concerned for her health, her well-being. and she could only apologise for it. She was ill. And he was at home. Looking after her, taking care of her, doing what he always did.

" Why don't you just go to work? I'm okay, it's, it's easing off a little bit."

He shook his head, drawing a finger to her lips.

" Nope, can't do that." He was playful, giving her his signature, boyish charm.

" Why?"

" Because you're ill. Because you're my wife, and because Weaver's given both of us the next two days off until you get better. She was in a good mood, I had to accept it. Treasure it while it lasts."

She smiled, furrowing deeper into the bed, making room for his form along side her.

" You cold?" He drew his arms around her, rubbing her arms in gentle, soothing, movements.

She nodded, leaning against his accepting form, his head resting upon the headboard, hers' upon his chest.

" Thankyou," she sighed, "Why does being sick have to suck so much?"

A chuckle escaped his throat, his mind trying to conjure up a witty remark to start their undying banter. It never came, so he settled, for the logic.

" It's a way of life."

" Yeah - a sucky one at that."

" You do know the word 'sucky' doesn't exist, right?"

" Shut up Carter."

He drew his arms around her more, her eyes slowly closing, a silent chuckle still escaping from his lips. She was tired, as was he.

Her eyes, they were closing, her mind was shutting down, sending her into the dimensions of sweet dreams, and her body was beginning to sag in weight against his form. She was asleep.

He dropped one final kiss to her head, reaching up to turn of the light, and he, soon joined her.

" Night Abby."

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Author's Notes; Yes, well, that's another moment for you. There's absolutely no storyline to this as of yet, and at the rate my mind is thinking, there probably never will be. But, that's just me. Predictable, dull, and a rubbish - writer. Hmmm. Please, do, make my day by reviewing! I love them - I need them - I have to have them to keep me going! And now everyone just thinks I'm weird....

Just like to do some thankyou's ; - But I do, really thank everyone! I'm sorry that I can't write everyone's names!!

To rae - for being rae!

To Brookestar, and mel for their lovely words on their reviews! You guys were either hallucinating, or are insane, but I really appreciate what you said - I really do thankyou - compliments to you guys especially!

And to maggiemay ; Uhhh.....well, uh, thankyou. Although, yeah, it is carby fuzz - I really did warn you! But, y'know, thankyou for reviewing anyway!