AN: I'm back! I'll probably only be updating every other day since I'm attempting to read the book from hell. Anywho, I've gotten reviews from people telling me not to kill Remus. As much as I love Remus, he's going to die in this story. There won't be some miracle cure, that's why this story is under tragedy. He will die. I'm sorry.

The Contest: This is the last chapter before the mystery disease is revealed. So vote now or forever hold your peace.

It was 9:00 on a Saturday morning when James received a phone call. Now for normal people, 9:00 is a perfectly reasonable time to receive a phone call. Normal people are already up, perhaps enjoying a nice cup of coffee with their morning paper, or outside talking a nice walk in the park. But James was not a normal person, no. He was a teenage boy. (Dum dum dum!)

James had fallen asleep at about four in the morning rocking out to The Beatles. Well, it is rather hard to rock out to The Beatles; they aren't exactly what most people would call hard rock. Now, I don't mean any offense to The Beatles and their fans, their music is great to listen to. However, it isn't exactly music that makes you jump up and down on your bed while playing the air guitar and head banging. Which was exactly what James was doing. While listening to Yellow Submarine.

We, of course, must remember that James was rather drunk and high from a party he had recently returned home from. Which was why, when his mother came into the dark and foul smelling cavern that James called a room telling him he had an important phone call, James was rather annoyed. Especially because, that's right folks, James was extremely hung-over.

"What in bloody hell do you want?" James asked, never considering that it may have been his grandmother or someone of equal importance. Of course, he probably wouldn't have offended his grandmother since the person on the other end of the phone could hear nothing but slurred mumbling.

"James, is that you? Gods, what did you do last night?" Came the slightly odd sounding voice of Sirius from the other end of the telephone. James merely grunted at Sirius. Sirius, however, who was fluent in teenage boy speech, being one himself, was able to translate the grunt into its true meaning which was, 'Yes, it's me, and bugger off; it's none of your business what I did last night. Got more action than you though.'

"Hey! Don't take your hangover out on me. I didn't tell you to drink yourself into oblivion. Anyways, I was wondering if I could stay at your house for a bit. I'm ill."

James, at this point had made his way down to the kitchen, as it became apparent he wouldn't be sleeping for a bit. He had consumed two cups of coffee, and an aspirin, so he could at least speak in intelligible sentences.

"Why do you need to stay at my place if you're ill?"

"I can't stay here, because I could get Remus ill. It's just a common flu, I'm sure I'll be fine before you know it."

James sighed. He knew that Sirius and Remus were always taking precautions to avoid getting ill. Apparently Remus's mystery illness made him more susceptible to diseases, and thus getting even a common ailment could be serious for the young boy. James supposed he had to do the right thing in this matter.

"Sure, come over whenever you want."

"Thanks mate, you're spectacular!"

James sighed yet again. It was going to be a very long weekend.

Sirius had only stayed with James for two days. He was well, and ready to return home on Monday. As a precaution he had stayed home from school that day too, but only after making sure Lily took care of Remus for him.

Currently though, Remus was home with him, and they were both sitting on the bed. Sirius was placing small kisses along Remus's jaw, finally landing on the lips. He then proceeded to pin the sickly boy down, unbutton his shirt, and began placing butterfly kisses on his chest. Remus moaned, but sat up.

"No, Sirius we can't."

Sirius fixated Remus with the puppy dog eyes. No one resisted Sirius when he had the looked of a dejected and kicked puppy on his face. Sirius had used that look more times than he could count to get out of detentions. However, sometime during his 9th year, McGonagall had grown immune to it. But that didn't mean the 'look' was out of commission. No, it still wreaked havoc on all. The 'look' did not discriminate. Men, women, old, young, short, or tall, everyone was subject to the 'look'. And no one could resist it.

"Why not Remmie? You know the doctor said it was okay as long as we were careful."

Remus sighed and bowed his head, sandy hair spilling onto his face.

"I know, and I want it as much as you do. But what if the doctor is wrong? They don't know everything there is to know yet, and I don't want to accidentally hurt you. I could never live with myself if I did."

Sirius sighed dejectedly, but did not argue further. He had had this argument with Remus more times than he could count, and he didn't want to worry his love or pressure him. Sirius lay down on his side facing Remus. He wrapped his arms around the frail boy's waist and gently pulled him to that Remus was spooning against him. He placed a soft kiss on the other boy's cheek.

"I'm sorry, I understand. Don't worry about it."

He felt Remus begin to shake in his arms, meaning the boy was crying. Great, now he'd really done it. He began to stroke Remus's hair making comforting noises, while Remus was attempting to speak in between sobs.

"I'm so gasp sorry. I feel so gasp bad gasp that I can't gasp give you what you need."

Sirius combed his fingers through the tawny-haired boy's locks, attempting to sooth him. After a while it took effect and Remus stopped shuddering, instead just grasping onto Sirius's shirt for dear life.

"It's alright Remus, it really is. I'm not with you for that; I'm with you because I love you more than anything else in the world. You're everything to me, and I'm happy just being with you, just being graced with your presence. Just to be able to see you smile, and hear you laugh. I know you think that you don't give me anything in this relationship, but you give me everything. Because you are everything, at least to me, and I have you."

Remus looked up at the black-haired boy and smiled at him.

"Sirius Black, that has to be the sappiest thing I have ever heard you say. That's also the sweetest. Thank you so much. For just being here. And not leaving me. I love you."

Sirius smiled. He would never tire of hearing those three words from his lover.

The Contest: Okay, it may just be me, but I thought I gave away a major clue in this chapter. Possibly two. One thing though. Because this is AU, I changed the timeline of this disease a bit, but only by a few years. 6 or 7 at the most. Well, good luck! Oh, and the next chapter will have an entire piece about the importance of Remus's illness.