A/N: I wrote this during one of my weekend breaks between camp sessions, after I had been horribly sick for three days. Upon getting home, my parents spent about 5 minutes in my presence and then decided that I had pneumonia. I didn't, it was only bronchitis, but this was born out of it.
Timeline: A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. Sometime after The Greater Good would be more accurate though.
Rating: K+. Being sick is icky.
Disclaimer: Not mine, all J.J.'s and Damon's and all them other guys.
He was hunched over beside the tree coughing his lungs out and she frowned to see him like that once again. Walking over to where he was, she put a hand out to touch his back gently, letting him know she was there, and then offered him her bottle of water. He took it from her gratefully, taking a big gulp and swilling the water around in his mouth before he handed it back to her.
She frowned again, "If you're not careful, you're going to end up with pneumonia."
He shook his head, "I don't have pneumonia, at worst it's bronchitis."
She arched an eyebrow, "At worst? C'mon Jack you know better than this, you've got to start taking better care of yourself."
He straightened up, "So you keep telling me."
"Yeah, and if you'd listened to me you wouldn't have ended up with this stupid cough." She glared at him with all her might, feeling foolishly like an angry parent with a petulant child.
He looked at her and the expression in his face changed, from annoyance, at her pestering no doubt, to something more unreadable.
"Maybe you're right."
She blinked in surprise, "Excuse me?"
He smirked, "I said, maybe you're right. Maybe I should just take it easy for the next hour or so, get some rest." He looked at her confused face, "Are you okay?"
She nodded, "Yeah, I'm just… shocked that you're agreeing with me, for once."
He smiled, genuinely this time and she joined in, cautiously at first and then let the grin spread across her mouth.
"Don't worry," he reassured, "I won't make it a regular thing."
"Yeah, no kidding" she added before her expression changed to concern once more as he started coughing yet again.
"C'mon," She ducked under his arm and draped it over her shoulders, "I'm taking you to bed."
"Alright," he let her take some of his weight, "Just, don't drug my food again."
Kate felt a mischievous smile work its way onto her face, and she raised her eyebrows in thought.
"I won't make any promises."
END.