A/N: Two down one to go! Hawaii is awesome but being stuck on duty really sucks.

Anyways, last one you'll get today will be Admiral x Iowa

Doctor Tashkent

Barely keeping his eyes open, Admiral Dixon scooped another spoonful of soup into his mouth, staving off the coughing fit that was about to break forth.

He had had this cold for three days, and it was kicking him pretty hard.

"Getting sick sucks." he thought with morose, disappointed that he was falling behind in his work.

Nagato and Kaga had assured him that they would handle it all while he was under the weather, with Prinz Eugen acting as secretary while the two senior ships managed the affairs of the base.

Sighing again, he continued to eat his soup, the only sounds being his sniffles from his running nose and the clinking of the spoon against the bowl.

So far, he had many girls by to offer any help they could or to leave little get well presents such as cards or flowers (manly flowers, of course).

A knock at the door caused him to look up, and he stood, flattening his shirt slightly to make himself look a little more presentable to whoever it was.

"Yes?" he asked, answering the door, his voice somewhat hoarse due to his sore throat.

"Geez Admiral, you look terrible."

He couldn't help but smile.

"Thanks Tashkent. That's what I wanted to hear today."

The destroyer grinned and blushed, toeing the ground lightly.

"Sorry. Can I come in Admiral? I have something that'll make you feel better." she smiled.

"Of course." Andrew chuckled lightly, standing to the side and allowing her to enter.

She took off her ushanka and hung it on the coat hooks beside the door.

"So, what can I do for you Tash?" he asked, sitting back down at the table and continuing to eat his soup.

The Russian sat down beside him and put a box down on the table, nudging it towards him.

"This will help you feel much better. It's an old Russian remedy." Tashkent stated proudly, blushing a little at the nickname the Admiral had given her.

Somewhat suspicious, he tore the wrapping paper off and opened the box and was somewhat unsurprised that the box contained a large bottle of vodka.

"Well thanks, but I don't think getting loaded would help beat this sickness." he chuckled weekly before coughing into his sleeve a few times.

"Silly Admiral, you aren't supposed to get drunk on it! It's medicine. Take two shots and then call the doctor in the morning." Tashkent laughed, taking two shot glasses out of the box and opening the bottle.

Pouring two shots, she put one in front of him, the clear liquid reeking of rubbing alcohol.

"I really hate vodka, but it is a gift." he thought, frowning slightly, as she picked up the other glass and held it up.

Picking up his own glass, they clinked, and he tapped his lightly on the table before downing the contents of it.

Shaking his head, he watched as Tash poured them both another round, and repeating the same pattern, he sucked another shot back.

"That's two. Now you'll feel better tomorrow." the destroyer proclaimed, putting the cap back on the bottle "Though I do have a question."

"Shoot." Andrew stated, turning his attention back to the rapidly cooling bowl of soup in front of him.

"Why do you do the tapping on the table thing with your glass?"

"Oh that?" he mused, shrugging his shoulders "Old Canadian navy tradition I guess. It's kinda like a salute to everyone we've lost through the years. Tapping it basically means that the drink is for them as well."

Nodding, Tash smiled a little bit at him "Would you like some company for the rest of the day Admiral?"

"Sure. You can stay as long as you want Tash." Andrew replied, putting the now empty bowl in the sink, rinsing it and then putting it in the dishwasher.

Settling down on the couch, he noted as she took off her cloak, draping it over the couch as he flipped on the television.

Half paying attention to the tv, he felt his eyelids drooping as the alcohol started to take effect on his system.

Yawning widely, he saw Tash look at him, a smile on her face.

"You see Admiral, Russian medicine is working already. You're falling asleep right now."

"Yeah I know. I should get to bed for a nap." he mused, making to stand up, before a hand on his arm stopped him and caused him to look at Tashkent.

"Admiral…you could…use my lap as a pillow." she managed to stutter out, blushing deeply as she did.

Normally, the rational part of his mind would be screaming at him, and he would never do such a thing, but in his weaker state, any fight he could put up was negated by the sickness rolling through him.

"You're the doctor." Andrew shrugged, laying his head gently on her thighs and pulling his legs onto the couch "Night Tash. See you soon."

"Sleep well Admiral." she whispered as he drifted off, placing a kiss on his cheek.

He felt the kiss and couldn't help but let a small smile slip onto his face as the took the express train into Dreamland.

Waking up, he felt Tashkent stroking his hair lightly, and he sighed, not wanting to interrupt her, and liking the feeling of her touch.

"Oh Admiral." she whispered, playing with his hair.

"I think she still thinks I'm asleep. Better play along to maybe hear something good." Andrew thought, as the destroyer continued to talk.

"If you were awake I'd never be able to live this down. I've dreamed about this for awhile now, the two of us, alone, together. It's a drag that you're sick, but I don't mind taking care of you. Maybe when you get better, we'd be able to go somewhere together.

"Maybe not in uniform. You could wear something casual, and I could maybe have a summer dress on or something…we'd go out for dinner, maybe do some dancing, and then under the stars, you'd sweep me off my feet, and kiss me."

He felt the light shiver that ran through her body as she talked about it, and as she kept stroking his hair, he felt himself drifting off again.

Waking up for a second time, he was alone, Tash not in sight anywhere nearby, but her cloak was still draped over the couch and her ushanka was still by the door so she was still there.

"Admiral, you're awake." she smiled when he walked in the kitchen, though he was definitely wary of the pot on the stove, unsure of if her cooking was like Hiei's.

"I am. What are you cooking?" Andrew questioned, taking a seat at the table, though he was surprised by how much better he sounded and felt.

"Just a stew. Beef, vegetables, etc. I've been told it's my best dish." she informed him, as she scooped a portion onto his plate and gave it to him.

Tasting it, he was very pleased with how good it was.

"Damn Tash. I need to get sick more often. You're a great doctor." he praised, taking another bite of the stew.

"Thank you, Admiral. I do what I can." she blushed, spooning out her own portion and digging in across from him.

Dinner finished, and dishes in the dish washer, Tashkent prepared to head back to her dorm room for the evening.

"I had a good time Admiral. Thank you for having me over." the destroyer stated, putting her ushanka on and straightening it.

"I had a great time too Tash. Though I must tell you that I was awake when you thought I was asleep and heard what you had said, about a night under the stars, going for dinner and whatnot." he said, chuckling at the mortified look on her face.

"Admiral…I apologize." she whispered, dropping her eyes to the ground.

"What for Tash? I'd love to go on a date with you!" Andrew grinned, watching as her head snapped up, eyes shining brightly.

"Re..really?" Tashkent asked as a wide smile broke onto her face.

"Hell yeah. We'll slate it for when I'm not sick anymore, alright?" he told her, to which she nodded her head.

"Of course, Admiral!" the Russian nearly shouted, jumping up and pecking him on the lips.

She took off after that, running back to her dorm room, an expression of pure joy on her face as her mind went wild at what would be happening in the near future.

Shaking his head, Andrew went back inside his house, smiling softly at what had just transpired.

His thoughts, were also on the future.

And the future was bright.

Very bright indeed.

Fin