Author's Note: Still sick, and here goes.

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Wufei now sat curled up underneath his blankets, his eyes glaring daggers at Heero. How could he just up and do that? It was injustice. Had he no shame? Sniffling, Wufei continued to glare.

"Wufei, stop glaring at me."

"Yuy, you shall regret this. Mark my word, you'll get yours.", Wufei promised, glaring harder.

Ignoring Wufei's comment completely, the Japanese boy returned to reading the thermometer. 100.3. . . and it seemed to be growing. From the looks of it, it was going to be really hard to make the stupid fever go away. That is if Wufei kept being a stubborn ass.

"I heard that Yuy!", Wufei cried pulling the blankets tighter around him, "I'm not stubborn, and I am not an ass!"

Heero blinked in amazement. Had Wufei read his mind?

"No. You said that out loud.", Duo told him, now with a bottle in his hand, "And look I found some castor oil!"

"Duo, where did you find that?", Quatre asked, hoping it wasn't from his room.

Smiling, Duo walked over to Quatre.

"I got it from your room, Quatre!", Duo revealed with a smile, "I'm sure you won't mind."

Eyes widening, Quatre lunged for it, but missed as Duo pulled it out of his reach.

"No Duo! That's mine! It was germ free! You're going to get Wufei's cooties on it!"

Duo held it up in the air, knowing Quatre couldn't reach it, enjoying every moment he teased the other boy.

"Sorry Q, but Wufei needs it!"

Slowly he began to back away, and Duo smirked as he made his way towards Wufei. Finally noticing where he was heading, Quatre gasped, running back to the chair which Trowa sat him in earlier.

"Ew. Germs everywhere. Can't go by Wufei. Cooties."

All watched as Quatre sat on the chair clutching his knees, rocking back and forth as he mumbled to himself. It was Wufei's sneeze that brought everyone back to attention.

"Oh yeah! I brought you some medicine Wu-man.", Duo said with a grin holding up the castor oil bottle to his face.

"My name is Wufei!", he growled at the braided boy in front of him, "And I hate castor oil! I will not drink any!"

Pouting, Duo grabbed Wufei in a hug, making the boy cry out in surprise.

"But Wu-man!"

"It's Wufei!"

"If you don't drink any, then you're gonna die! And who will I annoy when you die?!"

Pushing Duo off of him, Wufei sighed.

"I'm not going to die.", he told the American.

"Of course you aren't.", Heero said taking the bottle from Duo, "That's because you're going to take it."

Already upset with Heero for what the Japanese pilot had done to him, (and he still felt violated), he glared at him before coughing.

"No. You Yuy, do not touch me!"

"Heero, don't touch him or you'll die too!", Quatre warned.

Sighing, Trowa walked over to Quatre from the wall he was leaning on.

"I think I better take Quatre out of the room before he goes crazy.", he told the others resting a hand on Quatre.

"No!", Quatre cried backing away from him, "You touched Wufei! You have the cooties on you! And. . . and. . . I have to go take a shower now!"

Blinking in confusion as Quatre ran out of the room, the three of them didn't even notice as Wufei was trying to sneak away.

"Well Quatre's gone crazy.", Duo said shrugging his shoulders, "Again."

Hearing a thud and then a line of curses, the three turned to see Wufei on the floor.

"Damn dizziness!", Wufei cried holding his head.

Making his way over to the angry Chinese boy, Heero picked him up.

"Yuy, put me down!", Wufei yelled, struggling in Heero's hold.

Now the baka was carrying him like he was some type of onna. Injustice again! Did he get pleasure out of embarrassing him? Resting Wufei back on the bed, Heero sat next to him.

"Wu-"

"Shut up, Yuy. I am not taking that mockery of medicine!"

Heero glared in annoyance at the smaller teenaged boy. Wufei was really being difficult, and he wondered if he could survive even trying to help him. After all, Wufei could be a brat sometimes.

"I'm not a brat!", Wufei yelled, pulling the covers over his head and lying back on the bed.

"Heero. You said that out loud again.", his lover informed hm.

"I have got to stop doing that.", Heero said with a sigh.

Jumping onto the bed, Duo laid next to Wufei, tapping the feverish boy underneath it. Lifting the covers just enough for his ebony eyes to be seen, Wufei stared back into violet ones.

"What do you want?", he asked, lowering the covers again.

Smiling, Duo pulled the covers off of Wufei, causing the boy to sit up.

"Come on, Wu! Medicine is the best way to bring down a fever!"

"So is solitary rest!", Wufei cried grabbing the sheets away from Duo, "And that. . . thing. . . is not medicine! And my name is not Wu! It's Wufei!"

A hand was placed over Duo's mouth before he could talk again, and Heero glared at Wufei.

"If you don't take the stupid thing, I will force it down your throat."

Shrugging his shoulders, Wufei scoffed.

"I'd like to see that happen."

That was the last straw. Heero handed the bottle to Trowa.

"Why are you giving this to me?", Trowa asked, looking down at it in confusion.

"When I get his mouth open, you give it to him."

"Uh. . . Heero?", Duo asked, scratching his head, "Aren't you being just a little too serious?"

With a "hn", Heero shrugged his shoulders.

"Whatever it takes.", was all he murmured before grabbing Wufei under the chin and placing his lips on Wufei's. Eyes widening, Wufei hesitated for a only a moment, before pushing Heero away from him.

"Yuy what are you-"

He was cut off from yelling as a spoonful of castor oil was shoved into his mouth.

He would have spit it out, if his mouth hadn't been covered at that moment, which gave him no other choice but to swallow. Forcing the vile liquid down his throat, Wufei swore he was going to throw up, and it was visible by the green color of his face.

"If you throw it back up, I'll make Heero make you swallow it again."

Noticing that he was getting odd stares from Trowa and Heero, Duo shrugged his shoulder with an embarrassed blush.

"What? Well I had to say something."

Heero only shook his head and then he was standing up, colbat eyes watching down at Wufei.

"I'm sorry, Wufei, but you had to take it."

Glaring up at the colbat eyed pilot, Wufei muttered something before falling back onto the bed.

"If you don't mind, Yuy, I would like some sleep.", Wufei muttered, pulling the covers over him.

Heero looked over at Trowa who only nodded before walking out of the room.

"Duo we should-"

"I know.", Duo said watching the now sleeping boy, "Don't worry, Heero. He's not mad at you. Well not that mad at least."

Heero walked out of the room, Duo following behind him.

"Good night, Wuffie!", Duo yelled, before slamming the door, which made Wufei jump out of his sleep.

He was not going to get any better with that boy taking care of him. Still feeling as he did last night, Wufei slipped into a deep sleep.

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"Duo, what are you doing?", Trowa asked, walking into the kitchen and seeing the American hovering over the stove and humming to himself.

At the taller boy's voice, Duo looked up, grinning at the banged pilot.

"Hi, Trowa! I'm just making some soup!", he said turning back to the pot, "Wanna see?"

Although he didn't want to, Trowa walked over to Duo's side before peering in.

"Um. . . what kind of soup is it?", Trowa asked, forcing himself not to gag.

"It's chicken soup.", Duo said looking down into the pot, "Doesn't it look great?!"

Chuckling nervously, Trowa nodded, sighing in relief as the violet-eyed boy's eyes gleamed happily.

"Well, I'll just give you some before-"

"No!", Trowa yelled, eyes wide in horror, "No. Duo, I don't think that would be necessary."

Frowning, Duo looked up at Trowa.

"Don't you like my cooking?", he asked innocently, chibi-like pout on his face.

Sighing, Trowa nodded.

"Great!", Duo yelled, "I'll just-"

"That's great Duo but. . . I'm still full.", Trowa said quickly, starting to back out of the kitchen, "I mean. . . from breakfast that is."

Duo ran up to Trowa, grabbing him in a hug and knocking the wind out of the poor boy.

"Aw, Trowa! You're the bestest friend anybody can have.", Duo laughed, hugging tighter, "You ate the breakfast I cooked!"

Nodding, Trowa gasped in heavily as Duo let go. . . finally.

"And since you loved it so much. I'm gonna make breakfast for you every morning, just like I do for Hee-chan!"

Turning green from just the thought, Trowa forced a smile before walking out of the kitchen, leaving Duo to hum to himself and continue cooking.

"Oops."

He turned back to look in the kitchen, and Trowa met a grinning Duo with an empty salt shaker.

"Nothing to worry 'bout, Trowa.", Duo said hiding the salt shaker behind his back, "Just added a little too much salt in, but I'll just even it out with some pepper!"

Sighing and watching as the braided American went back to cooking, Trowa continued his way out of the kitchen, towards Wufei's bedroom. He caught sight of Heero in the doorway, and he stopped.

"It looks like his fever's getting worse", Trowa observed, making Heero turn his head towards him.

"He'll make it.", Heero said, looking back into the bedroom, "It's not anything he can die from. Is it?"

Sighing, Trowa shook his head, almost laughing at the look on Heero's face.

"No. It's just a fever. I'm sure you survived one before."

"I've never been sick."

"Right."

Leaving Trowa in the doorway, Heero walked over to the side of Wufei's bed, looking down at the now sweaty Asian boy, brushing his hand across his cheek.

"Doesn't he need some sort of doctor?", Heero asked looking back up at Trowa, who shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess. If you want, I can call Sally."

"No. Forget it. He probably already hates me as it is. I don't need to add to that by calling her over for him."

Looking down at him, Heero smiled.

'Why can't you be as quiet as this all the time.", he asked mentally.

"Want to tell him Heero?", Trowa asked, Heero frowning in confusion.

"Tell him what?"

Smirking, Trowa turned to walk off.

"Fine. Pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about?", Trowa said walking off.

"What are youtalking about?", Heero asked making the taller boy turn back.

"I don't know. I just felt like breaking the silence.", Trowa admitted.

"Baka."

Hearing a crash in the kitchen, Heero gave one glance at Wufei before walking out to go see what Duo was up to.

"It's not pretty.", Trowa told him as Heero closed the door to the room.

"What is it this time?"

"Soup."

Giving a shudder, Heero prayed before walking off with Trowa to the kitchen.

T.B.C.

Yeah. So that's the second chapter, and I pray that whatever I wrote is good. So, yeah give, reviews and flames, keep to yourself.