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This by no means reflects the true thoughts/feelings of Troian Bellisario or Keegan Allen. No disrespect meant to anyone, clearly a work of fiction.

The Best Medicine

Keegan quietly entered the apartment, locking the door behind him. He put his bags on the kitchen table and walked further in, spotting the brunette sprawled out on the couch. She was just in a loose t-shirt hanging off of her shoulder and boy-short panties. Her legs were tangled up in the light blanket. She seemed to be asleep, but her mahogany hair was curtaining her face so he couldn't be sure.

Keegan lowered himself onto the edge of the couch so as not to disturb her. His fingers brushed the exposed skin of her abdomen where her shirt was bunched up to her ribcage.

Her ivory skin felt warmer than it should and his hand quickly moved to her forehead which is when she began to stir.

"Keegan…? What are you doing here?" she murmured, groaning a little as she moved.

"I heard you were sick. I was worried. I brought you some stuff." he told her softly, rubbing her side affectionately as she smiled gratefully up at him.

"You're the sweetest fake-boyfriend ever." she teased, reaching out to ruffle his hair.

He smirked at her. "I care about you no matter what our relationship on-screen is, Troi." he reminded her. "So… do you want me to get you anything? Have you eaten? Do you want soup?"

Troian groaned, smothering her face into her pillow. "Nothing hot please. My tongue feels like a desert. I'm dying of heat."

Keegan looked concerned. "You are pretty feverish so you're probably dehydrated. I brought some ginger ale… or you can just have water?"

"Ginger ale would be amazing. Water always makes me feel worse when I'm sick. And if I fall asleep again, it'll get all warm and gross and-"

Keegan laughed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Ginger ale it is. You're sort of adorable when you're whining."

She pouted at him as he stood but he just laughed again.

Keegan put ice in a tall glass, fished a straw out and poured the carbonated beverage in. When he brought it back over, Troian was struggling to sit up.

"Hey… relax." he told her seriously as he sat next to her again, placing the glass on the coffee table. His hands grabbed hers that were trying to fix her appearance.

"I look like crap, Keegs. I'm trying to spare you." she told him, shooting him one of her looks.

He rolled his eyes. "You always look beautiful. Now please, drink up and rest. I didn't mean to come over and disturb your sleep."

She gladly sipped at the cold drink, acquiescing and settling back against the pillows. "Don't apologize. I'm feeling a lot better, it's just this fever."

Keegan ran his hands through her hair, untangling the knotted mass gently. Troian hummed in pleasure, closing her eyes as his calloused fingers grazed across her scalp. She secretly adored when he played with her hair.

"How was your day?" she asked sleepily, her eyes still closed.

"Don't stay awake on my account. Sleep, Troi. Your body needs to recover." he told her seriously.

"Can you take me to my bed?" she asked, her eyes fluttering open. "And lay with me?"

He smiled. "Of course."

Troian immediately looped her arms around his neck and he lifted her delicate form with ease. Carrying her was like carrying a sack of potatoes.

But she suddenly tightened her grip on him, her whole body freezing. "Keegan, stop. I think I'm going to be sick." she said, sounding panicked. The last thing she would want is to puke on him.

Keegan was quick though and changed direction, letting her down gently in front of the toilet in the bathroom right as she began heaving.

She shoved at the air to signal for him to leave the room, but he refused to leave her side. She wasn't really in a position to form a strong argument so she had no choice but to let him. He gathered her hair in his hands as she got sick, her fragile body shuddering as she regurgitated mostly stomach acid since she hadn't eaten anything in hours.

Keegan's heart broke seeing her so ill. Troian took care of herself really well so she didn't often get sick despite the craziness her body got put through from week to week with the hours from the show; but when she did, the sickness really hit her hard.

Keegan saw her sway when she finished and positioned himself so she was sitting between his legs, letting her lean back into him for support.

"I'm so sorry." she whispered scratchily, the heaving having taken a toll on her throat. She wiped her mouth and flushed away the disgusting contents of the toilet. She was embarrassed he had to witness that; she knew most people couldn't handle the sound or sight of someone else getting sick.

He shook his head, fixing her hair. "Don't apologize, you're sick. I think I can give you a pass." he teased.

Keegan stretched up to reach the sink next to them, making sure to keep a firm hold on her still, and wet a facecloth. He pressed the cool material to her forehead and she sighed contently at the feeling.

"That feels so good. I'm so warm now." she said hoarsely.

"Maybe we could get you in the shower for a couple minutes? It might make you feel better."

Troian smiled as she leaned against him. "I'd love that. I feel so greasy and like I must smell by now."

He laughed. "You do not smell. Here. I'll help you get up."

Keegan assisted her to her feet and she smiled affectionately at him. "Would you mind staying in here with me? I just… I was nervous to shower earlier in case anything happened…"

He nodded quickly. "No of course I'll stay." Before she could protest, he already had jumped to start the water, adjusting the temperature to the right setting. "You hop in. I'm just going to grab you towels and something new to change into."

After Keegan left, she stripped down and closed the shower door, letting the water run over her body. She sighed in bliss. Keegan knew exactly what temperature she liked it at. It always struck her as strange how well that man knew her and what she needed so well.

Keegan returned and placed the items on the sink counter. He sat on the closed toilet lid, letting his eyes travel to the fogged-glass doors concealing his best friend. He was grateful that he couldn't see anything more than her silhouette, but that alone was incredible. He decided he needed a distraction.

So he began to sing Lana Del Rey's Born To Die. He couldn't help but smile as he heard Troian join in, harmonizing perfectly with him, despite her previously scratchy throat. Their voices had always blended together beautifully. Her naturally raspy voice had such a complementing quality to his smooth, almost vintage tone.

He loved that they had musical interests in common. They had done a lot of both silly and meaningful duets together over their years of friendship. He wouldn't trade any of those memories for the world.

The shower stopped shortly after their song ended and Troian poked her head out from behind the glass door. "Mind handing me one of those?" she asked teasingly, sounding much more like her usual self, nodding towards the towels.

Keegan tried to ignore the fact that, even though he could only see her bare shoulder, the rest of her body was following the same unclothed pattern. He busied himself with following her request. She wrapped the towel around her before opening the door wider. His hand reached out to assist her from stepping out of the tub.

"How are you feeling now?" Keegan asked tenderly, noticing the way she was using him as a bit of a crutch to keep her upright.

"Much better. I feel like a normal temperature finally." Troian admitted. She was grateful he had suggested it; she really needed to cleanse her body from all of the gross feelings.

"I'll let you get dressed. Let me know when you're finished." he told her, making sure she was standing strongly on her own before letting go.

Keegan waited patiently on the other side of the door until she was ready for him and then he was instantly at her side again. She wrapped an arm around his waist and leaned her weight into him in a hug.

"Want me to carry you?" he asked. Despite the short distance through her apartment, he could tell that even standing for those few minutes in the shower was hard for her.

She nodded shyly and he lifted her with ease again, his hands wrapping beneath her thighs, holding her like a father would hold a small child. She sighed a breath against his collarbone contently, her arms coiled around his neck.

He laid her on her usual side of the bed, sitting on the edge and rubbing her side affectionately as she nuzzled into her body pillow, wrapping herself around it.

"I'm going to grab your ginger ale and bucket. Do you need anything else?" he asked quietly, brushing a stand of fallen hair off her face.

"Will you lay with me?" she murmured, eyes opening and wide with innocence.

He kissed her forehead. "Of course."

Keegan left her alone to grab the stuff from the living room. He stopped in the bathroom to grab a comb and an elastic too, figuring it'd be easier if she had her hair tucked away in case she needed to get sick again.

Troian sat up gratefully when he returned, accepting the ginger ale and taking a few shallow sips before delving into a deeper gulp.

Keegan climbed on the bed next to her, patting between his legs. Smiling, spotting the comb, Troian gladly acquiesced, leaning back into him happily.

"I'm so happy you're here." she told him as he gently combed through her damp locks.

"Me too." he replied honestly, placing the comb next to him as he began braiding her hair.

She hummed in pleasure at the feel of his fingers grazing her scalp like he had done earlier. Sensing her enjoyment of it, Keegan began massaging where his fingers lay, earning him more appreciative noises from the under-the-weather brunette.

Not long after, he noticed that he was putting her to sleep. He gently finished off the braid, having it wrap around her head so it rested over her shoulder and the bump wouldn't disrupt her sleep. It wasn't the neatest thing he had ever done, but it was the best he could do with no prior braiding experience.

Keegan lowered her comfortably into her previous lying position, being careful not to disturb her. Her eyes were closed now and she sighed happily into her body pillow as she burrowed her face into the soft material.

Remembering her request for his presence, Keegan settled next to her, watching her small frame rise and fall with each breath.

To his surprise, Troian rolled over and groped blindly at the air until she hit his chest. She shuffled over, eyes still closed, and nuzzled into him, tangling their legs together.

Keegan mirrored her action as one arm looped around his waist, the other providing a ledge for her face.

"Thanks for taking care of me, Keegs. I really appreciate it, but don't feel like you're obliged to stay."

Keegan kissed her forehead affectionately. "Trust me Troi, there is nowhere else I'd rather be right now."

She smiled and cuddled closer, immediately drifting off to sleep. He found himself falling asleep with her, his hold on her never loosening in the slightest. If he had anything to say about it, he'd never let her go.