Disclaimer: I don't own Misfits. Includes strong language.

Sorry for the wait. The reviews were much appreciated :) And you guys asked for fluffiness, so...

After Shaun dismissed them for the day, the four of them slunk into the locker room and changed. Their new probation worker's odd, couldn't-care-less, flat attitude set them all on edge a little, but thankfully they had other things to occupy their minds with. They stood in the locker room in a small group, the cold tiles and drab grey metal filling them all with a sense of emptiness. A long day of scrubbing at graffiti and litter-picking was not exactly motivating. Simon in particular looked exhausted. Kelly wondered if he had in fact ever stayed up for most of the night ever before in his life. She assumed not by the glazed quality of his eyes. He sat on the floor leaning against his locker as the rest of them gathered, flinching every few moments when his head began to droop.

"What now, then?" Alisha said. "Has anyone even seen Nathan today?"

Curtis shrugged tiredly. "I haven't. He's probably just in bed."

"He's probably finished the food by now, though," Kelly said, smoothing back her hair in the cloudy mirror. "How much money d'ya have? Spent all of mine last night."

"Don't know," Curtis replied. "Couple of quid?"

"Fiver, tops," Alisha put in.

Simon juddered awake as Kelly nudged him with a toe. He blinked up at them owlishly and then pressed both hands over his face. "Six pounds twenty," he mumbled. "Change from last night."

There was a small pause. Then, slowly, the three of them began to fork out the little change they had on them. Alisha took it all up and then held it out to Kelly, one eyebrow twitching slightly.

"Go on, then. He can pay us back some other time."

Kelly took the money slowly, feeling strangely touched by the moment. She offered Alisha a rare honest smile, and Alisha's lips curved upwards in reply. Kelly poured the money from one hand to the other, thinking.

"Right. Okay. Well, you guys go home, I'll take care of it."

"I haven't done anything," Alisha pointed out. "You sure you don't want me to stick around?"

"S'fine. Go ahead."

They left slowly, Simon lagging behind Alisha and Curtis in a daze. Kelly walked the other way, heading for a nearby fish and chip shop. She felt weary herself, but she was determined not to go home until she had checked on him. She had promised, after all. She had shaken him awake as they all trooped downstairs earlier that morning, told him quietly what was going on, but she was certain that he hadn't taken in a word of what she was saying. But a promise was a promise. She collected a large bag of cod and chips, adding a bottle of water as an afterthought, and then trudged back to the community centre. Climbing through the window was easier this time than it had been the night before - perhaps because some daylight still remained, and she didn't have to creep through the centre in the pitch black.

The centre was quiet as she made her way towards the back rooms. Shaun, too, had apparently gone home for the day. She had been petrified at first that he would go wandering around the building and come across Nathan, blowing the whole plan, but he seemed to do little more than sit in his office or stand at the window watching them with a rather bored expression heavy on his face. At least Nathan wouldn't be experiencing any surprise visits any time soon. Kelly's footsteps drummed in the silence, bounced over the walls and echoed back to her eerily. She tried to walk more quietly, but it was like trying not to breathe - as soon as you focussed on it, the task was impossible. Eventually she gave in. There was nobody to see or hear her anyway.

She reached the back rooms and slipped into them quietly. It was dimmer here than the rest of the building; cold evening light slanted across the floor in narrow lines and dark shadows ate up the walls with great sprawling blackness. The polished floor squeaked beneath her trainers as she walked to the stairs, jogged softly up them. The dull, metallic thuds of her footfalls gained no greeting from above, and she frowned. She didn't call out though - she wouldn't scare him if he was asleep. She reached the top of the staircase and looked around, shaking her head smilingly at the rubbish scattered over the floor from their feast the night before. The discarded packets and wrappers gleamed dully on the ground like fallen stars in the dimness. She turned her gaze to Nathan who, sure enough, was lying sprawled on his front, blankets lazily draped over one leg, one hand lying discarded across the floor. The sight of him made her smile. She crossed the small space to put down the fish and chips on a box nearby, then knelt down beside him, unsure of whether to wake him or not. She was still considering the dilemma when she began to notice certain little things about him.

If anything, he looked worse than he had when she had last seen him. His lips were dry, his skin pale, his cheeks hollowed, as before. But now his eyes flinched and roved beneath their lids in a restless, feverish fashion and a gossamer thin sheen of sweat covered his skin. If she listened she could hear his breathing rasping softly in and out of his throat. He had taken off his jacket at some point, which only served to emphasise the thinness of his arms. She reached for his arm, taking a grim note of the coolness of his flesh as she shook him gently.

"Nathan?" she said softly, rubbing her hand up and over his shoulder blade. "Nathan? It's Kelly."

He groaned low in his throat and his eyes fluttered blindly. She inched closer, maintaining contact with his shoulder, still calling him quietly. She would have snorted to see herself act in such a way just a few weeks ago, but so much had changed since then. Back then, she didn't have this persistent ache in her gut that grew stronger whenever she saw him in pain. Back then, she didn't care like she did now. Now, everything was different. He moaned once more, and then finally his eyes opened hazily. It took him a while to focus on her from beneath heavy lids.

"Kelly?" he mumbled.

"Hi," she replied, smiling at him. "Sit up?"

He winced at the thought, shut his eyes tightly. Slowly, moving only when he responded, she helped to pull him upright and leant him back against the railings. He brushed at his face with a trembling hand, huffed a thin, half-hearted snigger. His voice was faint, not quite in touch with reality. Faded.

"When exactly did you become my personal nurse? 'Cos you know, I wouldn't mind a bed bath... if you get my drift..."

She rolled her eyes. "Does ya head ever come outta the gutter?"

"Occasionally. I need to come up for air... every hour or so."

She reached across him to pick up the bag of fish and chips and dumped it between them. He eyed it warily, as if expecting something disgusting to suddenly crawl out of the plastic bag. His lips tightened.

"You're eating it, so don't give me that look," she said firmly, arching an eyebrow.

He hesitated, then reached for the bag. She watched his hands shake violently as he took a bag of chips, began to chew on them cautiously. She took a couple herself, the greasy, salty food offering some comfort after the endless worry that had been sticking through her gut all day. She was waiting. Nathan was quiet now, but he was the sort of person who struggled in keeping anything to himself for a long period of time. Eventually, he would tell her what had happened that had left him like this. Perhaps all she had to do was give him a little push in the right direction.

"So, how're ya feeling?"

He didn't answer. Minutes crawled by in which they ate and listened to a distant dripping coming from somewhere in the community centre.

"I threw up," he said at last, clearly trying to sound nonchalant. "Saw some blood in it too. Funny, really. Finally get my power and it doesn't even fucking work properly. What's up with that?"

He ended on a little high-pitched laugh that sent a pang through her heart. He wasn't looking at her again, as if he was somehow embarrassed. He couldn't truly be thinking that this whole event was going to make her think less of him? Of course he could. Stupid men. She shuffled a little closer, picking another chip.

"Do you want to see a doctor? Go to the hospital?"

"What would we tell them? Hi, I died a few weeks ago and I'm feeling a little peaky. Got any pills for that? Perhaps something in my daily routine is setting it all off? No offence, but that's not the greatest idea you've ever come up with."

"So wot, you just want to sit around and mope until you get better?"

"Was planning on it, yeah."

She sighed heavily. He threw her a glance. "Why? Worrying about me?"

She looked at him, unsmiling. "Of course I am."

He froze for a moment, his eyebrows jumping like caterpillars. Then he grinned again, pushed himself up a little further, pushed his hair out of his face. "Yeah, well," he said. "Steady on Kelly, if you're not careful my-"

"I mean it," she interrupted shortly. "And ya know exactly wot I'm talking about, so ya can stop playing dumb."

He stayed quiet. She smirked at him, amused that he had failed to think of a descent comeback. He glanced at her, and a true smile graced his face for a moment. They sat together and ate more chips. And after a while she couldn't stop herself from thinking about how much she wanted to kiss him. It was so stupid, such an inappropriate idea considering how he must be feeling now. But she couldn't help it. The more she looked at him, the more she found her heart pounding when she came back to earth again. The more she tried to look away from him, the more she felt her gaze drawn back like a magnet to metal. She had missed him so much, been so certain that she would never see him again, and now that she had another chance all she wanted was to be with him, touch him, know him...

The chips were resting in his lap, and his head had fallen back against the railings. His eyes had glazed. If she did kiss him now, she doubted he would even remember it. He barely even blinked when she took the few remaining chips from him, screwed them up, shoved them into their bag. By the time she turned around again, his eyes had slid shut. She moved back over to him and placed her hands on his shoulders. He grunted tiredly.

"We'll see how ya are tomorrow," she said. "If you're still like this, I'm finding a doctor. Nathan?"

His eyes cracked open. "Mm feelin' bet'r," he mumbled.

She smiled. "We'll see," she repeated.

She shifted onto her knees and pulled him away from the railing, eased him back down as carefully as she could. By the time she had laid him down on his back she was certain he was asleep, despite the quiet moan that crept from between his lips. She shuffled away on her knees to retrieve the blankets, spread them over him. Her hands stilled as she smoothed it over his chest, and she hesitated.

It doesn't have to mean anything. Just everything...

She acted before she could convince herself not to. She tasted his lips for one long, sweet moment that made her stomach flutter. She hadn't felt like this in so long, hadn't cared this much about anyone for years. She savoured the feeling just a second longer, that intimacy of skin against skin, the warmth of his presence. Then she straightened quickly and reached for the carrier bag filled with rubbish. She crossed quickly to the stairs, glancing back over her shoulder as she reached them.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she said.

His head rolled towards her. She felt that smile crossing her face once more. Then she shook herself, clawed her way back into the hard, armoured shell that kept her safe from thoughts that snipped and bitched and smirked at her from the eyes of strangers.

Even though those thoughts suddenly didn't seem to matter at all.

Sorry again it took me a while to get this one up. Probs just one or two more chapters to go. Loving the new series! :D

Reviews are welcome.

SUPRNTRAL LVR.