Danielle stood up. "I've got to go. See you in a couple days Ben?" Ben nodded, pulling the blanket around his shoulders, only then feeling the full effects of his illness.

"Good for you," Rowan said after her older colleague had left the room. "But what you're doing now isn't going to work forever."

"I know," Ben replied. "We'll figure something out. And remember, you can't tell anyone. Even Sabrina, Peyton, and Corey."

"I won't," she reassured him. "But eventually her husband is going to find out, and none of this is going to be easy on her." Remembering the scripts she was holding, she held them out. "You need to look these over, by the way."

"When I'm better," he whined, taking out his phone. A tear slid down his cheek and he sighed, composing himself. He dialed his mother.

Italics= Ben, Bold= His mom

"Ben?"

"Hi Mom. Can you pick me up from work?"

"Sure sweetie. Now?"

"Yeah… I'm not feeling well. I kind of threw up on Danielle."

"Poor dear…"

"Me or Danielle?"

"Both of you, I suppose. I'll be there in twenty. Love you."

"Thanks, love you too." As he hung up, Rowan turned to leave. "No!" Ben cried. "Stay and keep me company until my mom comes."

Rowan laughed. "You know you act like you're thirteen years old." She sat down on the chair.

"I feel thirteen," he replied. Paling, he gripped the garbage can. His TV daughter rubbed his back and went to the mini fridge. He finished, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and stretched out on the couch. Rowan returned to the couch and put an icepack on his forehead.

"Get some sleep. I'll be here and I'll wake you up when your mom gets here." He nodded, yawning. She settled into the chair and opened up Instagram on her phone.

Fifteen minutes later there was a knock on the door, and Rowan opened it to find Jo Savage. "Hi Mrs. Savage," she said.

"Hello Rowan," Jo replied, smiling. "How's Ben?"

"He's still not feeling that great. Danielle took care of him for a little while but then she had to leave, so I've been keeping him company." Rowan turned to Ben, gently shaking his shoulder. "Ben! Your mom's here!"

The actor stirred. "Mom?" he said groggily. Jo sat on the end of the couch.

"How are you feeling, sweetie?" she asked.

"Icky," Ben mumbled, sitting up. He pulled the blanket around his shoulders and wobbled as he tried to stand. Rowan grabbed his elbow, steadying him. She handed Jo the scripts.

"The producer wants him to look these over. See you in a few days Ben?"

He nodded, grabbing the bin and leaning on his mother as they walked out. Once they were in the car, Jo turned to her son. "How was your day, dear? Apart from getting sick?"

Ben smiled. "It was good." Really good, he thought to himself.

"Well you seem happier. Did you work out whatever was bothering you?" Over the past week, she had noticed that he seemed depressed in a way.

"Yeah." But he knew that however great he felt right now, his guilty conscience would eventually get to him.

Meanwhile, Danielle was at home getting ready to go out to dinner with her husband. She paced their bedroom, looking for the perfect outfit. Ben would like this one, she mused, pulling out a black dress. But I'm not going out with Ben. She sighed, finally deciding on a blue blouse and a black skirt. As she began to apply her makeup, her phone buzzed.

Hey babe. Want to meet at the restaurant at 8? -Tim

Danielle glanced up at the clock on the wall. Sure, she typed, hands shaking. I'll see you there.

"Oh, what am I going to do?" she asked her dog, who was sitting on the bed. "I'm going to be all jittery when I see him, and he'll know something's up." The dog stared at her, cocking its head. Danielle sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Wait a second! I'm an actress. Surely I can pull this off."

A few hours later, she pulled up at the restaurant. Her husband was sitting at a table in the back corner. He looked up and smiled, motioning for her to join him. She pulled out the chair across from his and sat down.

"Hey honey," She said, kissing his cheek.

"How was your day?" He asked. Danielle bit her lip.

"It was okay," she replied. Tim nodded.

"Anything interesting happen?" A lot of interesting things happened, she thought. I just can't tell you all of them.

"I got thrown up on," she said. Her husband raised his eyebrows.

"By who?"

"Ben," Danielle replied. "He wasn't feeling well, so Rowan and I took care of him for a little while." Which was mostly true, she reasoned.

"Oh," Tim said. Somehow, he didn't feel right about the situation. He didn't like that Danielle had taken care of Ben. He'd always felt a little jealous of him. Suddenly, the waiter came over to the table.

"What would you two lovebirds like to drink this evening?"

"Some wine would be lovely," Danielle muttered. Tim nodded in agreement.

"We'll have the red wine please." The waiter smiled and walked away, leaving the couple in awkward silence.

"So… how was your day?" she asked.

"It was… good."

"Good." Her phone buzzed in her purse. Smiling nervously, she pulled it out.

Hey could you come over tomorrow? -Ben

She paled, taking a sip of water. "What's wrong?" Tim asked.

"Nothing," Danielle reassured her husband. "I'm just going to go to the ladies' room." She stood up, heading to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, she entered a stall and sat down on the toilet and turned back to her phone.

Sure, she typed. We need to talk, don't we?

A minute later, a reply came. Yeah… -Ben

Yeah -Danielle

I love you -Ben. She smiled.

I love you too. 3

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated sooner! Fanfiction isn't the only thing I write. I'm currently working on a novel. Thank you for 21 reviews on the first chapter, even though some were a little hateful. I'm grateful for any reviews at all. As soon as I post this, I'll go work on Boy Meets Sick Day.