Author's Note: This one is meant to imply DaGF and not DaGR.

Miss Me?

"Well, everything is in perfect order," the physician smiled while neatening a stack of medical records. "You had us worried there for a while, my boy, but now you're going to be just fine."

Dib returned the smile threefold. It was only now that he felt fully relieved of the heavy anxiety that had burdened him for nearly a week.

"He's completely free to go?" Professor Membrane asked to be certain.

"He certainly is," the doctor nodded, and eyed his former patient again. "I bet you're glad to be done with all of this at last, eh?"

"I sure am!" Dib answered with renewed vitality. He slid his hands down his sides to feel his beloved trench coat about him. It was comforting to wear his own clothes again.

"And if you have any more questions," the doctor offered to Membrane, "don't hesitate to call."

"Of course. Thank you, Doctor," Membrane answered, and then turned to his child. "Well, son, looks like we're going home!"

"I'm glad you're okay, son," the professor said cheerfully as he drove Dib home. "I rarely was able to get any work done this week, worried as I was."

"I haven't even told Gaz you were coming home," he continued. "I just said I was going to visit you. Won't she be surprised?"

"Yeah," Dib's face fell a little. Surprised? Yes. Pleasantly? He wasn't so sure.

Arriving home, the boy headed up the sidewalk to the door with a quite a bounce in his step. He had so longed to be home. Spending almost a week in the hospital with a serious condition had only been made worse by the fact that he couldn't be in familiar surroundings during his stay.

"Hi, Gaz! Guess who?" he called out as he walked in with his dad following. As Dib expected, he found his sister sitting on the couch and immersed in her Gameslave. She jerked her head up with widened eyes, but just as quickly looked back down.

"Oh…you're home."

"Well, I'll leave you two to enjoy each other's company," Membrane said contently and strode off to his laboratory.

Dib only stood in silence for a moment, waiting in case Gaz had anything else to say about his return. When she only continued to play her game, he shifted his weight from foot to foot. "So…I'm back for good. Don't have to go back for any follow-ups or anything…I'm gonna be okay…"

Gaz did not even acknowledge that he had spoken, so Dib decided he would be heading off to his room. It was then that he noticed for the first time the blue shirt and black pants she was wearing.

"Gaz…are those my clothes?"

Her eyes darted up to his in surprise. "Uh—Uh…what?"

"My clothes," he pointed. "Isn't that one of my outfits?"

Gaz looked down at herself nervously. "Oh, yeah, that. All my clothes were dirty."

"And one of my trench coats?" He noted the garment worn over the shirt.

"It's…cold in here." Her eyes began to wander uncertainly.

Dib raised an eyebrow, but decided to leave things be, and started to his room. But as he set foot in the upstairs hall, he heard the rapid thumping of feet on stairs behind him.

"Dib—don't go in there yet!" Gaz called out, rushing past him. "I have to—do something." She hurried into his bedroom, and returned with a pink pillow. She crossed the hall to enter her room, but stopped when she saw the bewildered look on her brother's face.

"What?" she demanded, rather defensively.

"Gaz…" he asked, "…have you been…sleeping in my room?"

His sister was frozen in place, almost speechless. "I—I—I—No—I—" She gave up on her struggle for an explanation and opened her door. Looking away from him, she muttered, "I made the bed up afterwards."

As she slammed her door behind her, Dib couldn't help but crack a smile at all he had just seen. He walked over and entered his own room feeling the best he had felt all day. Carefree, he lay down atop his bed to relax, but slightly bumped his head on the hard object he had noticed sitting on his pillow. He sat up and looked at it, but blinked in shock when he realized what it was. A can of soda. A full, unopened can of soda. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed that it was still attached to an otherwise empty six-pack of plastic rings.

A wave of pure happiness washed over Dib as he opened the soda and took a swig. It was good to be home.