WG: Well, Pugs, it's after midnight and I can't sleep. You know what THAT means!
Puggsy: *sarcastically* We can't feed the Mogwais?
WG: Ha ha... Lets get started on one of the requests, shall we?
Puggsy: (starts a pot of coffee) Why not? ...we've only got, what, 94 more of these things to write...
Disclaimer: WG owns herself and her own OC, and Pugsy is owned by Ruby-Spears.
Note: Not including that incident in Chapter 7, these ideas will mostly include typical fluffs about one of us being hurt, sick, scared, sleep-deprived... basically anything. They will NOT include romance, death, or swearing (though considering we broke that last rule a few times already, I don't think it applies... but the other two do- especially the romance one. ...never again...)
[On with it, before the girl goes into shock]
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Setting: After the MIF trilogy.
It had been a rainy Friday around the studios that week, thunder rumbling and lightening flashing... Stalker standing up on the roof of the building with a metal-antenna, hoping to get struck as- for some reason- getting struck by electricity gave her a charge... which makes sense, since she can conduct electricity...
But, this isn't about the she-wolf's electrifying habit.
It was about WG's habit- riding her bike around in the rain.
Possibly one of the oddest things about her, the girl couldn't resist walking or riding around in the pouring rain, rushing through puddles, allowing her jacket to get soaked as she road through the raindrops, listening to the rolling thunder and watching the lightening flash. She wasn't scared of getting struck- she was too relaxed in the stormy weather.
And did she need to relax! It had been hot all week, she had been busy with her job, and hardly got a chance to ride around on her bike. She finally managed to get the day off, just in time for the storm to come in... and she couldn't resist riding through it.
Once the rain started to lighten up, she went back to the apartment building, putting away her bike and shaking her legs, so not to track in too much water as she entered the building. "Enjoy your ride?" FF2 asked her, passing by.
"You know it," WG said, though sounded a bit nasally.
"I wish you wouldn't ride around in the rain, WG, you might catch a cold," Tracker said to her, noticing her sniffle.
"Hey, a little cold never hurt anyone."
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5 hours later...
"Dehydration mixed with a cold, however, is a little more serious." Storm said as WG lied down on the couch, feeling quite miserable.
Two hours ago, the authoress started to feel ill. She didn't have an appetite, her stomach was hurting, and within moments she ran to the bathroom, dry-heaving. Concerned, FF2 called in Storm to examine her. "Oh, WG, I warned you last summer about this!" Tracker said worriedly. "Dehydration isn't a laughing matter, hon- especially if you've been out in the heat!"
"Yeah, I thought you were cutting down on the sodas and drinking more water!" FF2 added.
"I was... but things got a little hectic during the summer and... I just forgot," WG replied weakly, sniffling a bit. "...though, I figured being out in the rain would add a little hydration..."
"Yeah, but it was pretty humid during that storm," Tracker said.
"I want you to lie down for the next two days, and drink plenty of water," Storm advised. "And try to eat something, too, that'll help."
WG only nodded, curling up on the couch.
FF2 rubbed her back. "Take it easy now, sweetie." he said soothingly to her. "I'll go pick up my PS3 and a couple videogames, that way you won't be too bored."
"...okay."
"I'll go tell Joe and Ken you won't be able to come in tomorrow, either." Tracker said- the three authors had jobs of co-producers, making new episodes for the show.
She only nodded once more.
"We'll be back," FF2 said, bending over and giving her a kiss on the head, walking out with Tracker.
WG coughed. Ten minutes passed, and she wanted to just sleep off her illness. But the dry-heaving had left a pain in her chest and back, making it hard for her to get comfortable. She tried sitting up so she could grab the TV remote, groaning a bit as she reached over...
The door swung open just then. "Hey, WG, would you tell Stalker to-" Puggsy was stating on the way in.
WG gasped a bit, stumbling, her hand resting on the floor and holding her up so not to fall off the couch.
Puggsy stopped in his tracks. "Whoa... are you alright?"
"I'm fine," WG said with a cough, slowly lying back down. "What do you need?"
"Um, Stalker got struck by lightening, and is rubbing her feet around the carpet and shockifying everyone..."
"Go tell Silver... he can get her to stop,"
Puggsy walked over. "What's up with you? You get sick from the rain or something?"
"A little... it's nothing bad, tho-" WG paused a beat, quickly grabbing a bucket that sat next to her, gagging and dry-heaving.
Puggsy cringed, a little disgusted. "You sure? It sounds serious to me,"
WG breathed. "Just... a little dry-heav-" she gagged again, trying to vomit out something- anything- but only spit came out. She gasped a bit, breathing hard, slowly lying back down, wincing as the pain in her abdomen increased.
Puggsy grabbed a bottle of water sitting on the coffee-table, handing it to her. "Here... you sound pretty dried-out. Heat get to ya?"
"Pretty much," WG took small sips, then reached to put the bottle back on the coffee-table, which was a couple inches out of her reach.
Puggsy grabbed the edges of the table, moving it closer to the couch so she could reach better.
"Thank you."
"So... where's FF2?" Puggsy asked, knowing the co-author was always around tending to WG in moments like this.
"He went to get his PS3... and some videogames... so I wouldn't get bored over the next couple days..."
Puggsy nodded. "So, you're missing work, huh? Lucky you,"
WG held her ribs- she didn't feel so lucky.
"So, um... you want me to get you anything?"
"No... I'll be fine. I've been sick like this before... it's no big deal..." She sneezed, covering her mouth quick with a tissue.
"You've been dehydratified before? That's not very healthy, WG..."
"Heh, you sound like Tracker... yeah, it was last summer. The heat was intense, and I was so busy that I hardly thought about my health, just drinking soda in order to have enough energy for the day... I tried drinking more water this summer, but... I guess I wasn't drinking enough. ...I'll be fine, though. You can go if you want,"
"Are you sure you'll be fine on your own?"
"Yeah... not the first time I've been sick alone... after all, I live in my own place..."
Then why am I not convinced? Puggsy thought.
WG slowly stood up just then, walking sluggishly towards the bathroom. "I'll be right back..."
Puggsy sat down on the couch, thinking about his friend's health. She was pretty independent, he knew, and wouldn't want him to stick around... heck, he didn't even want to stick around anyway- he could get sick with her cold!
But, for some reason, seeing her in a vulnerable state (though he wouldn't use that term out loud for the sake of his life), he felt sympathetic. He hated it when she neglected her health too- it wasn't the first time. Once she neglected her sleep, and could hardly stay awake during the day; another time she missed breakfast, lunch, and dinner, her stomach cramping the next morning until she finally ate something.
And now she was dehydrated and suffering from a cold. He didn't know whether she did it on purpose, or if she was so distracted in her own hobbies that it just happened, as if it were God's way of telling her to keep her health in-check first, before doing anything crazy.
*Thud!*
Puggsy stood up quick, hearing something fall in the bathroom. "Wherever Girl?" he called, walking over, stopping at the door, knocking. "Are you alright?"
"I'm..." WG moaned... though there was a gag again, and this time it sounded more wet.
Puggsy opened the door a crack, peeking in just to make sure she was decent... opening it wider when he saw she was lying on the floor, the water she had sipped earlier spewed out over the floor. "Yech... and you said you went through this before?!"
WG only groaned softly, her head lying down on one arm, as if she didn't mind the fact that she was lying on the now-slimy floor, and Puggsy had just walked in on her. Thankfully, she was decent- she must have fallen after she was done.
Puggsy grabbed a towel off a nearby rack, slipping it under her arm and head, while stretching it out to soak up the rest of the up-chucked water. He then helped her stand up, wrapping one of his arms around her abdomen while the other held on to her hand as he wrapped one of her arms over his shoulders. "Alright, c'mon... lets get you back on the couch,"
WG winced, trying to hold in a moan, though a small hiss of pain escaped.
"What's wrong?"
"M... My chest really hurts..." she admitted.
"Okay... hold on..." he lied her down on the couch, propping a pillow behind her to help make her more comfortable. He then handed her the bottle of water again. "Here, rinse out your mouth,"
WG did so, spitting into the bucket beside her, then lying back down, turning on her side, curling up into a ball. Puggsy reached over and grabbed a light blanket, draping it around her, then rubbed her shoulder, slipping his hand towards her upper-back, hoping it would help ease the pain in her abdomen. She sighed softly, stretching her legs out a bit, moving them to the right and giving him enough room to sit down.
Once his brain processed his actions, Puggsy wondered what had gotten into him. Considering WG had caused him quite a bit of pain over the years, why would he do the favor of helping ease hers?
Something inside him had ignored this fact, leading him to tend to her... Maybe seeing her so ill helped him forget her past actions- as calm as she was right now, it was hard to picture her as the hyperactive, smart-mouthed girl he deemed her to be. Perhaps that was it- since she hadn't made a smart remark or insulted him yet, he would show a little mercy of his own.
As he watched her, another theory sprang to mind- maybe she liked his company, as she seemed to relax the moment he started to help her out, and in the result, he grew to tolerate hers.
Whatever. As long as she's not coming at me with a machete or drawing humiliating fan-art of me, I'll deal with it, Puggsy thought.
"How do you feel now?" he asked her.
"...better..." WG sighed in response.
He nodded, watching as she was starting to drift to sleep, and figured this would be a good time for him to slip out and let her get some rest...
"Pugs...?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you sing 'Soft Kitty'?"
Puggsy froze, arching an eyebrow. "Sing... what?"
"The 'Soft Kitty' song... off The Big Bang Theory?"
Puggsy rubbed his face- somehow, he figured the girl was recovering quick, proving it by messing with him. "I don't know the words-"
"Like this. ...Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur... happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr... Now you try,"
He only sat there with a deadpanned expression. "I don't think so..."
"Please? It'll help me feel better..."
He looked at her, with the same expression. "Are you saying that to feel better, or to just laugh?"
WG gave a weak shrug. "Well... laughter is the best medicine..."
Puggsy scowled a bit, ready to stand up and leave.
WG held his hand- it felt cold in his grip. "...please?"
This girl owes me SO much... Puggsy thought bitterly, then muttered something under his breath. "Fine..." he said at last, took a deep breath, prayed quietly that no one would walk in on him, then did the favor. "Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur..." he paused, looking at WG, feeling her thumb caressing the top of his hand- so far, she wasn't laughing. "Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr."
WG sighed, giving a light chuckle, then her head tilted, as she drifted to sleep.
About time. Puggsy thought, sighing bitterly. He stood up, looking down at her once more...
She seemed better than she was minutes before, no longer looking miserable. He smiled a bit, rubbing her head, hearing her give another soft sigh as she curled up in her sleep, comfortably. He shook his head, chuckling a bit. What would you do without me? he wished he could comment to her.
The door opened, and FF2 walked in, carrying his PS3 and a few games. Puggsy shushed him, making the co-author pause a beat, tip-toeing across the room. "When did you get here?" he asked in a whisper.
"A few minutes ago." Puggsy whispered back.
FF2 walked over, sitting on the couch, watching WG sleep. "How is she?"
Puggsy shrugged. "Better than before, I could guess. She managed to get to sleep, at least. ...Better keep an eye on her, 'til she's back to herself- then head for the hills, heh heh."
FF2 rolled his eyes, staying beside WG, while Puggsy left.
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Two Days Later...
"I hate that girl..." Puggsy sniffled. Apparently, he ended up catching WG's cold, and was lying in the couch, coughing a bit, too tired to move.
"Oh, relax, it's just a cold," Brielle told him, tussling his hair as she handed him a glass of orange-juice. "I'll run to the store and pick you up some soup. ...Oh, and if Kiff comes back before I do, tell him to stop copying Stalker's static-electricity trick- the carpets are starting to look like they have Pikachu inside them!"
Puggsy only nodded, watching his wife leave, and he lied back. He tried reaching over to the table to set his glass down, but it was out of reach, and he let out an irritated sigh...
A portal opened, and a pair of hands pushed the coffee-table closer to him. Out of the portal stepped WG, smiling softly. "Hey... heard you got sick," she said. "Sorry,"
Puggsy shrugged. "It's alright... 'least I'm not as bad as you were..."
WG scoffed. "I've seen how men act with colds- you're no different than I was," she sat down beside him, rubbing his head. "Thanks anyway for helping me out,"
"Eh... no problem..."
"Want me to do anything for you?"
"I think Brielle will take care of me... though, there is one thing..."
"What's that?"
Puggsy gave a small grin. "Will you sing 'Soft Kitty'?"
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Puggsy: Hands up- who all voted for this just to hear us sing 'Soft Kitty'?
*several hands shoot up like rockets*
WG: Should've known. *eye-roll*
Please review, but don't flame...
[...especially since we're going to have that song stuck in our heads for the rest of our lives...]