A/N: Sooo, guys, I just realized that I never told you what time of the year it is, and when Lacey's born so; it's Christmas eve. and Lacey's almost a year old, she turns 1 on the 30th of December, my birthday :) also, it's almost Christmas, so it's really cold, and Little Miss Lacey is sick :( so I hope you enjoy it :)

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I know I promised you guys I'd do shout outs, and I'm sorry, but I'm on my phone, so it's hard, and I promise I'll do them next time, k?

Chapter 6: Not Well

"Carlooooos!" James whined; he was covered in Lacey's vomit, and was trying to hush the sobbing almost-one-year-old to sleep, it was 7.00 on Christmas Eve, and he, Carlos, and Logan were in charge of taking care of Lacey while Jo and Kendall were out on a date and Mrs Knight was Christmas shopping with Katie. Lacey was refusing to eat, and had just spit up her the boys' last attempt at feeding her all over James' shoulder.

"What time is Kendall coming home?" Carlos pulled his phone from his pocket, glanced at it and called to James from his position at the sink,

"Not for another hour," James groaned, rocking the baby in his arms as she continued to sob.

"Curse him, and Jo and their stupid date night!"

"Oh, come on James!" Logan said, looking up from his medical magazine "They haven't had a night to just to themselves since Lacey was born! They need a break, and seriously, it can't be that hard to get her to sleep," Logan got up and approached his friend.

"You do it, then!" James said irritably, passing Lacey to Logan and storming into the bathroom. Lacey sobbed in Logan's arms, and he held her against his chest, making 'Shh' noises to calm her down.

"Shh, shh, Lacey baby, to gotta get some sleep, princess. Shh, shh, can you be a good girl and sleep for Uncle Logan.

"Do what Kendall does," Carlos suggested.

"What does Kendall do?" Logan asked in desperation as Lacey beat her tiny fists in anguish.

"Well, he holds her in his arms and sings to her ,"

"Sings to her?" Logan asked "are you sure?"

"Yeah," Carlos nodded excitedly.

"Oh, well, worth a shot,"Logan shrugged, looking down at Lacey, who was sobbing quietly. He took a deep breath,

"Cause you're not alone girl, I'll be there to hold ya,"

"No, no!" Carlos interrupted as Lacey continued to cry "You gotta sing Cover Girl like Kendall does," he made his way over to stand behind Logan and look down at Lacey

"You've got a heart of gold," he sang gently "a perfect original,"

"Wish you would stop being so hard on yourself for a while," Logan chimed in, the notes rolling off his tongue as he looked down at Lacey, whose eyes were beginning to from "And when I see that face, I'd try a thousand ways,"

"I would do anything to make you smile," James held the note as he came out of the bathroom, resigning his voice to a gentle hum so as not to wake Lacey. "Cause you're my cover, cover girl, I think you're a superstar, yeah you are, why don't you know? Yeah you're so pretty, that it hurts, it's what's underneath your skin, the beauty that shines within, you're the only one that rocks my world, my cover girl." they finished, and Logan looked down at Lacey, who gave an enormous yawn as he placed a gentle hand on her forehead, drawing back immediately, however, and turning to James and Carlos,

"She's burning up!" he hissed.

"What?" James squeaked.

"But, it's freezing outside!" Carlos gestured out the window to where the icy wind was whipping the palm trees and making ripples on the surface of the deserted pool.

"Yes," Logan said quickly "but it's too hot in here!"

"Oh," James smirked, moving towards the door.

"Not you, James!" Logan snapped, his voice panicky, and a small smile playing on his lips "Just turn the heat down!" he opened up the first few buttons of Lacey's shirt, handing her off to Carlos and grabbing a washcloth from Kendall's bathroom. He ran cool water over it at the sink, and wrung it out before heading back to Carlos. "Here, baby," he said gently, taking the baby from Carlos and gently laying the cloth on Lacey's forehead "We've gotta bring her fever down,"

Lacey had awoken again, and was now whimpering, blinking her teary eyes up at Logan, she let out a few short, high pitched coughs, and Logan instinctively put her over his shoulder, rubbing her back gently as she continued to cough. Suddenly, she began to retch, and be felt a warm sensation dribble onto his shoulder and down his back; Lacey was vomiting again. Logan inhaled sharply, trying desperately not to dry reach as he handed Lacey to James. "I'm never having kids!" he announced as went to the bathroom, shuddering as he did so.

"Aw, come on, Logan!" James called "Where are you going?"

"To wash the puke off my shoulder!" Logan jabbed at his shoulder with his hand, shuddering again and ducking back into the bathroom.

"Ya know," James said to Carlos "for a wannabe doctor, he's a bit of a germ freak," Carlos chuckled,

"Yeah, uh, James?" James looked down, just in time to see more vomit dribble from Lacey's mouth and onto his arm as she continued to cry and cough, resulting in more vomit.

"Aw, man!" James exclaimed, handing the baby to Carlos "Hold her for a sec,"

"Don't bother cleaning up," Carlos said over Lacey's screams "she'll just do it again!"

"I'm not," James replied loudly, searching around the living room "I'm trying to. Find. The. Washcloth!" each word was punctuated as James frantically threw pillows over his shoulder "Ah hah!" he exclaimed as he retrieved the damp cloth from under the couch and rinsed it.

"Aw!" Carlos yelled in frustration as another gagging noise could be heard from the living room, "James, would ya hurry up with that cloth?!" James wrung out the cloth, and made his way over to Carlos, sidestepping his friend's grasp.

"It's not for you," James said, taking the Lacey from him and putting the cloth on her forehead as she resigned herself to little whimpers.

"Ok," Carlos said, taking Lacey back "but how do we stop her from-" he was cut off as he received another glob of vomit in the face from Lacey "that!" he snapped, wiping his eyes as James began to chuckle.

"Don't you dare!" Carlos demanded, and James tried to pull a straight face.

"Yes, sir!" he saluted, and Carlos couldn't help but laugh.

"Ugh," Carlos groaned as Lacey vomited on him yet again "Seriously?"

"She won't stop! She must be really sick!" James cried, wiping some of the puke from Carlos' shirt and wiping it on his pants. "Maybe we should just call Kendall-"

"No," Logan sighed , coming out of the bathroom "he's having a date night, we can't pester him."

"Yeah," Carlos put in, nodding "besides, we got this,"

"Exactly," Logan nodded "We just gotta get her to stop puking," he took Lacey from Carlos, holding her over his shoulder and rubbing her back to try and calm down her vomiting. "There should be some medicine in our bathroom, James, go get it?" Logan asked as Lacey dribbled another bit of vomit down his back.

"Some way to spend Christmas, huh?" Carlos said, sidestepping Logan to avoid being near the vomit that was on his back.

"Yeah," Logan replied, rubbing Lacey's back again as she began to gag and hiccup "I wonder if Jo and Kendall are having fun,"

"Well, they don't have to deal with that," Carlos cringed as Lacey threw up again on Logan's shoulder. "so they're probably having a great time." James appeared at that moment, medicine in hand.

"Uh, Logan?" James asked as he and Carlos tried to decipher the chart on the side of the box "How much do we give her?"

"Give it here," Logan said, shifting Lacey to one arm and grabbing the box. "Oh, this isn't the right stuff," he looked up at James, who shrugged.

"It was all you had," he said "except for a few tablets."

"Yeah," Logan muttered, thinking "this'll be too strong for her, we need something weaker," he trailed off as he looked down at Lacey who was whimpering, and had begun to sweat.

"Well, what do we do?" Carlos asked, his voice rising as he watched Lacey get hotter and hotter.

"Call Mama Knight?" James suggested.

"She's Christmas shopping with Katie," Logan said. "she won't be home in time,"

"Well, we can't just wait for her!" Carlos cried as Lacey continued to vomit. "We gotta do something

"I know, Carlos," Logan said gently "we should check her temperature before we do anything." Carlos nodded,

"Ok, where's the temperature thingy?" he asked, looking around desperately.

"It's called a thermometer," Logan reminded him "and it's in the medicine cabinet in Mama Knight's bathroom," Lacey continued to cry and writhe in Logan's arms, and he stroked her head in a useless attempt to calm her down.

"Carlos! Hurry up!" Logan called, trying to keep Lacey still as Carlos appeared with the thermometer.

"So, where do we put this thing?" he asked, turning the long object in his hands as Logan scoffed,

"You're almost 20 years old, and you don't know how to use a thermometer?" he asked, taking the device from Carlos.

"I'm not the one who wants to be a doctor," Logan ignored Carlos' comment, and tried to put the thermometer in Lacey's mouth,

"Come on, Lacey baby," he cooed "this'll make you feel better," Eventually he got the thermometer into Lacey's mouth, and managed to get a reading, "105.9," Logan read out quietly, looking up at Carlos and James "Call Kendall,"

A/N: Yay! Finally a long chapter! WHOO HOO! :D now, i'm sorry for any mistakes in this chapter, because it's massive and I can't really be bothered going through it. Also, it says, Lacey's fever's 105.9, now according to my research that means she's sick, but I have no clue since America works in Fahrenheit, and Australia works in Celsius, so sorry if the conversion or number is totally out :)