AN: So, someone asked me about Noah's siblings. They asked me where they were and why we haven't heard from them since he has eight. . . Eight?! I will be totally honest when I say that I had no idea he had eight siblings. I read a fic once where they said he had eight siblings but I personally don't remember him ever saying that. I believe you all, but I just had no idea. And even if I did know, for the purpose of the story, they probably would be in here anyway. So lets just say they're all older than him and are moved out? Maybe Noah is the youngest? I don't know, I am kind of winging it from here.

Thanks Irk Splee for the review that you left for chapter 1. Sorry I didn't mention you last chapter. Irk Splee has written some TD fics (mostly Mike and Zoey) and they're really good, so please go take a look!

Guest reviewer: I hope that my AN clears up why Noah's EIGHT siblings (still can't get over that) aren't in this! But thanks! I am glad you like the way I write the characters. That's always a huge issue with me.

Craneeum: I totally agree with you! People need to write about Noah and Owen more!

Cra-Cat-Izz: Thanks so much! That is so sweet for you to say! I am glad you like the way I write the characters. And I hope you feel better!

On with it!

Owen got home and frantically looked in his medicine cabinet. "Owen?" He heard his mom call him. "Hon, what are you doing?" She entered the bathroom looking highly confused.

"Mom, I need something for Noah," he explained quickly, not wanting to leave Noah alone too long.

"In the medicine cabinet?" she questioned.

"He's sick," he explained. He looked down. "And I don't know what to do."

His mom smiled and went over to her son. "This boy seems to mean a lot to you."

"He's my friend," Owen said matter-of-factly. Probably even my best friend. He's one of the only ones that didn't become friends with me just so they could use me."

His mom sighed. "You look like a lost puppy in here. Let me help you. What are his symptoms?"

Owen thought about it. "Well he's throwing up, that's for sure. Uh. . . He has been coughing, though it's not too bad. He has a fever-"

"Say no more," his mom stopped him. "I can help you gather all the things he will need."

Noah was laying on his couch when he heard scratching at the door. He was confused until he heard the familiar whimpering. Of course! He forgot all about Calleigh! ((Sorry if she has another official name that I don't know)) He slowly got to his feet and made his way to the door. He had let his Golden Lab out to play a little while ago, but she sometimes runs around outside for almost a full 24-hours.

Calleigh came into the house excitedly, but her tail drooped when she saw Noah. She whimpered and nuzzled Noah's hand with her wet nose. She always was protective over Noah, especially when he was sick.

Noah shut the door and turned to walk toward the couch, Calleigh being right behind him. He stopped suddenly when he began to feel dizzy. He went up to the wall and leaned against it, putting his head in his hands. He heard faint muffled noises coming from the house and he could vaguely hear his dog beside him whimpering. He closed his eyes, and fell to the floor.

((I was thinking of leaving it off here, but there are definitely not enough words yet))

Owen headed back to his Noah's house. He had taken a little bit longer than usual because he swung by the store to pick up some things his mom suggested for Noah. Most of it was food and drinks that he should be able to keep down.

Owen walked up to the house and was greeted by the sound of scratching on the door from the inside of the house and a lot of whimpering.

"Do you want outside, Calleigh?" Owen asked, shiffting the bags in his arms so he could open the door. He knew Calleigh was a huge whiner when it came to wanting in or out, and Noah was probably just sleeping. He opened the door, but Calleigh didn't run outside excitedly like she always did. She just looked up at Owen and barked and whined.

"What is it girl?" Owen asked her. Calleigh gently took Owen's shirt in her mouth, and began to pull, leading him the way. Calleigh was a smart dog. Probably because Noah was her owner. Owen set the grocery bags down carefully on the floor, and let himself be led by the golden lab.

Calleigh suddenly stopped and so did Owen. He looked past the dog and saw what she was making such a big deal over. Noah was sprawled out on the floor, completely out. He was sweating even more now, his dark hair was damp and stuck to his forehead. His tan skin was even more pale than earlier. The most color on his face were on his cheeks where they were flushed with fever. His breaths were faster than usual, but he was at least still breathing.

"Noah!" Owen seemed to unfreeze and ran over to the smaller teen. He got down on his knees. "Noah," he whispered. He gently shook the teen, but the only response he got was a small noise. But it at least was a response.

Owen had half a mind to take Noah to the hospital. It would be easy. All he would have to do is call his own mom and dad and tell them Noah needed a ride to the hospital. They would be more than happy to help. Owen's parents were nice too all of his friends, especially Noah because he has always been there for Owen when he was alone. But, no. A hospital was out of the question. Noah hated hospitals-he was terrified of them.

Owen gently scooped Noah into his arms. Was he going crazy, or was Noah a little lighter than usual? No, he hasn't been sick that long. Owen shrugged to himself and gently laid him back down on the couch. He pulled the thin blanket over him and went to retrive the bags.

Luckily his mom told him what to do, and the medicine bottles had instructions, because Owen had never done anything like this before. He never had to take care of someone who was sick, it was always the other way around.

Owen stopped when he remembered Noah talking about all of his allergies. Giving him medication without knowing what they were, would probably be a bad idea.

"Noah?" Owen asked softly, as he gently shook him. "Noah." The boy still didn't respond and Owen heard Calleigh whimper in the background. "Noah," Owen spoke a little more loudly. "NOAH!"

Noah jerked awake and sat up. He looked up at Owen, his tired brain clearly trying to process what was going on. He rubbed his eyes with the tips of his fingers and sighed. "Owen?"

"Hey, dude," Owen greeted. "You passed out."

Noah's facial expression changed. He went from confused, to embarrassed and a little irriated. "Sorry," he mumbled out. "Calleigh wanted inside."

Owen was surprised. "Don't apologize, it's not your fault. She's super annoying when she wants inside." Noah just nodded. "Are you okay?" Owen asked.

"Yeah, I'm just barely keeping my eyes open right now," he admitted.

"I didn't want to have to wake you," Owen told him. "But you really need to take something and I don't know what you're allergic to. You told Chris in TDI that you had life-threatening allergies and I didn't know if any of these happened to be one of them."

Noah looked at Owen in surprise. "You thought about my allergies?" Owen nodded. "Wow, my own mother doesn't think about my allergies. Thanks."

"No problem!" Owen said happily. "I like to remember stuff about people! So are you?"

Noah still tired was confused. He yawned. "Am I what?"

"Allergic to any medicine?"

Noah thought about it and shook his head. "No, I really don't think so." He closed his eyes.

"Don't fall asleep yet," Owen ordered gently. He pulled out a pill bottle and handed him two pills. "These should help with your fever," he explained. He got up and quickly returned with a glass of water. He handed both the pills and glass to Noah, who quickly took the pills and took a small, hesitant sip of water. He closed his eyes again, waiting for another interuption but none came. He was out in a matter of seconds.

Owen watched Noah sleep. His mom told him that his biggest concern should be Noah's fever, so he figured every thing else could wait to be taken since Noah was so tired anyway. Calleigh came up to Owen and rubbed her wet nose against him. Owen let out a small laugh. Calleigh was the sweetest dog he knew. He could see why Noah loved her so much. She began to whine again.

"I know girl, but he'll be okay," he said softly. "We all get sick sometimes."

Calleigh continued to whine. "What is it?" Owen asked. She got up and began to walk and Owen followed her, knowing she was trying to show him something. She stopped at and empty food bowl.

"Oh! You want me to feed you?" Owen clarified. "Well why didn't you just say so?" If dogs could give dirty looks, Calleigh just gave Owen a big one. He laughed. "Alright, alright, where's your food?" She looked over at a pantry. Owen opened it, and sure enough there was a big bag of dog food.

"Score!" He said happily. "Thanks girl!" He poured her food and she happily ate.

"Looks like Noah isn't the only one I'm going to have to take care of," Owen said, watching Calleigh devour her food.

So, what did you think? I know it's probably not as good as my other chapters, but I was kind of in a hurry to post this. I know everyone has been waiting for this for a long while. School starts in a few days so I am waiting for that to happen. I don't know how much I will be able to post after that.

I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT MY FMA FIC! I DO PLAN ON FINISHING IT! I JUST DON'T KNOW WHEN! Sorry about that! :P And as for my most popular story "Weakest Point", I really don't know about that one guys. I still have major writer's block on it. I don't know how Damon is going to get Stefan back from Klaus. Sorry!