Danny found himself at the top of his in-laws staircase, and was glancing down the hallways that led in both directions listening for any sounds of Lindsay. But he heard none. Which was odd, because it was 11:45, and Delilah had said she went upstairs. He walked to the right, past Syler's room, and what had once been the room he had been forced to sleep in before his marriage, a bathroom, before reaching the end of the hallway, and a cracked door. Pushing on it, he found the entertainment room empty, the television off, and the computer from the stone ages, which used to groan so loud, it would wake him in the middle of the night.

Turning again, he passed the stairs, and headed down the right end, passing another bathroom, Delilah and Jethro's room, before reaching what was Lindsay's old bedroom, and now a room he was allowed to stay in, under strict cuddling only rules. Prodding the knob carefully, he pushed on the door, there she was. Lying back on the bed, covers pulled high up to her neck, her breathing slow, deep, and easy. He smiled, not being able to stop himself from taking a mental snapshot of this.

Entering the room, he edged towards the bed, and found Lindsay fast asleep, and once he allowed himself room to think past how adorable she looked, he became concerned. Why was she asleep at 11:45 in the morning? Hadn't they just gotten up four hours ago? They had done nothing to keep each other up late in the time they had been there, and as far as he knew she had slept fine the previous nights, he would usually wake if ever she rose from bed.

He wanted to shake her gently and ask her himself, but she seemed so at ease that he couldn't bring himself to do it. Only stopping himself from slipping out of his shoes, and crawling beneath the covers with her was a whole other playing field, one that was not so easily left alone. Crossing to the other side of the bed, he toed out of his shoes, and pulling on the comforter and sheets, sliding beneath them, he only then realized that he had been sweating profusely before doing this, because the cool sheets did wonders for his wet and overheated skin.

Stirring, Lindsay rolled onto her back and reached to her side, she wasn't sure why she always did this, especially now, she was aware enough to remember that Danny was outside with Don and her father, not beside her. Which is why she paused, when her hand connected with heated flesh, opening her eyes slowly, she slid her eyes along her arm and found her hand on a tanned shoulder, one she knew well.

She smiled, at him, and Danny smiled back, "Good morning."

He laughed, knowing it was the second time he had been in that position, listening to those words in one day, "To you as well," Danny shook his head as she slid, to lay nearer to him, "I'm all sweaty."

Smiling now with a hint of sly, and he knew Syler would have been proud, she nodded, "I noticed."

Raising his eyebrows, he let her roll and spoon with him, he still wasn't sure when it was in the relationship that he had become a cuddler of any kind, but once he realized that it had happened, he found that he liked being able to just hold onto her a little to much, to waste his time thinking that it made him a sissy.

"So why were you sleeping?" He asked her, as though the subject as just something to talk about, but he thought, after he had fake yawned himself, that it might have been a touch too much.

"I'm not sure, I haven't been feeling all that well, since we got here. My mom said that some kind of stomach thing had been going around, and I might have caught it, so I decided to get some rest, I didn't mean to fall asleep, I guess I just didn't realize how tired I actually was. Have you been up here long?"

"No, I just came upstairs. What do you mean stomach bug? We just got here yesterday, you can't be sick, you haven't seen anyone outside of the family, and they aren't sick, and we are at least four miles from another soul."

Lindsay smiled at him, and brought his hand which was holding her waist up to kiss his palm, still recall the true shock he had experienced when he had seen all the space that surrounded her childhood home, used to cramped buildings, and a city so full of people it threatened to burst that the thought of someone living so completely isolated from the world was shocking.

"Well all I know is that my stomach is killing me, and I'm tired, what else is there?"

Danny shook his head, it made sense that she would be sick, you don't feel awful for no reason, "Have you puked yet?" Not sure if it was a good idea if he should be cuddling with her.

"No, don't worry, I'm safe." She assured him.

He still couldn't believe in the four years that they had known each other, she already knew him so well, and could tell what he was thinking, what he was feeling, often at the same time he starting realizing it himself.

Nodding, he rested his chin on her shoulder, and she pushed deeper into his embrace, pulling on his arms so that he would hold her tighter. it occurred to him in that moment, that she hadn't been referring to the fact she might be ill, but rather that she felt safe with him there. He knew being back in Montana still scared her, and she would have much preferred New York, even though it's crime rate was considerably higher.

His heart fluttered in his chest, she always made him feel strong, and capable, even though he knew that without her, he would be the same weak bespectacled kid, who was relentlessly teased, but somehow with her, he felt like he could do and be anything, even a great father, though he had no real example to follow.

Rubbing her rib cage lightly, he breathed deeply into her hair, smell lilies and Lindsay, "I love you." He whispered into her ear.

Lindsay blushed, every night since the day he had first told it to her, he would roll over just as sleep was on the horizon, and whisper that to her, and it never failed to send her heart into a frenzy, and her mind swirling. He loved someone so not right for him, he loved someone that was damaged.

Turning back over, she let their foreheads touch, and looked up into his eyes, smiling, "I love you more."

He laughed, she would always say that too him, but he knew that there was no way possible that she could, though he let her have that one often.

His breath smelled like lemonade, something that usually brought back all the memories she had as a kid, sitting in her back yard on a hot summer day, when her mother had sent her and her friends outside, but now it was a different feeling. Somethign was quivering in the back over her throat, the smell made her stomach lurch, and she threw her hand over her mouth, rolling smoothly out of bed, and bolting for the bathroom.

She was going to be sick.