Author Note: This chapter was fun to write, and kind of a step back from the drama a little. With only two chapters left after this one, trust me there is plenty to come. I hope you all enjoy the sweet nature of this installment and let me know what you think.

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Chapter 38: Fever

Savannah

It was getting closer and closer to Battleground and the tension within all of us was getting tighter as the time passed us by. Seth tried to help as much as he possibly could; but I was so fixed on Becky's mental state of mind, especially since she still had the rib injury to deal with. Sasha returned and invested herself into the fray of Charlotte and Dana Brooke, while I had Natalya to worry about at Battleground.

I kept the details to a minimum with her, simply because I didn't want her dragged into the chaos like Dean had dragged my sister into it. Though, she remained unaffected by the turn of events, it didn't mean that I was any less worried about her. To be perfectly honest, I was worried about everyone. That awful sense of dread consumed me and I found myself waking up almost every night to a nightmare of some kind.

"Savannah...earth to Savannah..." Dean called from across the room.

"Huh..." I said snapping out of my thoughts.

"You spaced out again." He commented.

Of course I did. That happened a lot to lately. I thought going back home was a good idea; but they insisted on coming along for the ride. So I had six people in my little three bedroom house in Silver Springs, Maryland. I looked across the room and made eye contact with Dean, who had a red plastic cup in his hand. "I'm sorry..." I replied softly.

Sitting down on the couch, he walked around the counter to cross the threshold between the kitchen and the living room. It didn't take him long to join me on the couch. Seth had taken Roman, Becky and Amelia out to get a few groceries for the house. Dean offered to stay behind to watch over me so-to-speak. "Explain to me why this is getting to you so much?" He asked, taking a drink out of the oversized cup.

"That should be obvious. Becky is my best friend, like a sister. She has been through enough shit from this man to last a really long time. I'm just worried that it's only going to get worse on Sunday. He's been too silent. Becky broke the deal by going to Roman."

I pulled my legs up against my chest. Dean slid over and pulled me closer. I understood his attempt at comfort. My head lay upon his heart, where I could hear the rapid beating of his heart. It surprised me, because he seemed so calm to me. "Roman knows what he's doing. I'm sure he has thought of everything this guy could possibly do. Plus there is the cops that will be there. I promise that he will be caught one way or another."

I lifted my head up from his chest and looked at him dead in the eyes. There was a certain softness coming from them that I've only seen once or twice in the entire time I've known that man. He was worried to, deep down. Sliding back away from him, I could hear the others outside the door. Seth walked in holding two plastic bags while Becky was holding the other two. Amelia and Roman stepped in to make space on the counter for the bags to rest.

Amelia walked over to kiss Dean quickly, before turning her attention to me. She placed a hand on my forehead before sliding it down to my cheek, much like our mother would do to check our temperature as kids. "You feel kind of warm, Sav. Are you feeling okay?" She asked.

"Not particularly; but I'll be fine." I answered.

"You look really pale, why don't you go lay down." Seth said coming to my side.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Becky opening the cabinet that had all the medicines in the house. She found the thermometer and handed it to Seth. He took the device and told me to open my mouth. Like this wasn't embarrassing at all. I did as I was told and in a few seconds it beeped, indicating that it was finished doing it's job. "Babe, you have a fever of 102.4. You need to go lay down. All this lack of sleep has gotten you sick."

"I'll make her some soup." Amelia offered.

Seth helped me up from the couch and escorted me to the bedroom. I never noticed how achy my body really was until I stood up. He pulled down the covers and I sat down gingerly. Kissing my forehead, he removed the over coat to my tank top and eased me back on the pillow. Gently tucking me in, he sat back down next to me. "I had a feeling this was going to happen." He admitted.

"I can't help it. The nightmares kept coming and so did the lack of sleep. I'm sorry..."

"Don't be. You have a bunch of people here that care about you. I have no doubt Amelia will mother you back to healthy in no time."

I chuckled softly. He leaned down to kiss me one more time before leaving me to the silence of my room. I stared at the wall for a moment before my eyes drifted shut, hoping that there wouldn't be a nightmare behind the veil to haunt me.

Seth

Seeing Savannah so miserable absolutely sucked. I walked back out to the kitchen where Amelia was already cooking some kind of soup. Dean kissed her bare shoulder lovingly before filling his cup of with another beer. Becky and Roman sat in the living room with her legs across his lap, while he rubbed the back of her calves. "She's definitely sick." I said interrupting the fuzziness of the group.

"Is she in bed?" Amelia asked.

"Yes."

"It doesn't come as a surprise. She's been so worried about everyone else except her own health." Becky chimed in.

"That's not surprising in the least. She's always been that way." Roman stated looking back at the kitchen where I stood with my arms crossed over my chest.

There was no point in denying that. Savannah was as selfless as it could get. I hated the thought of her being so sick that she'd be unable to compete in her first Pay-Per-View match since making her return to TV. Amelia turned to stir whatever was on the stove top. It smelled good whatever it was and it got my own stomach grumbling.

I think she heard it, because she smiled when adding a little salt to the pot. "Don't worry, Seth. I plan on cooking something after I get this soup finished for Savannah." She commented with a little chuckle behind her voice.

It didn't take long for the soup to finish cooking. She pouring the contents into a large bowl and carried it into Savannah's bedroom only to return with the bowl in hand moments later, informing us that she had fallen asleep. Wasting little time, she dumped the contents into another container to store in the refrigerator. "Poor thing is asleep already." Amelia commented.

I sat down on the oversized chair across the from the couch. The sun was setting across the yard and I could see the trees start to sway from the increasing wind outside. There was a storm coming. Figuratively and literally. Amelia started making dinner for us and the only thing I could think about was Savannah.

Pushing myself off the chair, I moved across the room and started for her bedroom. Stepping inside, she rolled over to her left side. The sound of the rain hitting the window was somewhat soothing but the crack of thunder startled her awake. Sitting down beside her, she nuzzled closer to me. The heat radiating off her skin warmed my own flesh up quickly. "How long was I asleep for?" She asked softly.

"About an hour or so." I answered brushing my thumb across the back of her hand.

"Stupid thunder waking me up...I was actually dreaming of something nice for a change."

I laughed lightly at her comment. She frowned a little, probably wondering why I was laughing. Sick or not she was still the most beautiful person I knew. "Why are you laughing?" She asked pulling her hand away from my grasp.

"I'm not really. I just find that you are adorable when annoyed by something so small as a dream."

"It wasn't just any dream, Seth. It was about us and I would have loved to have stayed inside that dream a little longer."

Her words surprised me. She already had me, so why was the dream more appealing that what we had now? I think she noticed my indifference and immediately reached back for my hand. Her hot skin sent a chill up my arm and straight now my spine. "I'm sorry. That sounded wrong. It's just that we didn't have to deal with the Adrian problem and all of our friends were happy; but we...we were a family."

My eyes widened a little at her response, because it just never dawned on me that she would want a family of her own someday. She coughed a couple times before turning over to her right side, away from me; but she still held onto my hand, holding it close to her chest.

Another crack of thunder erupted and shook the windows. The storm outside was quickly becoming violent. Looking back down at Savannah, I noticed her eyes were getting heavy again. "I love you, Seth." She mumbled.

"I love you to, princess. Always..."

I leaned down to kiss her still burning forehead before turning to walk out of her room. She quickly caught my wrist and held on. "Please stay..." She softly asked before letting go of my wrist. Smiling, I agreed and walked around to the other side of the bed. Her eyes were half open and were gazing upon me; but the moment I laid down next to her, she slid over to rest her head on my chest.

"Seth, is she awake?" Amelia's voice asked from the open doorway.

"I'm awake, Lia" She answered before I had a chance to.

"Good, I'm gonna heat up that soup so you can get something to eat. I also found some medicine for you to take as well."

Amelia stepped away to do what she said she was going to do. I left us alone once again. She continued to stare at me for a few awkward moments before reaching out to touch the side of my face. Her fingers traced a line down the side of my jaw and then came to a stop at my lips. There were so many things going through my mind and most of them were about whether or not it was appropriate to ask a certain question.

We haven't officially been together that long. Though, if I was honest with myself...there is no one else I want to spend the rest of my life with more than her. She was everything to me and has been for a very long time.

"Here we go, Savannah." Amelia stated coming back into the room with the bowl of soup in hand.

"Smells awesome." She commented sitting up in bed.

I reached to turn on one of the lamps to give her some more light to see what she was doing. Getting up from the bed, Savannah looked up to eye me oddly. I told Amelia to stay with her that I was going to get a drink, which was a lie. I just needed some fresh air to think more clearly on the subject that had come to mind so abruptly.

Stepping out into the living room, Becky eyes me suspiciously as I went for my hoddie that was cloaked over the back of one of the bar stools in the kitchen. Walking towards the door to that would lead to the back porch, Becky blocked my entrance. "Where are you going?" She asked.

"Outside to get some fresh air." I answered stepping out around her.

Persistent as she was, she followed me outside. Roman and Dean were playing cards at the kitchen table drinking beer, oblivious as to what was going on around them. "What's wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing..."

"Do you think I'm stupid? I wasn't born yesterday."

Lightning flashed brightly and in a matter of seconds the thunder rumbled in the distance. I leaned against the railing, running a hand through my hair. Becky silently joined me against the railing. Her long hair fell over her shoulder, falling into her dark eyes. "Do you think it's wrong to want to spend the rest of my life with her?" I asked.

"No; but I can see why you would think that."

"How?"

"I know you haven't been official with her that long...the thing is...you've both had feelings for each other for years. You two are made for each other. When you start finishing each others sentences, you know it's the real deal. My mom told me that once."

Chuckling a little at the thought of Becky's mom telling her that advice growing up, she elbowed me gently in the ribs. She trying so hard to liven up the mood. I smiled at her to assure her that I appreciated her advice on the subject; but it was something I really had to think about. If I went through with it, there was always that chance that I could ruin what we have forever. There was also the question, are we really ready for that kind of commitment?

"Do what you feel is best; but I'm fairly certain that Savannah feels that same you do." Becky said turning to walk back into the house.

"Thank you..." I whispered in return, turning my head back to the view of the sky in turbulance.