Title: Drained
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #30, Drained
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: AU, het

“Lance, how are you? You look awful.” He said, as he opened the door to their suite. What had happened?

She sighed. “I’m exhausted. That meeting ran overtime.”

“I see,” Red calmly closed the door, and steered Lance to the table, where tea was steaming faintly. He paused, before broaching the next question. “Was it because of Goodman?”

“Mmhmm,” She agreed.

“I am sorry I could not go.” He said. Putting up with their government could be a strain on the body and the mind.

“It is not your fault, what with this weather and flu season…” He was bound to get sick sooner or later.

“Yes.” Red nodded. “But now, you are the one who is tired…” He placed his hands on her cheeks. “You’re freezing!”

Did she have a fever? He hoped not!

“I suppose I am.” The girl stifled a yawn.

Red dragged Lance over to the bed and tucked her in, before bringing the tea over. “I suppose we’ll just have to be sick together then.” He said.

She chuckled as she took a sip of her tea. It was plain green tea, rather weak, but that was all right. She did not want caffeine right now. She wanted sleep.

“There are worse people to have for company,” She teased.

“I don’t mind.” Red replied, snuggling up against her under the covers. He wouldn’t need another dose of cough medicine for another two hours.

Outside, the rain continued to pour.

End Fic

Completed 10/6/06

Edited 9/27/09

Sickness is bad…