AN: Okay, so this is my first story I have ever written. I am usually more of a reader than a writer. This story came to me because right now I have bronchitis and I really did have the reaction to cough medicine that Jenny has. Characters aren't mine… I am just borrowing. Enjoy

I had left work around 7pm- which was later than I wanted to- so that I could drop by Jenny's house to see if she was feeling better. She had had a nasty cough for about a week before we could convince her that she looked like death and go to the doctor. She left work grumpily around noon to go see Dr. Thomas. I got a little worried when she didn't come back so I called her. After listening to her hack on the phone for five minutes before she said hello, I gathered that she was at the pharmacy getting her medicine and then she was going home. So here I am now, standing in her house with a bowl of chicken-noodle soup from her favorite café, trying to figure out why in God's name there was oldies rock playing at ear bleeding levels and coming from her kitchen. As I got closer, I had to try and to laugh out loud at the sight I saw. Jenny was doing anything but resting- in fact she was cleaning every surface in the kitchen, while dancing and singing. I just stood there taking in the sight of the red-headed blur. I was debating on whether to just stand there and watch (after all it would make for really good blackmail stories) or interupt her and announce my prescence when the decision was made for me. As she twirled around the kitchen, she finally noticed me standing in the door way.

"Feeling better, Jen?" I asked trying and failing to hide my smirk. The glare I got in return answered my question. "At least you got some of your color back. You don't look like death anymore. What are you doing anyway? Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"Thank you Jethro, you sure do know how to woo a woman," she replied sarcastically. "And what does it look like I am doing?"

"Well…" I started to say.

"Don't answer that. I am cleaning." "Why?" I asked again. "Because I feel like a humming bird on crack, that's why."

I must have had this really dumbfounded look on my face because right about then she went into this long winded explanation about how the doctor didn't prescribe her the normal cough medicine she gets since it has codeine in it and she needed to be able to take it at work. But the cough medicine she did get had too much antihistamine in it and now she was wired. I couldn't help but notice she was slightly bouncing while she was telling me all this. She then started telling me about God knows what because I stopped listening and just continued to watch her. I finally realized that if I didn't get her to shut up she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. "Jen… Jen… Jenny," I tried yelling but to no avail. So, I finally did what I always do when I want her to be quiet- I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her to me so that I could kiss her. It worked like a charm. "Jen, you've got to breathe. You are starting to look like Abby on a twelve caf-pows." She glared at me again, but I could tell from the look in her eyes that there was no malice in it.

"Jethro, what am I going to do?" she asked pitifully.

"Well, how about you go light some candles, and run a hot bath. Maybe then you will relax."

"And if that doesn't work?"

"Then I have a few more ideas of how we can use you abundance of energy," I relied with a smirk

"Hmm…" she said as she started to walk away. I heard the water start and was about to sit down and enjoy a glass of bourbon when I heard her call out. "You know Jethro, I think in order to fully relax in the tub, I am going to need a massage… Care to join me?" I smiled as I walked into the candle lit bathroom and thought to my self: maybe Jenny should get sick more often…