So here you are, it's a new fic :) Spencer's sick and it does talk about puking. It's not particularly graphic, just not exactly pleasant, so if you have like a really, really, really weak stomach, and even the thought of barfing makes you up-chuck yourself, just don't read. Most of it's water though :P

In this one, it's an established relationship (yay for first established relationship!), and Derek wants to help our little genius get better.

Of course, there will be smut later on, but this chapter is tame :)

Disclaimer: They're not mine, I wish they were, but they're not, so when I'm done playing, I'll put them back on the CBS shelf.

Warning: This fic is rated M for language, sexual content, and some sickness :(

Chapter One:

Spencer clutched the edges of the toilet as he heaved into the bowl, emptying his stomach of anything remaining. The twist in his gut and the ringing in his ears weren't enough to block out the sound of knocks on the door.

"Come on, pretty boy, let me in."

Spencer shook his head to himself. He and Derek had only been dating a month. He had told him that he really didn't feel well and shouldn't come over, but Derek had insisted, and Spencer was quite the sucker for Derek's begging. So over he'd come. They'd sat and talked and ate and one thing led to another and they had both gone to sleep sated and happily naked in each other's arms.

Spencer had known the whole time that he really shouldn't be there. His stomach was not happy to say the least and he still hadn't felt good when they'd drifted off. This feeling had prompted him to wake at four in the morning, scurry out of Derek's bed, grabbing his boxers where they'd been tossed on the floor, and slamming the door to the en suite shut.

Now he sat beside the toilet, dry heaving the very last bit of bile his body could contain while Derek whined to get in.

"Please, Spence, I want to help."

"Go away, please." Spencer feebly called. "I'm fine, really."

"Don't give me that, Spence. I can hear you puking."

"Which is exactly why you need to go away!" Spencer wretched, groaning. This had to be the most unattractive part of a relationship in the world. He could feel his hair clinging to the back of his neck with sweat. His while body was shaking and convulsing. Oh, why did this have to happen at Derek's house?

"Please, open it." Derek begged.

"No, I don't want you to see me like this."

"Why? Come on, Spence. I feel awful! I just want to help."

"Not as awful as I feel." Spencer muttered.

"Spencer," Derek declared through the door. "If you don't let me in I'm going to bust this door down."

"Don't." Spencer whimpered.

"One… Two… Spencer, I'm not joking!"

"Please, no!"

"Three!" Derek had used his shoulder, managing to only break the latch off, not the hinges or the door.

"Go away, Derek!" Spencer turned his face away.

"Aw, baby!" Derek said as soon as he caught sight of Spencer on the floor. "I'll get you a glass of water!"

God dammit. Why did Derek have to play the hero? Why couldn't he just let Spencer suffer in peace?

A minute later Derek jogged back into the bathroom carrying a glass of water. "Here you go, baby." He said, handing Spencer the glass. He stood and ran a cloth under cold water before bringing it down to Spencer's forehead and then rubbing comforting circles on is back.

"You don't have to." Spencer said, though it felt great.

"Drink," Derek said. "And I want to."

"But I'm all sweaty."

Derek laughed as Spencer timidly took a sip. "I've seen you sweaty before, Spence."

"Yeah, but this is an ugly sweat. Not a 'hey I'm catching criminals' or 'hey, I just had great sex' kind of sweat."

"You're never ugly." Derek said softly.

"Bullshit." Spencer stated before wretching into the toilet again.

"Aw, hun."

Spencer started shaking again and Derek wrapped his arms around him.

"I told you I shouldn't have come over." Spencer said. "I think my nose is getting plugged." He added on an off note.

Derek laughed. "I'm glad you did though."

Spencer gave him a funny look which made Derek laugh again.

"Just because now I can take care of you while you get better."

Spencer shook his head. "No, I'm going home as soon as possible." Spencer took a few heavy gulps from the glass.

"No, you're not. We have the rest of the weekend off and I'm going to nurse you back to health."

Spencer rolled his eyes. "Yay." He said sarcastically.

"Come on, baby, I want to keep an eye on you. I'll do anything and everything you want."

"Okay, fine. Take me home when I'm finished vomiting."

Derek shook his head and Spencer sighed.

"You're not holding up your end of the bargain very well." Spencer had barely finished speaking when all the water he'd drank came back up, his whole body going into convulsions.

Derek pulled the sweaty hair out of Spencer's face and flushed toilet when he was back to dry heaving and spitting.

"Did you know," Spencer said, lifting his head, eyes closed. "That you can't control the muscles in your stomach that make you puke?"

"No, no I didn't."

"Now you do." Spencer shrugged. "Also, deliberately getting rid of food after you ingested it goes way back to ancient times where things called vomitoriums were invented for after meals, and people were encouraged to-"

"Alright, Spence, I think you should come back to bed."

"I think I should go home."

Derek sighed. "No, I want you here."

"Okay." Spencer gave in. He knew no matter what he did, Derek would physically force him to stay if he had to. "I'm not finished my water though."

"You can finish it in the bedroom."

"What if I throw up again?"

Derek sighed. "Alright, you finish the water, I'll go get a bowl from the kitchen and another cold cloth. I'll meet you in my room okay?"

"You know, I should really sleep on the couch. You could get sick, too."

"Don't worry about me, pretty boy." Derek said, standing. "I'll be fine." He walked out then, leaving Spencer sitting on the floor. He eyed his water glass, not really wanting to puke again, but knowing it was probably going to feel better when he did.

Hesitantly he finished the water, trying to take it slow so that he had a chance of not throwing up. After two minutes he decided he was probably good and stood slowly.

Nope.

He leaned back over the toilet and rid himself of the water again. Great; just awesome.

Spencer took another thirty seconds and came to the conclusion that he was done for now. He shuffled to the sink and looked in the mirror. His hair was clinging to his face in random places and his whole chest was drenched in sweat. He splashed some water on his face and rubbed some on the back of his neck. It was times like this when he wished his hair was shorter. It was only just below his ears but it was still an inconvenience sometimes.

He quickly rinsed his mouth out before walking into the bedroom.

Derek was standing on Spencer's side of the bed fluffing the pillows and such. Spencer just stood there, sure that Derek hadn't heard him come in. Wrapping his arms around himself, Spencer realized how cold he was all of a sudden.

He made a small noise in the back of his throat to warn Derek he was there. Derek turned and a small smile hit his mouth.

"God, you're good looking."

Spencer shifted. "Derek, I'm sweaty, I've got massive bags under my eyes, my hair is clinging to me, and you just witnessed me throw up." He paused. "Did you hit your head while I was in there?"

Derek smiled. "None of that matters, you're still my pretty boy."

Spencer shrugged. "Whatever you say…" Now, he was freezing, and he could tell he was visibly shaking.

"Spence, are you running hot and cold?"

Spencer just nodded.

"Okay, get in bed."

He didn't disagree to that. Climbing onto the bed, Spencer yanked the covers up so that they were up over his head. He heard Derek laugh and move to the other side of the bed. He could feel the dip in the mattress as Derek got in, and soon Derek had thrown the covers over his own head and was looking right at Spencer.

"This is comfy." He laughed.

Spencer nodded, not trusting his voice when his teeth were chattering.

"Come here, baby." Derek opened his arms and Spencer didn't hesitate climbing into them and snuggling down into Derek's warmth.

For now, the churning feeling in his stomach had subsided and so he didn't stall trying to fall asleep.

Derek's voice broke the silence after a bit. "Where do you think you got this bug from?" He asked softly.

Spencer shook his head. "D-d-don't know. C-could be an-nywhere."

He felt Derek nod and kiss his head. "Alright, just sleep for now."

Spencer had no issue complying.

Alright, there you have it! Let me know if continuing is a good idea! You guys are awesome as awesome can be!

Love always! Xoxoxo