Title: The Best Medicine Chapter 4 by vannadear

Disclaimer: You must know I don't own the characters or the rights to anything from Greek or any other companies I may mention, because you're not seeing the stories I write played out on ABC Family every week now are you? didn't think so.

Notes: I'm just going to pretend that I never saw "Move on Cartwrights" and that I'm still going off the 1 minute long sneak peek that I saw a few days before the episode came out...I like my story much better then what actually happened anyways...Oh yeah, and for those of you who are avidly awaiting the next chapter to "The Directors cut" I apologize because I had intended to get that one out first, but my heart vetoed it in order to write this one, the new chap for TDC will be up in the next couple days though!

Dedications Etc: This chapter goes out to AmethystDreamer, (for prodding me to update and writing the cute fic "A second chance" hopefully this band-aid helps a bit) bookworm455 (for screaming my name LOL) and all the rest of us true Cappie/Casey shippers. I'm no longer classifying this fic as a spoiler...more like what would have happened in a universe where true love is allowed (coughnotthegreekversecough) Monday's episode was like a total kick in the nuts of CC, and I needed to get the next chapter of this out to stop my own heartbreak.

:tosses handfuls of heart covered band-aids at readers: be healed!!

Now to chapter 4, hopefully this one helps poor Cappie (and the rest of us) to feel better!

Cappie stared at the cherry stained wood of his closed bedroom door; head tilted slightly to the side in confusion. Had Beaver been...blushing? His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to remember the last time he had seen that unthinkable occurrence...oh yeah, half-past never.

The snickering girl in his arms drew his attention from the door, all thoughts of his large and rosy cheeked friend scattering to the wind as he took in her twinkling eyes and toothy grin. She was so gorgeous when she laughed like that, he reflected briefly; before he decided to drop the farce and concede that she was drop dead gorgeous no matter what mood she was in.

Every expression that crossed the eldest Cartwright sibling's face was like a new study in Beauty; one that Cappie would need no prompting to scrutinize carefully before he preserved each in his memory. 'Casey watching' was one class he would have no problem earning perfect attendance in.

Cappie was forever hoarding the mental images of her glorious visage in his mind so that he could recall each one in an instant that he missed her...an event that happened far more often then a normal boyfriend would. The situation was made even worse by the fact that he was someone else's boyfriend and didn't get to see her as often as he used to.

Rebecca was always prodding him from his "little daydreams" as she called them teasingly, though he knew her reaction wouldn't be nearly as lighthearted if she knew where his mind went every time he got the dopey love-struck expression on his face.

Hell, if Cyrus Rhodes University offered a major in Casey Cartwright, Cappie knew he would have already graduated with his Doctorate. The somewhat random thought made him outwardly smile.

Hmm, Casey as a major? that was something he could definitely excel in...even become a leader in his field; one of the foremost experts in 'Caseyology'. Cappie the Caseyologist. It had a nice ring to it, he decided.

The subject of his thoughts and habitual daydreams fell silent, her pink cheeks and sparkling eyes drawing his focus from his daydream of her and back to his favorite pastime of 'Casey watching'. He smiled softly down at her as she dabbed at the corners of her eyes with the star covered sack that had once been hers.

Memories of the first time he'd gotten sick at C.R.U. rushed forward, the scattered images of her frazzled appearance and cute look of helplessness from back then causing his arms to wrap around her more securely as he leaned back on his mound of pillows, readjusting her position on his lap and tucking her head under his chin.

His multiple illnesses aside, this was the best he'd felt in months; Casey was alone with him, she'd come to see him, and she obviously still cared enough to hunt down the only flavor of cough medicine he could stand.

Grape flavored Dimetapp was the shit, no question about it.

He smiled and closed his eyes briefly as he felt their heartbeats synchronise, something that always aligned when they were close enough.

His eyes lazily drifted open a few moments later when he felt her sit forward, blue eyes observing her as she set the now cold heating pad on the nightstand and grasped the handle of a steaming turquoise mug. Leaning back in his lap sideways again, she snuggled her cheek against his collarbone and silently offered the ugly tiki man to him with her left hand.

The scent of freshly brewed Earl Grey tea and the sweetness of honey wafted into his newly unclogged nostrils. He gifted her with a crooked smile as his hand came up to wrap around hers and the mug, tilting the warm liquid into his awaiting lips. He heard her inhale sharply as he trapped her hand between his and the mug and mentally cheered that she felt it too. The same electric shock and fuzziness that he felt every time they touched.

Pursing his lips when he'd taken his fill of the hot beverage and lowering the mug from his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the dance of tea as it's familiar taste warmed a path to his stomach. His tongue darting out to catch a stray drop of the escaped liquid from the rim of the mug, before he decided to break comfortable silence.

"Earl Grey and honey, my favorite!" he complimented while softly running the pad of his index finger across the back of her hand. "There was a hint of something else though...something...herb-y," he shot her a suspicious look.

"Now Case...You didn't make me 'special tea' did you?" a laugh bubbled out of her throat again, muffled by his chest as he continued "I mean, I know I can be a colossal pain in the ass when I'm sick...but no need to resort to illegal narcotics now is there?" he chastised.

"Save that for when I'm feeling less dead eh? we'll have our own party..." he let the rest of the sentence trail off, hand tightening minutely around hers as he realized what he had let slip. Stupid Dimetapp always made him say what he was thinking.

He bitterly smiled down at her, levering his head against the wall as he tried to change the subject "Have I mentioned yet how sorry I am that I accidentally used you like a really hot hanky?" he quickly dragged the mug back up to his lips, taking in a large gulp as she pulled her head away from his chest and grinned up at him.

"I think you mentioned it once or twice; but don't worry, rain coat remember?" she indicated her covered form with a tilt of her head "And the 'extra' in your tea is not weed, you stoner! It's Barberry. It's supposed to help boost your immune system. I have more downstairs that we can made a cold compress for your eye with. Supposed to be really good for both colds and pinkeye." she assured him, using her hold on the mug to bring it up to his lips again.

"I called Rusty and had him google herbal cures when I heard you were sick, the Pharmacist at Target had some when I got your other stuff and she explained how to use it and everything so I didn't accidentally poison you," she explained matter-of-factly.

He smiled his appreciation at her thoughtfulness, "Well it's great! Your miracle weed doesn't even take away from the sublime taste of the Earl Grey & Honey combo. I've been dying for some all day but couldn't man up and ask one of the guys for something as girly as tea. When Rebecca stopped by earlier she brought me..ugh..chamomile," he shuddered minutely at the mere thought of the herbal tea sitting on his nightstand.

He faltered in his tirade as he remembered just who Rebecca was to the both of them, the close proximity of the blond in his arms having erased the brunette from his thoughts completely. His 'girlfriend' wouldn't be happy at all to hear that little tidbit of knowledge. He shifted nervously on the bed for a minute, his body singing at Casey's presence in his lap, and brought the near empty mug up to his mouth for another drawn out pull.

The tightened look on Casey's previously jovial face made his heart clench, and his right arm to reflexively tighten around her. Who was he kidding? He knew his 'relationship' with Rebecca was all about the girl in his arms. The only thing he and Rebecca even shared in common was that they were both completely obsessed with her; what a healthy and loving relationship.

He drained the rest of the tiki mug, not moving to set down the empty container in favor of keeping his hand on hers "You thirsty? I know chamomile is your favorite and it's just going to waste over there in it's little styrofoam cup," he offered, nudging her gently "C'mon, you know I hate herbal tea what with my parents always forcing me to drink it when I was a kid. Silly but well-meaning hippies that they are," he continued, completely glossing over the thing they were both thinking but unable to say.

She nodded once, whether it was in agreement for his unspoken vow not to bring up his girlfriend or for her being thirsty, he didn't know. He didn't ask. She tugged on the now empty tiki mug gently, which he released and then mourned the loss of her warmth as she got up from his lap, setting her prize on the half-used tray by his bed.

She stood there only long enough to pull another mug from the tray, passing it to him before trekking across the room to get one of the DVDs started. Cappie used the time she spent setting up the TV and DVD player to observe the bright orange mug she had handed him where a cartoon squirrel in a fighting pose proclaimed "The rabid squirrel kung fu academy-Protect your nuts" the spicy aroma of its contents tickling his nose already.

"Chicken noodle soup!" he happily stated before taking a healthy sip, the bite of the powdered peppers flooding his taste buds with their flavor. His nose immediately started flowing freely again, and he was grateful that the Bugs Bunny tissue box had managed to stay by his side throughout the whole cuddle and laugh-fest that had just occurred.

Setting the brightly colored mug on the nightstand, he blew his nose a few times; eyes taking in Casey's covered form as she fiddled with the television cables. Even in a shapeless black raincoat, her curves and overall beauty showed through.

He finished his task shortly, throwing the used tissue on the floor next to his bed- as Wade had yet to bring up a waste basket, and picked up the happy mug of spice and cracker filled chicken broth. Casey was the only one who knew the story behind the chicken and noodle-less 'chicken noodle' soup he preferred over the traditional kind.

The traditional chicken noodle soup, being of course full of chicken and mushy noodles always made his stomach turn. Casey had said that everyone needed chicken noodle soup to feel better; knowing of his love for the spiciest foods and that he needed something in his stomach other then Earl Grey tea, she concocted the spicy, cracker filled broth for him the second time he got sick their freshmen year.

He'd loved the spicy meat and noodle-free broth immediately and it cleared his sinuses right up; since the first time she made it for him, it was the only thing she could get him to eat when he was sick. Recalling the mug filled with chicken and stars that Rebecca had brought earlier which still sat untouched on his right side table, he silently thanks Wade and Beaver again for their forethought in calling Casey.

He probably would have starved to death and dehydrated if she hadn't come.

She was the only one that could ever make any sense of his inane peculiarities while ill, and the only one to remember exactly what would help him get better fastest. She was the only one who understood that when he said 'Chicken Noodle Soup' he really meant 'Chicken Broth, spicy enough to melt thought a wall, Hold the Chicken & Noodles please' and he felt his heart swell in his chest with love for his tiny blond savior at the realization.

His inner musings were cut short as the rain coated girl grabbed the travel cup of chamomile and sat next to him comfortably on the bed, toeing off her heels with soft thunks onto the floor as she snuggled into the pillow mound next to him. He smiled slowly at her before bringing his satirical mug up to proverbially 'clink' with her travel cup in a show of camaraderie.

He swallowed more of his special soup as she clicked the remote, and the opening sequence for "Clerks" showed on the screen. He smiled again at one of his favorite movies, seeing the stack of similar fair she had brought for them to watch while she nursed him back to health.

She was the only one who knew the movies he needed to cheer himself up while he was sick in bed, and she was the only one who knew exactly what order he needed to watch them in.

He peeked at her profile as she sipped tea and laughed at a joke in the movie, her feet curling underneath her as she unconsciously snuggled to his side and back into the arm that fell around her shoulders so naturally.

She was the only one.

TBC

Author Notes: Okay, so a lot of fluff and get better-ness for Cappie, hopefully the comforting feel of this chapter will help with the emotional upheaval most of us experienced on Monday.

The Barberry thing I actually researched, but it can be deadly if you take too much so always consult a doc before using it! The Chicken Noodle soup is actually something that I do when I'm sick, as I don't eat meat, am too lazy to chew when sick and love spicy foods.

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