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Title: Under the Weather
Fandom: Three Delivery
Prompt: (wild card) sick in bed
Medium: fic
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3,843
Disclaimer: I do not own Three Delivery. If I did, it would still be on the air. :(
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On a rainy morning in Chinatown, Sue wakes up sick with a cold.

“Sid,” a familiar voice called out exasperatedly—stern, yet somehow weak. It almost went unheard against the drumming of rain upon the roof and windows of Wu’s Garden, but it became quickly more persistent: “Sid…Sid, it’s time to wake up.”

Sue gently grabbed her brother’s shoulder, shaking him lightly as she did every morning when they needed to wake up for school. She could feel him stir and resist her efforts, as he turned away onto his side, pulling his blanket with him; his eyes, tightly shut as he let out a groan. “Raining again…” she heard him mumble. But she continued to pester him, and eventually he gave up, as he always did. And, as always, he turned back to face her with a sigh, only half-attempting to open his eyes. She saw him blink.

“Sue,” Sid greeted her, a little surprised as he slowly became more conscious; more awake. He sat upright, slowly taking in his surroundings, and suddenly rubbed his eyes when he saw her again, as if to make sure they weren’t deceiving him. “You look terrible.”

“Morning to you, too,” Sue replied with a sigh, attempting a grin. Her cheeks flushed red; her voice was somewhat coarse, and the very words she spoke seemed to take the breath right out of her. She folded her arms, looking at him with as much vigor and alertness as she could muster—yet her sleep-deprived eyes, threatening to shut at any moment, told another tale. And Sid could tell something was wrong.

“Seriously, mei-mei,” he insisted, less groggily this time as he moved to the edge of his bed. He reached out and placed a hand on her forehead, feeling the intense heat resonating from it. Definitely a fever. “You weren’t looking so good during Nana’s training yesterday either. I think this weather may be getting to you...”

“I’m fine,” Sue protested, pushing his arm away with her own in frustration. “Just…get ready, or we’re going to be late. I…I still have to wake Tobey up...”


Sid remained unconvinced by her performance, and continued to look at her through narrowed, critical eyes. He reached his arm out again, first cupping his hand over her forehead like before; and then, in a swift movement with the force of only two fingers, gave her a light push, knocking her off balance. She stumbled backwards, her eyes widening in surprise, her head cloudy. It didn’t look like she was going to fall at first, but her legs grew weak, and were quick to give up on her. Sid noticed this and grabbed her hand before it was too late, pulling her forward again towards him. He caught her in an unexpected embrace, looking unsurprised, and even managed a partial smile, as if to say ‘I told you so.’ She groaned.

“See,” he said victoriously, looking down at her. She began coughing, as he added: “What’d I tell you?”

Looking disgruntled, Sue tried to pull away; but Sid never let her. He wouldn’t—not until he was sure she’d be all right. Or at least until her coughing was under control. She stopped resisting after a while upon realizing this, and shut her eyes, attempting to recover from the dizziness that had come over her. It felt so comfortable, closing her eyes, that she wasn’t sure she’d ever open them again. But the dizziness passed, and she did. She caught sight of the window just past her brother, broadcasting the onslaught of rain that had been drenching Chinatown for the past few days. It fell furiously now from an unforgiving grey sky, as inhabitants could only watch and wonder just when it would stop. Sue frowned, being reminded of just what was in store for them, if they ever did make it outside for their ride to school.

“It has been raining an awful lot lately, hasn’t it…?” she asked, an air of seriousness about her. Sid’s grip loosened on her and she was able to break free, her coughing fading away as well, at least for the moment. She then found herself sitting on the floor, just staring out at the downpour, mesmerized.

“No kidding.” Sid looked towards the window, following her gaze, and couldn’t help but frown as well. “Weather like this—it’s enough to make anybody sick.”

“It’s a little weird, isn’t it?” Sue continued on, as if she was getting at something. Sid took a moment to realize this, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

“What…like, Kong-Li weird?” he suggested half jokingly; yet he suddenly found himself putting a hand to his chin, contemplating the possibility. “Maybe…”

“Would it really surprise you?”

Sue was barely able to utter the words, before breaking out into another coughing fit. Her brother, now looking considerably more worried, placed a hand on her back and began rubbing gently, hoping it would help. She clutched her head, which suddenly started to hurt—a not so subtle message from her body, she assumed, trying to tell her she was thinking too much about this.

“No,” Sid admitted, once the coughing stopped. He tried to help her onto his bed now, deciding that she would probably be more comfortable there. “But I would be, if Nana felt the same way and didn’t try to warn us. So don’t think about it for now, all right?”

She rolled her eyes a little and acknowledged his point, a tiny surge of jealousy tingling through her spine. If she’d been in her right mind, unclouded by sickness, she might’ve realized such an obvious fact, too. They could rely on their Nana for anything, and she surely would’ve mentioned if it was something worth being suspicious about. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, perhaps a little too readily. He put a hand on her head and condescendingly began to ruffle her hair. “But try not to worry about it too much. It tends to happen a lot.”

A smug look came over him; his nose, high in the air. She could almost feel his ego expanding in the room, which normally might have set her off—yet she could only bring herself to smirk. Typical Sid. She supposed there was a certain charm to him that you got used to after a while, even if she did want to smack him sometimes. Even if she knew that he was only trying to cheer her up, and return the smile to her face where it belonged. She started breathing heavily.

“You guys are so noisy,” a third voice suddenly chimed in. It was groggy and soft, yet still enough to startle the two of them as they quickly turned their heads to the source, their attention now completely focused. They could hear the rustling of bed sheets, followed by a head of multicolored hair innocently popping out from under them—black and blonde.

“Tobey!” Sid exclaimed, greeting him as if he’d forgotten he was there. Which, though he’d never admit it, he sort of had.

“Good of you to join us, sleepyhead,” Sue said; her voice, tired. “Are you going to get up and ready any time soon? You know, before Nana comes to check on us?”

Tobey ignored her—and Sid, too, for that matter as he stared out of the window past them. He pouted, his shoulders slouched, and they could practically feel his heart sink within his chest as he slowly approached them, his eyes full of disbelief at the relentless rain. “Aw man! We have to go to school in that?”

Sid smirked, looking out of the window again as he folded his arms. He then turned to his sister, looking almost jealous, with Tobey following suit. “Well, one of us doesn’t.”

Sue feigned look of innocence, though she knew exactly what he had meant. “Huh?”

“You know, you are looking pretty pale, Sue,” Tobey noted, upon closer inspection. He bent down to look at her and placed a hand on her forehead, giving her much the same treatment Sid had not moments before. He put a hand on his chin thoughtfully. “You’re running a fever too, not to mention you could barely keep up with us yesterday during training. What’s up with that?”

There was a brief silence as Sue backed away from his playful advances—the accusing finger that was pointing at her, his face which came closer and closer to hers. Her eyes widened a little, her hands almost going up in surrender out of sheer surprise, before they heard laughing from Sid, which succeeded in distracting both of them. They looked over curiously.

“You know, if it’s enough that even Tobey notices, I think you’ve got a problem, mei-mei,” he said, stifling the laugh rather poorly.

“And just what’s that supposed to mean?” Tobey looked insulted; and yet something about his face made it hard to tell whether it was serious, or only in jest. He started grinning however, so Sid assumed the latter. “My powers of observation happen to be awesome, thank you very much!”

“If by awesome, you mean totally nonexistent,” he scoffed.

“Oh, come on!

“You guys, it’s only a cold,” Sue interrupted, before things could escalate. She stood up, moving between them; it was almost instinct, since she was so used to being their mediator. “A minor one. With this weather, I…I guess one of us had to get it.”

She took another gloomy look out of the window, and the boys did the same. Everything was quiet for a moment, before Tobey spoke again.

“Yeah. I guess that means we’re going to have to get a ride again,” he lamented. “I can’t have my bike going out in that!”

Sue rolled her eyes. “I’m sure Nana will handle it, just like she did yesterday, and the day before that. In case you forgot, Tobey.”

“And anyway,” Sid said insistently, as he finally rose out of bed. “It’s our problem today, not Sue’s. So let’s get ready fast, and go talk to Nana.” He turned to Sue, looking determined, and even more insistent than before, if that was possible. “You, stay in bed and rest.”

“Is this really necessary?” she asked exasperatedly. Sid had taken the liberty of grabbing the covers on his bed, trying to pull them over her like she was a child about to be told a bedtime story. He gave her a look in response, and she assumed the answer was indisputable ‘yes.’ She hated it—feeling helpless and babied—but she found herself too comfortable to resist. And she could hear Tobey snickering at her. She ignored it.

“Something wrong with my own bed?” Sue finally decided to bring this up, after wondering why her brother hadn’t just sent her back to her own bed.

“Is something wrong with mine?”

He was grinning, and she sighed, again, forced to accept that he sort of had a point. She supposed it was convenient, with her already being on it. Though she would’ve much preferred her own bed. As if he’d read her mind, however, Sid continued, since it didn’t seem like she was going to reply:

“Well, it’s up to you. Move back if you want to,” he said. As if she’d needed the permission! “In the meantime, I’ll go change. I’ll bring you some soup or something, okay?”

“Aww, what a good big brother you are!” Tobey exclaimed in condescending baby-talk, before Sue had a chance to say thanks.

“Yeah, yeah. Maybe you should be taking notes,” Sid teased with a grin. He stretched his arms as they walked towards the door, and turned back to give his sister one final concerned look. Despite all his joking, he seem worried. “I’ll be back, Sue.”

“Right,” she murmured uneasily as she watched them leave, shutting the door behind them. She sighed, shaking her head as she tried to figure out how that had just happened—how she had let that happen. One moment, she was the responsible one: waking before her brothers, acting as their alarm clock. The next, they were poking fun at her, and now she was stuck in bed, possibly for the entire day with this fever and headache. She thought about how much she hated being sick; about how she couldn’t even remember the last time she was sick, and how much she wished she wasn’t sick. It only got worse.

She grumbled and closed her eyes, waiting for her body to surrender to inevitable sleep.

* * * * *

“Nana,” Sid called out to her, as he walked into the kitchen. He had already changed as quickly as he could, but decided not to wait for Tobey to do the same, since that didn’t seem necessary. So he went on ahead to see if their Nana had gone looking for them yet. She hadn’t, as it turned out; and he saw her stirring a pot of what he hoped was delicious, warm soup.

“There you are,” she said exasperatedly, her attention barely wandering from the pot. “I thought I was going to have to come wake you up. Where are Tobey and your sister?”

“Tobey’s changing now,” he answered. “But Sue’s sick, Nana. I told her I think she should stay home from school today.”

At that, her hand had stopped stirring, and she turned to give him her full attention. She looked about as concerned as he had earlier, as she put a hand on her chin in thought, thinking back on the past couple days of training: all of the hits Sue had been unable to dodge, and her own hits that she had been unable to land; her slow movement, rendering her powerless to get back the piece of paper in Tobey’s possession—which of course, in their exercise, represented a stolen recipe. Nana let out a sigh.

“Her performance has been getting worse, since this weather started,” she said—in such a way that Sid wasn’t even sure if she was talking to him or not. Her eyesight had wandered off him, but it quickly returned before he could say anything. She went on: “If she really has caught a cold of some sort, maybe she does need a day to get back to her full strength.”

“That’s what I thought.” Sid nodded, thankful that they were on the same page so far.

“But I’ll have to tell Calvin she won’t be able to make any deliveries today…” she went on, the conviction in her voice dwindling.

Sid gulped, as he mentally translated Calvin to Mr. Wu, his boss. His very large boss, who could get very angry, very easily and unexpectedly. Especially when it came to matters that were going to ultimately lose him money. He definitely hadn’t thought of that. But he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, and quickly regained his composure as he came up with an idea.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, waving a hand nonchalantly. “Why don’t you tell him that I’ll take over her deliveries for today?”

“You will?” Nana asked, a little surprised at first. She pondered the thought for a moment. “That’s actually an excellent idea…”

“Well, don’t look so shocked, Nana,” he laughed, trying not to look insulted. “I do get those, every once and a while.”

“Of course.” She smiled apologetically and began stirring the soup again, finally taking a scoop to her mouth to take a sip. She quickly turned off the stove after that, so Sid took that as a sign that it was ready to be eaten. Which was good, since he wanted to take a bowl to Sue before they had to leave for school—or before she fell asleep. Whichever came first. “Well, in that case, I’ll take some soup to Sue and talk to Calvin. Why don’t you have some yourself, and check on Tobey as well?”

“Oh—that’s okay!” Sid put a hand on the bowl of soup she was pouring in protest, trying not to seem too contrary. “I can take it to her. I…kind of told her I would.”

There was a pause. A dangerously silent one. It must’ve looked suspicious, after all. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking at that moment, as she looked at him, her eyebrows raised. Maybe she suspected that they were hiding something. Some sort of rouse to get Sue out of school for the day, for whatever reason. But surely, out of the three of them, she had to realize that Sue was probably the least suspicious—and the least likely to pull anything like that. He felt a sigh of relief escape him as he saw Nana nod, which probably made things look worse. But sadly, the boy could only control his emotions so far.

“All right, then,” she agreed, and what little reluctance she felt before was completely gone. She let go of the bowl, giving him full possession of it. “In that case, I’ll go get Tobey.”

“Thanks, Nana,” he said meekly, a smile flashing across his face. He watched her as she turned, walking out of the kitchen, and then quickly turned his attention back to the soup.

The truth was, Sid wasn’t sure why he was so eager about this. Soup was soup in the end, no matter who gave it to her, so why should it have mattered if Nana had been the one to do so? Wasn’t that a bit selfish of him, considering Nana was probably a bit worried about her too? Of course, he would only just realize this as he stood at her door, her soup already in his hand. That was like him. Although he supposed he could take comfort in the fact that at least he wasn’t as pushy as he could’ve been about it.

Maybe it was the power—being in charge. He always liked that, he had to admit, and he never really had that with Sue. She was the responsible one. She was the one who told them to do their homework, and whenever a test came around, she was the one studying and telling him to do the same. When they were in the orphanage, he got sick much more often than she did, and though she was too young to do too much good, she was always the one looking out for him. He supposed he was just seizing an opportunity to do all the same things for her.

“Sid?” a voice suddenly called out, interrupting his thoughts. A male voice, complete with approaching footsteps. He turned around to see Barney right behind him.

“Hey man,” he greeted in return. He realized he could barely feel the soup bowl in his hands now, so he supposed it was at least cool enough for Sue to eat without burning herself.

“What’re you doin’, standin’ there? Don’t we gotta leave for school soon?”

Sid nodded. He supposed Barney was right for once, and Nana would probably be there to check on him and Sue soon, too. “Yeah, you’re right,” he agreed. “I was just taking this to Sue. She’s sick today, so she’ll be staying home...” He paused for a moment, letting out a breath. “Wouldn’t want her to get worse, with all this wet weather we’re having.”

Barney blinked, as if he was processing the information, before nodding in agreement. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, I guess you’re right about that.” He scratched the back of his neck, looking rather awkward. “Sucks. But I guess she gets a day off out of it, at least. Hope she feels better.”

“Me too,” Sid murmured softly, sighing.

There was an awkward moment where they just sort of looked at each other for a moment, and he could tell Barney wasn’t fully awake yet—not that he could blame him for being a bit out of it. He looked rather dumbfounded, like he was looking for something else to say. And it sort of hit him then that this was the guy his sister had fallen head-over-heels over. The guy she thought about and watched from afar, and in the meantime getting green-eyed over any other girl who got close to him. And it was also then that he got hit with another one of his good ideas. He was on a roll that morning, he supposed— right side of the bed’ and all that.

“Hey, uh, Barn…” Sid began, watching him go wide-eyed—probably thankful for the break in silence.


“Why don’t you take it in to her?” he suggested, holding the soup bowl forward in offering. The way Barney looked at it though, you would’ve thought it was poisoned.

“Me?” he asked.

“Sure, man.” Sid nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. He looked considerably more awake now. “I think she’d really appreciate it.”

“B-but…why?” he stammered; clueless as always.

Sid wasn’t really sure how to properly answer that one. It wasn’t really his place to tell him how his sister felt, after all, so it was his turn feel awkward and speechless now. “Uh…well…” he murmured, blinking a couple times. “I…can’t really explain it. You’ll understand it someday though.” He thought about it for a moment before adding, “…maybe.”

“Whatever…” Barney replied, raising an eyebrow. He took the soup bowl from Sid’s hands, and for a moment he thought he was going to drop it. “I’ll do it.”

“Cool,” Sid replied. “I’ll go have some of it myself back in the kitchen, then.”

“Later, I guess.”

“Tell her I said to hurry up and feel better,” Sid softly added; and he saw Barney disappear into the room. He wasn’t sure if he’d heard him, but he supposed it didn’t matter.

He smiled, thinking of Sue’s possible reactions when she saw him walk in. Her cheeks would flush red of course. Though luckily for her, it wouldn’t matter, since there’d be no way to distinguish whether she was blushing or if the fever was just getting to her. Then she’d probably feel embarrassed first. No one wants to be seen when they’re feeling under the weather, after all, especially not by the one they like-like. But after that, she’d realize they were alone together. She’d freak out. Maybe in a good way…maybe bad. Maybe she’d hate him for this. But he had to try; he had to give her a chance to be alone with him, since he felt like that’s what she would want, ultimately.

Putting her feelings before his own—his own desire, to be in power, to care for her, to baby her—it was nice, in a way. It felt good. And besides—he had all the time in the world to be the overprotective big brother.

Sid walked away from the door, laughing a bit when he heard Sue spring up from her bed, gasping like she’d just been underwater—surprising Barney as a result. No screaming, no glass-breaking however, so he supposed no accident had occurred. But he still shook his head, grinning as he sighed to himself.

“I’m never gonna understand what she sees in that guy…”

A/N: Wow! Um…wow…so…yeah, hi. That…definitely wasn’t even supposed to go over a thousand words. Aaaannnd instead in turned into a…monstrous wordy thing. Sorry about that. First Three Delivery fic, so here’s hoping I didn’t make any egregious errors. And thanks, if you actually did manage to make it to the end—that’s the scene I really wanted to write! So. Yes, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it :)

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