darth_stitch | Aw hell....I'm too sick for this, Badfic Plot Tiggers!!!!!

Attack of the Badfic Plot Tigger Part Deux

Darth Stitch was a perfectly miserable bundle of furry blue alien.

For some rather strange reason, her alien physiology was peculiarly vulnerable to Earth cold viruses and one particularly nasty strain of said virus was currently playing merry havoc with her respiratory system. She was currently curled up in bed, wrapped in a warm blanket with a rather large box of Kleenex, sneezing and coughing every few minutes. Her head hurt, her lungs hurt and she really really missed being able to breathe without a clogged nose and aching throat in the way.

Hell, even her ears hurt and having them long and floppy was not helping.

She'd been miserable for almost a full week and she was getting rather worried about her work at the office and the welfare of her Muses.

Especially her Muses. Who knew what trouble they'd gotten themselves into now? The Harry and Severus Muses were the absolute worst of the lot, Harry especially being a trouble magnet of catastrophic proportions. Even the Ranma Saotome Muse had to take his Chinese military cap off to the myriad ways Harry could get himself into the worst scrapes.

Her Severus Muse was absolutely NO help in that department. Despite his Slytherin sensibilities, there was a decidedly Gryffindor-ish streak in the man that made 'Stitch suspect that the Potions Master might have just missed being put in the House of the Lion by a hair. Honestly, the whole double-crossing, secret-agent, spying on Voldemort deal was enough to make one get some interesting ideas.

Not to mention the fact that whether Severus wanted to admit it or not, Harry was a terrible influence on him.

Heh. True love. What else could Stitch say?

Reading about the other Severus Snape, who was currently throwing a terribly adorable Jealous Hissy Fit (you know, the one shacked up with Draco Malfoy in

hp_dungeons - the only time Stitch can stand reading Snape paired with anyone other than Harry although she has a yen for Sam-written Snupin from time to time) gave her the giggles. The giggles turned into a rather painful coughing fit.

A soothing hand rubbed her back while she was made to drink something that tasted vaguely of cherry cough syrup except that it quieted her aching throat and chest in an instant, almost like magic. Stitch wearily blinked watery eyes at someone who vaguely resembled her favorite Revenant Prince, Kyrys Alyardi.

"Kyrys? That you?"

"Er....I'm afraid not, Miss Stitch."

Stitch rubbed at her eyes to stare at the newcomer. Okay. Not Kyrys Alyardi - that nose was a wee bit too...um, Romanesque for that. The voice was vaguely familiar, except that the register was just an octave lighter than she was used to.

Wait a minute. She reached for her glasses and took another good look at the kind fellow who helped her out. He was very young - seventeen? Eighteen? Dark eyes, longish dark hair, not exactly as pretty as many of her Muses tended to be, especially the Anime characters, but striking was a good description. He'd probably look better as he grew older. He actually reminded her of Methos, especially with that nose and that voice.

The astute readers will probably have made some good guesses as to who 'Stitch's mysterious visitor was. Ordinarily 'Stitch was quicker on the uptake than this but being overdosed on cold meds tended to slow her brain.

"Um. Not that I'm being ungrateful or anything (thanks ever so for whatever it is you gave me) but who on earth are you?"

He had the grace to look abashed. "I was hoping you would tell me."

Stitch's heart sank. "Another guy with Serious Amnesia Problems, eh?" She had them before - she tended to have a lot of Muses with that problem. Spike was the last Muse to suffer it - the result of Stitch refusing to acknowledge most of Buffy Season 7.

"I'm afraid so."

"Er...you have no clues whatsoever to your identity?"

"Just my name. And some useful information like making that potion I just made you drink. But not much else."

Cold meds. It was the cold meds that wasn't allowing Stitch to make the inevitable conclusion. "And your name would be....?"

"Severus Snape."

"WHAT?!!!!"

"Voldemort got to him," said her suitably teenaged Harry Muse from the door. "Him and that Stark Raving Mad Plot Tigger you had while talking to

vileseagulls a few days ago."

Stitch groaned. "I'm NOT even supposed to write that yet! I have other stories to finish first!"

Harry Muse shrugged and put an arm around the currently teenaged Severus Muse, who blushed a little but didn't complain. "You were too sick to keep the Plot Tigger under control. He got loose."

"Oh good grief...." Stitch sank bank against her pillows and groaned.

Harry Muse grinned a bit slyly. "Well, having him being my one and only roommate was great though. Never slept better in my life -- OI!!" He winced as the teenaged Severus'elbow made contact with his ribs.

"Mr. Potter, I'm sure Miss Stitch is not interested in what goes on behind the closed doors of our dorm room," Severus said primly, although his cheeks were a rather becoming shade of pink.

"She is, love, believe me."

"Isn't it a little too early for the two of you to get around to making Katerina?" Stitch remarked dryly.

"No. We're just having a lot of fun practicing," Harry informed her cheerfully. "OI!" This time, he was able to dodge Severus' elbow.

"I'd better NOT be the pregnant one, Potter," Severus growled, sounding a little more like the cranky Potions Master of old. "I refuse to endure the morning sickness."

"Oh, your turn will come later. I get to have a go at that pregnant business first. Besides, with what we've been doing lately, I really WILL get to go first...."

Severus turned to Stitch desperately. "Is he ALWAYS like this?"

Stitch nodded, trying not to laugh. "But you love him anyway. And man, do you know that you're absolutely precious when you blush? You NEVER used to do that before!"

Severus buried his face in his hands, mumbling, "Oh dear Merlin..."

Harry wrapped his arms around his blushing lover and managed to kiss him just beneath his ear. Which got Severus to look up. He was still a bit pink but he wasn't complaining about the cuddling, which was something he wasn't likely to do when he was himself. Stitch RARELY saw her Snape and Harry Muses do any kind of public displays of affection. This was kinda fun, actually.

"Er...Stitch, mind if I steal him away for a bit and get back to um....regaining his lost memories?" Harry asked.

"Or making new ones," Stitch snickered and waved a tired hand. "Shoo, both of you! I'm too sick to contend with both of your combined teenage hormones!"

"Something to look forward to when you're better then," Harry Muse told her as he fled Stitch's bedroom, dragging a not really reluctant Severus in his wake.

Stitch snickered and shook her head. Something told her she'd better ask Ron and Neville about how to cast Silencing Charms....

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