Thank you for everyone who replied to chapter one. Here's chapter two, I hope you enjoy reading this one as well. Let me know what you think, I have chapter three nearly complete and I'll post it soon. Chapter three is where it starts to get interesting...

Today I realized a depressing thought...It's July, which means I start school next month! There's something I'm definitely not looking forward too, last year or not!


Desperate: Chapter Two:

"Ugh, Cath, I don't feel well." Sara moaned as she flopped down on to the couch, her eyes puffy and bloodshot, "What the hell is this crap?" She asked, motioning towards the TV, "And why are you still here?"

Catherine gave Sara a sympathetic smile, "Poor, poor Sara. Do you want me to get your pain medication? Some ginger ale?"

"The whole bottle...of each," Sara moaned, "It feels like NLVHS's marching band is doing it's half-time show in my head...the flag girls are in my stomach."

Lindsey made a face, "You aren't going to puke, are you?" she asked, her head popping up from the floor, where she had been sprawled out watching 'The Fairly Oddparents'.

Sara rolled her eyes, remembering Catherine's similar question the night before, "You really are just like your mother, do you know that?"

"Thank you!" Lindsey chirped, abandoning their conversation as her show started again.

Sara mumbled softly, "I didn't say that was a good thing."

"What was that?" Catherine asked, her eyes narrowing slightly, recognizing the look on Sara's face as one who is making a snarky comment.

Sara looked up, sighing heavily, "I think I'm going to go back to bed."

"Not without breakfast, you aren't," Catherine insisted, leading a hesistant and tired Sara into the kitchen, "I can make toast, eggs, pancakes, or omlets. I can also brew some coffee."

Sara resisted the urge to clap her hands and praise Catherine as if she would a toddler, just to get the smug look off of Catherine's face, along with her patronizing tone. Instead, she rested her head against her arm, mumbling, "Toast and coffee." It took less energy to just respond to Catherine with what she wanted to hear, rather than start an arguement.

Catherine took a coffee mug from the cabinet, pouring coffee into it and adding a dash of cream and sugar, "I'll start your toast. You're looking better, you've got a bit of color today."

"You worked last night, stayed up to torture me and keep me up half the night, and you've been entertaining your daughter for three hours. How are you so awake?" Sara moaned, shielding her eyes as Catherine opened the blinds in the kitchen.

Seeing Sara's discomfort and remembering the migraine, Catherine shut the blinds quickly and apologized, "Years of pratice, hon. How did you stay awake for a day and a half working on a case?"

Sara nodded, stifling a yawn, "Point taken."

"After you eat, you should take a painkiller and get back to bed, sleep heals the body." Catherine commented, watching Sara wince and gently touch her head, "And don't mess with your cut, it won't heal if you're poking at it all the time."

Sara yawned once more, grimacing as the action caused the throbbing in her head to intensify, if that was at all possible, "How can sleep heal my body when you're waking me up every two hours?"

"I could just let you sleep and risk you dying from a head trauma," Catherine retorted sarcastically, "Stop being a baby, Sidle, suck it up. Sheesh, did you give your parents this much hell growing up?"

Sara's eyes darkened a bit, and Catherine wondered if she may have gone too far. Sara never mentioned her parents, come to think of it, and Catherine wasn't sure if their relationship was on good terms or not. "No, I believe it was them raising hell, not the other way around. And I'm not being a baby."

Catherine smiled teasingly, pulling the toast from the toaster and putting it on a plate, "Sara, you're pouting and getting defensive. Next, you'll be having a temper tantrum to get your way. Jelly or butter?"

Sara shook her head, taking the plate from Catherine, "Just the toast will be fine. How long do you plan on staying?"

"We'll see how the patient is doing when it's time for me to go to work," She smirked, "Hey, since you're acting like a kid this morning, do you think calling in and saying my kid is sick would be a good excuse to miss work?"

Sara rolled her eyes, nibbling at the toast, "I didn't know you were into role playing."

"There's so many things you don't know about me." Catherine replied with a sly smile, earning a slight blush from Sara.

After recovering from Catherine's double-meaning remark, Sara laughed, despite the wave of pain that came from doing so, "Like your inability to cook? I don't know anyone who can mess up toast."

"Your taste buds must be off, I am a great cook."

From the living room, Lindsey made gagging noises which indicated otherwise, sending Sara into another fit of laughter. She put a hand to her head to try and steady herself as she was overcome by dizziness before kicking Catherine under the table, "Even your daughter is turning on you."

"It's not me, it's your toaster. How old is that thing anyway? It's got to be older than you are." Catherine said with a smirk.

Lindsey's laughter filled the room, and despite Sara's throbbing head, she couldn't help but smile as well when the child called out, "Do you think it's as old as you are Mom? Did they even have toasters back then?"

Catherine's mouth opened, then shut, several times before huffing a sigh and chosing to ignore her daughter's comment. She was smart enough to know that when they were going to tag team her with insults, it was best to just absorb the blow and not egg them on further...Lindsey was well versed in trading teasing quips with her mother, as was Sara, although sometimes they were more than just teasing quips.

She stood, stretching as she walked to the fridge, "Since you don't like my toast, how about some yogurt or something?"

"I'm really not hungry. The coffee is fine," Sara replied, blushing slighty as Catherine focused her attention on her once more, "Really." She added, at Catherine's disbelieving look.

Catherine shook her head, "No, no, not going to happen. Coffee has no nutritional benefit whatsoever, you need something with substance. How about juice? Orange juice is a good, healthy way to get some nutrients in to your scrawny little body."

"Scrawny?" Sara aked, her eyes widening, then narrowing, "Oh, like you're one to talk."

Catherine, despite her brain telling her to shut up, couldn't resist countering with, "I said scrawny, not sexy."

"So you don't think I'm sexy?" Sara asked indignantly, "Gee, thanks Cath."

Catherine rolled her eyes, "I didn't say you weren't sexy."

"Oh, so I am?"

Catherine blushed slightly, "Oh, shut up, I'm never going to win this one." She thrust a glass of juice into Sara's hands, "Drink up, you look tired."

Sara took a small sip, trying to gauge whether or not she actually wanted the juice, "I just don't seem to be kicking this migraine...usually it clears up after I get that shot, but it just seems to be getting worse."

"It takes time, sometimes." Catherine replied, "Maybe a nice, long hot bath will help some." She reached out to inspect the cut on the back of Sara's head, "We need to change the dressing on your cut, after your nap, remind me and I'll do that for you."

Sara was silent for a moment, sipping her juice slowly, "Why are you doing this? Why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?"

"Because you're my friend, and I'd like to think that you'd do the same for me." Catherine replied after along pause, "Besides, we all know how wonderfully you take care of need someone to make sure you do what the doctor ordered."

Sara blushed, looking down at the counter as she finished her juice. She rinsed the glass out, setting it on the counter and sighing heavily, "I think I'm just going to take a long nap, I'm so tired. You and Lindsey don't have to stay, I'm fine."

"You don't look fine." Catherine said quietly, studying Sara intently, "Your hands are shaking, you're sweating. Do you want to sit down?"

Sara nodded, taking several deep breaths to combat the nausea that was growing inside of her. She took one step towards the table, her legs shaking, and prompty turned back around to be sick in the sink.

Catherine pulled Sara's hair back, taking the clip from her own hair to fasten Sara's. As the younger woman's legs started to give way, Catherine wrapped an arm around her, leading her to a chair and yelling for Lindsey to bring them a wet rag from the bathroom.

"It's definitely time for you to be back in bed." Catherine observed, taking the rag from Lindsey, who remained in the doorway, watching with a concerned expression. Catherine gently used the rag to wipe the sweat from Sara's forehead, whispering softly, "I'm sorry I pushed you to have breakfast."

Sara smiled, shaking her head slowly, "Not your fault, I'm the dummy who listened to you."

"Yeah, well I'm still sorry I pushed you." Catherine whispered, unable to control her growing arousal as she brushed a few strands of hair that had fallen from Sara's clip behind her ear. She gently pulled Sara to her feet, wrapping an arm around her, feeling her own insides quiver with feelings she had never had before towards Sara, towards anyone. She led Sara down the hall, pausing halfway as Sara moaned softly, "You okay? Are you going to throw up?"

Sara shook her head, regretting the movement as silver specks flickered before her eyes, "I just need some Tylenol, my headache's moving down into my shoulders, I hate this."

"I know you do, hon." Catherine replied, straightening the covers on Sara's bed, "It will be over soon, then you'll be ready to kick my ass for babying you like I have been."

Sara mumbled something incoherently as she began to fall asleep, and Catherine smiled from the doorway, reluctant to leave. Sara was so beautiful when she slept, and Catherine didn't want to leave her side. Hearing Lindsey sniffle from the living room broke Catherine's thoughts, and she walked back towards her daughter, "What's wrong?"

"I'm scared." Lindsey sniffled, her forehead crinkled in worry, "Sara's really sick."

Catherine shook her head, "It's not that bad, sweetie, she's going to be fine. She's just got a really bad headache that's making her insides feel yucky. After she takes a nap, she'll be as good as new."

Lindsey nodded, still carrying a worried expression on her face. She thought for a few moments before asking, "Can I go play at a friend's house? Like Jenna or Mabel? I don't want to stay here."

"There's nothing to be scared of." Catherine said, rolling her eyes, "But if you want to go play, you can call and see if they're home."

Lindsey took Catherine's cell phone, flipping through Catherine's address book until she found Mabel's number, "It's not that she's scary, it just makes me sad to see her hurt. And when she's hurting, it makes you sad too, and that makes me even sadder."

Lindsey walked onto the balcony, talking on the phone as her friend answered, leaving Catherine to wonder how Lindsey could read her emotions so well, when she couldn't even figure out what she was feeling. Her daughter was right, though, there definitely was some sort of feelings there.

Creeping back into the hallway, she pushed open Sara's door, silently watching as Sara slept, trying to figure out exactly what her feelings were. When did things get so complicated?