A/N: I do not own Alvin and the Chipmunks.


By Indigo44

Alvin Seville awoke feeling hollow, to say it best. His stomach ached with hunger yet he had no urge to eat, and the need to drink a river in order to satisfy his thirst. He wasn't in pain, but it was almost the aftershock of pain, when you're worried that something you've suffered from for days will return and the memory of it is fresh in your head.

He sat up, stretching his arms out in front of him. He sloppily clicked his tongue a few times, looking like a dog lapping up water, feeling the lack of fluids in his mouth. He stood up and fished around for some clean clothes on his floor. Finding a red jersey and decent blue jeans he put them on and set out downstairs to the kitchen.

"Hey." Theodore greeted when he saw his brother.

"Mmmm." Alvin responded. He sat down, cupping his face in his hands.

"What do you feel like this morning Alvin? Eggs? Cereal?" Dave asked from behind the stove.

"Umm…nothing." Alvin's voice slightly muffled from his mouth being behind his hand.

"Alvin, you have to eat something. "

"I don't…feel like it."

"You feeling ok?" Simon asked, finally looking up from his cereal.

Alvin attempted to smile. "Pssh, yeah, of course I am." He got up and got a box from the cupboard. "I'll just have poptarts. Anyone want to split them with me?"

"They're hardly substantial as it is, Alvin. Just eat them yourself so you'll have food in your system." Dave said, walking over to the table with his own bowl of cereal.

"Whatever." Alvin mumbled. He opened a package of poptarts and stuck them in the toaster. He waited several seconds before becoming impatient and popping them up early. He reached out to grab them and burned his hand in the process. "Ow! Fu—"

"Alvin!" Dave said warningly."

"What?! I just said...fuuhhh. As in, it's fuuun to get you hand burnt off by the freaking toaster. "Alvin responded. Simon chuckled lightly.

"You ok?" Theodore asked about his brother's fingers.

Alvin didn't respond. He grabbed a paper towel and delicately placed both poptarts on it. "I'm going to head out, I'll see you guys at school." He picked up his food and walked out before Dave could call him back.

Outside he threw the poptarts into the garbage without taking a bite of them. He didn't think he would be able to keep them in his stomach if he ate them. He sighed as he started walking, shoving his hands in his pockets. He wished he had brought a water bottle with him. His mouth was starting to feel like a beach.

Alvin walked alone for the majority of the time. The closer he got to school the more kids he saw doing the same thing as him. Including several girls he had no trouble taking notice of.

"Claire." He said to a brunette that walked past him. She turned and smiled. "Very nice blouse this morning." He smirked his "sexy" smirk at her and she blushed.

He continued walking, seeing Kelly and complimenting her hair, and receiving the same reaction.

"Natalie." He called. She turned and looked at him, expressionless. "Wanna go for round two?" He lifted his eyebrows in an insinuating manner. The corners of her lips curved upward slightly. "Pick you up later." He walked away after giving a wink.


The chipmunk turned around and saw his green-clad friend.

"Eleanor…" No, wait, too young to flirt with. "Hey Eleanor."

"Hi." She smiled sweetly. "Where are your brothers?"

"Still at home probably. Hey, do you have any water?" He asked.

"Yeah." She looked at him curiously before reaching into her bag and handing over her water. "Did the walk here wipe you out? That's a new one." She joked.

He shook his head as he drank. He drank and drank until he reached the bottom of the bottle and handed it back to her. She looked at it comically.

"Sorry…I uh…didn't mean to drink all of it." Alvin said. She shook her head, forgiving him. "I've just been thirsty for the last several days. I don't know. Probably just sick with something. It can't be much longer until it goes away."

Eleanor looked at him, searching his face as if she could see what his sickness could be. Her staring was making him uncomfortable. He put a hand on her back and pushed her forward so they started walking together.

"Where are your sisters?" He asked.

"Already here, I think. I woke up and they were already gone."

"I've never understood how you guys can be such early risers." Alvin said, getting a giggle from her.

"Maybe it's less of us waking up early and more of you guys waking up late." She pointed out. He rolled his eyes. The two saw Brittany by her locker and walked up to her.

"Hey Britt." Ellie called. Brittany looked up and smiled.

"So, Brittany, you never got back to me about our date…" Alvin said, his eyes relaxing into his familiar flirting expression. "I was thinking, maybe we could—"

"No." Brittany cut across him.


"Oh sorry, you don't know Spanish. Let me say it in English. No." Brittany smirked.

"Oh come on, you know you want—" Before he could speak further he felt huge wake of...nothing. He couldn't feel anything, causing his legs to fall out from under him. He fell, his back against the lockers his head hitting a lock.

"Alvin?" Ellie asked, concern evident on her face.

"What's wrong with him?" Brittany asked, both of them crouching down to look at him.

"I'm f-fine." He said, trying to push himself up. "I'll, uh, see you later." Alvin moved wobbly through the halls, supporting himself on the wall as he went.


Simon walked into his morning government class carrying two backpacks. He sat down next to Alvin like he always did and handed his brother one of them.

"You forgot this at home." Simon said. Alvin looked up and took it.

"Thanks." He mumbled. He immediately opened the biggest pocket and grabbed his water bottle, gushing the fluids down his throat.

"Easy man, you'll choke that way." But Alvin wasn't listening.

The teacher started class then, continuing their lecture on the legislation branch. Simon began writing notes on how a bill became a law. Alvin cleared his throat and raised his hand.

"Yes Mr. Seville?" The teacher asked. Simon looked up, thinking for a second that he'd been called.

"Can I use the bathroom?" Alvin asked with urgency in his voice.

"Mr. Seville it's the beginning of class, you should have gone before the bell."

"Please!" Alvin cried. His feet we dancing beneath his chair, his hands clenching and unclenching.

The teacher was taken aback by the outcry. "A-alright. Go ahead." Alvin took off. Simon watched him go, his eyes going wide.

"That was new." Simon mumbled.

"Something to say, Mr. Seville?" The teacher turning to Simon and becoming annoyed.

"Uh, no sir, I'm sorry."

The lecture continued and Alvin came back a couple minutes later. Almost as soon as he sat back down he coughed to get Simon's attention. Simon, who normally would have ignored him, decided to look over in case Alvin was reacting badly to something and needed his help.

"Can I have some of your water?" Alvin asked meekly. He was looking pale. Simon lifted an eyebrow and nodded. He reached down quickly, not wanting to miss too much of the lesson, and handed his brother the water.

Forty minutes later Alvin's hand was in the air again, intending to ask for another bathroom break.


At lunch Simon went to his locker to exchange his books for his next class.

"Hi." A meek voice greeted him. Simon turned and saw Jeanette.

"Hi." He saw, grinning fully.

"Would you happen to have time later to help me with my Statistics homework?" She asked, tucking a stand of hair behind her ear.

"Of course! Wait, you're taking stats?"

"Yeah…against better judgment." She smiled and giggled.

Simon chucked. "Well yeah, I was going to say that too. But sure, I can be over at your house anytime."

Jeanette smiled and nodded. "OK."

"Hey guys." Theodore came walking up.

"Hey, where's Alvin?" Simon asked, knowing that his two brothers just had the same class together.

"In the bathroom, this is the third time in an hour."

"Is Alvin sick?" Jeanette asked, not understanding.

"It seems so but I'm not sure."

"Maybe he's just becoming a water addict. He downed my water bottle in about a minute." Theodore told them.

Alvin rounded the corner and saw them standing there. They all looked at him and he raised an eyebrow.

"What are you guys doing? Why aren't you in the cafeteria?" He asked.

"Just heading there, let's go." Simon said, motioning for Alvin to follow.

When the four of them got in line they met up with Brittany and Eleanor. Each of them took their turns to look and stare at Alvin, which he hardly noticed. Alvin bought two more waters at the vending machine and began to drink, his eyes glazing over.


"Come on, let's get outta here." Alvin called to his brothers.

"Just hold on, I have to go get my old stats book so I can help Jeanette later." Simon told them, walking off toward his locker.

"Why do you keep your old text books?" Theodore asked.

"Because he thinks if he can save them long enough then they'll be worth millions when all the others are burned and buried!" Alvin said dramatically. His brothers laughed at him.

"At least his humor is coming back." Simon told himself as he reached his locker. "Twenty-nine, seven, twenty-two." He whispered to himself as he turned the lock.

"Hey, Seville!" A deep, resonating voice called to him. Simon felt his heart stop for a moment. Crap.

Trying to act casual Simon responded, "Yes Brett?" He turned to see the big, letterman-jacket-wearing, football player.

"Hey, those notes you gave me for my history class worked. Thanks." Brett grinned.

"Uhh…" This was unexpected. "You're welcome." Simon turned back, grabbed his stats book, and put it in his bag.

"Yeah, but uh, I need some help getting notes for my English class."

Simon sighed. Of course he would want something else. "What topic?"

"The Tempest." Brett answered.

Simon felt relief. "I'm sorry Brett, I don't have those notes, I never had to read the Tempest in English." He turned and looked the jock in the eyes. Brett's expression turned to that of incomprehension.

"Simon, man, I thought we were friends."

Simon cocked his head. "I'm sorry, Brett. I…I don't know what to tell you. I don't have the notes."

Before he could understand what was happening he was pinned against his locker and a giant fist against his lungs, knocking the breath out of him.

"Seville, friends help each other, alright? Now, why don't you help me by making those notes for me, and I'll help you by not kicking you in the nads, huh?" Brett's breath radiated across Simon's face and made it even harder to breath. Simon opened his mouth to respond, but no sound came out. Brett slapped him across the face. "Huh? What do you say, Seville?"

"Hey!" Simon could hear Alvin's voice coming from down the hall. "Let go of my brother, asshole!" Footsteps could be heard. Simon tried to shake himself free, trying to stop Alvin, trying to do anything to stop the situation.

"Go screw yourself." Brett called back. Simon could see Alvin in the corner of his eye.

"He—" Alvin reached out to put a hand on Brett's should but was stopped by something. It seemed to be in his throat. Alvin clutched at his mouth and his stomach. He knelt down, unable to stand, and vomited all over Brett's shoes.

"Arrg!" Brett cried, releasing Simon enough for air to rush into his lungs. He kicked Alvin, causing him to roll onto his back. Vomit covered his lips and his eyes were barely open.

"Alvin!" Simon called, trying to get down next to him. A fist came crashing down on the side of his face, sending Simon to the floor.

"God, see what you idiots made me do?" Brett cried. Huge hands picked Simon up again and he was looking Brett in the eyes again. "You better get those notes ready, and sure as hell not let this douche show his face around me again." Brett nodded toward Alvin. He threw Simon against the lockers again and delivered a knee to the boy's stomach.

Simon knelt, clutching his stomach and coughing his lungs out. He heard footsteps walking away from him, and another pair running toward him.

"Simon! Simon, are you alright?!" Theodore cried.

Simon shook his head and thrust his finger toward Alvin. "See to…" He coughed several more times. "See to Alvin." He looked up quick enough to see Theodore move toward Alvin. In the corner of his eye he saw the Chipettes running toward them.

"S-Simon, what….Alvin and you…" Brittany tried to speak. Simon looked at Jeanette. She was looking back, her mouth covered by her hands and tears running down her cheeks. She had seen everything. Eleanor crouched by Alvin and shook him.

"Alvin? Alvin!" Eleanor called.

"He's not waking up." Theodore said. "Ellie, call 911."


That's number one. Hope you enjoyed it. A little known fact, I write faster when I know people are waiting for updates. So if you want to see this continue sooner, please review. The next chapter will be along shortly.