Ok as you all know if you have been reading my fic you know Wufei is sick: well this is how our little darling got that way.

I don't own them.

Warnings: Wufei is cold and gets sick. I know I feel his pain too. Oh and Treize and Zechs sleep, yes sleep, in the same bed.

A five year old boy turned over and shivered. Why was it so cold in here. Cracking open one dark eye the boy took in the dark room. A swift kick to the butt and a whispered cry of tea time told him where he was. Trowa was at his side kicking him and Quatre was close by. A look down told him that he was also quiet coverless. Reaching over to the boy beside him he began to pull on the blankets.

"No you stupid lion leave my blankie alone!!!!!!!!!"(1) cried out the little boy as he kicked and trashed. Wufei not wanting to wake the other boys up seeing as how Duo had only just stopped talking, left Trowa alone. Getting out of the bed, he walked over to the side of the bed that Heero slept on. Trying to crawl onto the bed, he pushed Heero into Duo only to have the Japanese boy take the covers with him!

Giving up, but all the while muttering about the injustice, he curled up in his space beside Trowa and tried to fall back to sleep.

A moan sounded in the quiet of the five little boys room. Quatre opened his eyes at the pained sound that Wufei was making.

"Wufei what is wrong?!" asked the boy in an urgent whisper.

"I don't feel so good Quatre I think I am going to be sick."

Seeing that Wufei was very pale, Quatre ran out of the room into the hall. Running as fast as his little legs would carry him he soon found himself outside of Treize and Zechs. slinging the door open he quickly made his way in the dark to the bed the two men shared.

"Treize wake up!" the boy jumped as high as he could and managed to crawl up onto the massive bed.

"Treize please Wufei is sick." Hearing Quatre's soft little voice and his shaking, Treize pulled himself into the real world.

"Hum, what was that. The Dragon is sick?" At the little boy's tearful nod, Treize crawled out of bed and donned a robe. Picking up the small blond boy, he rushed off to the children's room.

Opening the door and walking to Wufei's side. Sitting down on the edge of the bed he placed his hand on the boys forehead. The young dragon was burning up.

"What's wrong dragon? Where do you feel bad?" "I'm so cold, I can't get warm, and I feel so dizzy." Wufei began shivering hard even as his body burned.

Tucking Quatre back in, he whispered for him not to worry and that he would see Wufei soon. Taking the Dragon in his arms he carried him out of the room. Walking back to his and Zechs' room, he woke his lover.

"Zechs get the doctor, the dragon is sick." Zechs at seeing the young boy moving weakly in Treize's arms quickly dressed and went to fetch Sally. Laying Wufei on the bed, he covered him and began to stroke his soft hair.

"What did you do to get sick my dragon? Did you stay in the bath to long?"

"The c-covers w-were being h-hogged.

"Ahh,I see. Well, let's get you out of these PJ's. You're burning up."

Wufei nodded his head weakly as he began scratching his side. He lifted his arms so Treize could get his top over his head. When Treize got the top off he paused.

"Wufei is this what you were scratching?" asked Treize as he pointed to a raised bump on Wufei's skin. The boy nodded and began scratching at his arm. Treize grabbed the little hand and looked at his arm. There he found another bump just like the first.

The door opened to let in Sally and Zechs.

"Sally I think I know what he has but only you can tell for sure." A few minute later and Treize knew he was right. The dragon had the chicken pox.

"Records show the other boys have all had it, so we need not worry about spreading it to them, but just in case I want them moved to a different room. Here, put this on the spots to keep them from itching. I have given him a shot for the fever so that should keep it from coming back, but keep an eye on him anyway. I'm going to go look in on the others and see them moved to their new room." With that last, the doctor left the two men with their charge.

Treize and Zechs applied the lotion to the boy and redressed him. Soon the three of them were tucked comfortably in the king-sized bed. Wufei curled close to Treize for warmth and wrapped a strand of Zechs' silken hair in his little hand. The night was once again peaceful.

Kalove