WE ARE SO FREAKING SORRY. HONESTLY WE ARE. WE DID NOT INTEND FOR THIS TO TAKE THIS LONG. I know, it's been over like, three months, and for that we apologize, honestly we do. It's just that school started getting harder, we had a lot of work, and we didn't have much time to work on this story, being that we were doing it together. And we're so sorry, we started working on another project (Pen Pals), which we kind of stopped working on, and I've been working on other stories, and I just got a Twilighted account, so I'm working on posting things on that site, and on MTT we're working on posting things. And WE ARE SORRY.

Anyways, we're back now, and hopefully will be able to get you more chapters soon. I told BSan (the other author) that we really had to work on this story because our reviewers and readers are amazing.

Okay, we left off with the Cullens (minus Esme and Carlisle) staying at Dwight's farm with Jim and Pam. Jim ate some bad eggs and got sick.

Enjoy, and we are so sorry.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Alice rapped on the door twice, making her presence known, and walked in on Rosalie and Emmett. Rosalie was sitting in the center of the room, looking bored and especially annoyed, and Emmett was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a wide grin on his face. Alice rolled her eyes.

"Emmett… what did you do?"

Jasper followed, and Rosalie immediately looked relaxed. Alice smiled at Jasper, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

It was then that Jim walked inside. His face was pale, almost green-looking. Alice was on her feet immediately, looking at him with concern.

"Bathroom," he croaked, clutching his stomach. Alice shot Jasper a desperate look – partially because she felt bad for Jim, but mostly because she really didn't want to get puked on – and Jasper shrugged. He tried to make the air in the room calmer, but he couldn't do much for Jim's stomach. Jim ran out of the room into the bathroom next door, and the four vampires soon heard retching noises.

"That sucks," Emmett observed.

"Poor Jim," Alice cooed.

"It's disgusting," Rosalie observed, wincing at the loud noises coming from next door.

Before Alice could reprimand her, Pam scurried into the room, looking around frantically. "Have any of you seen Jim? He…" She stopped, mid-sentence, when she heard the noises coming from the bathroom. She sighed. "My guess is that that's not Bella?"

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Your fiancé is sick."

Pam cocked her head, and immediately saw what Angela looked like ten years before she started working at the office. "Thank you, Rosalie. I'm just gonna go…" She finished her sentence with hand gestures, and by backing out of the room.

Emmett shook his head slowly. "Damn. What the hell did he eat?"

"Dwight's eggs," Edward supplied, walking into the room. "He probably has some sort of stomach bug now."

"That sucks," Emmett repeated.

"We get it, Emmett," Rosalie snapped.

Emmett rolled his eyes. "It sucks because we can't prank Dwayne-"

"Dwight," Edward interrupted.

"Whatever," Emmett exclaimed. "What I mean is that we can't prank him anymore… vampires can't get sick, y'know?"

"And all this time I thought he was an idiot," Alice teased, "but he's actually right. We really can't get sick."

Pam said, "Oh, but Dwight is actually an idiot, he just has his non-idiotic moments."

"This whole prank is stupid anyway," Rosalie said. "Why don't we just stop?"

"Stop being such a downer, Rose," Edward groaned. "We can figure out a loophole."

"We are good at coming up with those," Alice said, grinning.

Bella walked into the room, perching herself on Edward's lap. "I heard something about loopholes. I can help."

"Of course you can!" Alice exclaimed, laughing. "You're the one that always needs them."

"Very true." Bella sat forward, leaning closer to Alice, and excited smile playing at her lips. "So… what do we have to work with, here?"

Edward whispered the answer into her ear, and she raised her eyebrows.

"We have to…"

--

Jim leaned his head against the rim of the toilet seat, groaning. Pam rubbed his lower back soothingly. "Don't worry, we'll never eat Dwight's eggs again," she soothed.

"Pam," he moaned. "Using the word Dwight just makes me sicker."

Pam leaned in and hugged him. "You okay?"

Jim nodded his head, "Why didn't you get sick?"

Pam shrugged, "I guess I just have a strong immune system."

"Lucky."

Pam smiled, "Yeah."

Jim scooted back, and they both leaned against the wall across from the toilet. The bathroom wasn't big; Pam was pressed against the bathtub and Jim's legs were curled up, but Jim didn't care. They were close together, Pam gently rubbing Jim's stomach.

She felt it grumble beneath her hand. "Do you have to…"

"Nah. I'm alright." He resisted the urge to place a kiss on her lips, and instead, pressed his lips to the top of her head.

"Do you want to go lie down with me?"

"In a coffin?"

"I'm sure Dwight has a bed," she assured. "We'll go look for it, and I'll get some Pepto Bismol."

Pam stood up and helped Jim up. He felt his health deteriorating by the second: his legs felt like jelly, and he couldn't help but lean into Pam heavily. Pam put Jim's arm around her shoulders so that he wouldn't fall. She steadied the both of them, and they started back to the American Room, where she knew that Dwight had 2 beds set up. On the way down the hall, Pam whispered reassurances to Jim, trying not to fall under his weight.

Pam smiled remembering something, "I'm not going to have to spray you with water am I?"

Jim just rolled his eyes at Pam, "No, that's really okay."

They reached the room and walked over to the bed. "I'm so sorry," he said once he was lying down. His eyes were already half-closed, and his words were slurred. "I didn't mean-"

"Jim," she murmured, silencing him. "It wasn't your fault."

"I know, but-"

This time, Pam silenced him with a gentle kiss on the mouth. She pulled the blanket around him, and then pressed her lips to his forehead. She pulled back, shocked. "Jim, you're burning up."

Pam pulled back, and saw that her fiancé's eyes were completely closed. His breathing was shallow, and he was pale as a ghost. "Oh my God," she whispered. She gripped his shoulder tightly, shaking him. "Jim, can you hear me? Are you awake?"

"Mrumph," was the only sound that escaped him.

Pam sighed with relief. At least he was conscious. She'd never seen him this sick, though, and was scared half to death. What should she do? She didn't know what kind of medicine to give him… she didn't even know what he had. All of a sudden, she remembered that Edward and Bella's friend, Carlisle, was a doctor. Of course! The Cullens would know what to do!

Pam placed a kiss on Jim's forehead and ran to Rosalie and Emmett's room, where all of the vampires were before she left to help Jim. They were still talking in a group, but when they saw Pam, the abruptly stopped.

Pam looked directly at Bella. "Jim's really sick."

"Is he alright?" Bella asked.

"I… I don't know," she muttered.

Edward was on his feet the moment the words escaped Pam's lips, knowing full well what Jim was going through. "Is he feverish? Is his complexion pale?"

"Yeah," she replied, leading him to the room, Emmett following behind. "His breathing is really shallow, too…"

Edward and Emmett walked into the room, Pam right after. Bella was close behind. Pam sat down on the bed next to Jim, wiping the sweat from his brow. She disappeared for a moment, and quickly came back with a cool washcloth, resting it on his forehead. Emmett smirked.

"Pam, it looks like you've got it under control," he laughed.

Edward nodded. "He just has a stomach virus. The fever should go down within a few hours."

"Nothing too serious?" Pam asked.

"Not at all," Edward reassured her. "We'll leave you two alone."

"Thanks, Edward," Pam smiled. Edward and Emmett nodded, and they left the room. Bella followed Edward and Emmett. Pam got Jim water, placed some mints – for his stomach – on the night table, and sat down on the bed.

Jim felt the bed shift, and his eyes opened ever so slightly. "Can I still prank?" he mumbled.

Pam giggled. "We'll see. Get some rest first, you dork."

Jim reached a shaky hand out to rest against Pam's cheek. She leaned down, kissed his mouth gently, and stood, wrapping the blankets tighter around him.

"I love you," she murmured.

His eyes brightened for a moment, then they closed slowly. Pam was about to get up to leave the room so that Jim could get some peaceful sleep but she felt a weak arm wrap around her waist to stop her.

"Please don't go."

Pam kissed Jim's forehead and laid down next to him. A few minutes later Jim's breath got even and he fell asleep. As much as she wanted to frown, she couldn't help but smile. She hated that Jim was sick, but she loved taking care of him.

I know, it was short, and mostly fluffy and fillerish, but at least it was something correct? We are so sorry, truly we are.

NO, we are NOT dropping this story, YES it is going to be shorter than we originally planned. We are sorry for this, and we hope that you all forgive us.

Thank you for all the reviewers who made sure that this story was continued. We are happy to hear so many people like this story, and has gotten a good laugh from our readers.

Thank you for reading, and I will try to write more and work on posting another chapter shortly.

- Morine (and BSan in thought although she did not contribute to this A/N, but she is sorry for making you all wait so long.)