A/N: In this fic, Sasori is just as tall as Deidara but he can be any height! Use your imagination to picture them! And I don't own Naruto!

Nobody knew quite when it started or how, but Deidara had started acting oddly. It was obvious to Sasori, his lover, especially in the mornings. They would wake up in bed together and the puppet master would watch as Deidara's eyes widened in slight panic as he looked around the room before suddenly relaxing.

"What's wrong, Dei?" Sasori asked, combing his hand through his lover's hair after he had calmed down.

"It's nothing, Danna, un. It's just silly."

"Tell me anyways," Sasori pestered, causing Deidara to scowl.

"I…I didn't know where I was."

Sasori raised an eyebrow and continued to stroke the blonde's long locks. "You're in our bedroom, brat. I know you just moved here a month ago, but you should be use to it by now since you practically lived here before then."

Indeed, Deidara had upped and moved into Sasori's apartment, not that the red head was complaining. He didn't like the neighborhood Deidara's old apartment was in anyways as it had an unusually high crime rate. Deidara had been assaulted a number of times walking home (he didn't own a car) and it seemed there was one time too many. Sasori was happy, in fact, with the blonde's presence in his apartment.

Deidara's scowl furthered, growing more into a pout than anything. "I told you it was silly. It was just as if…I forgot what this place was, yeah."

That wasn't the only instance Sasori noticed odd behavior, though he wasn't becoming worried quite yet. He would sometimes look at an object in concentration before either scowling or retrieving it.\

"Danna, will you pass me that…um…" Deidara was filling out some forms for the new art studio he and Sasori were going to be opening up.

"Hm?" Sasori looked up from his own forms, turning his attention to the blonde. Then he noticed what Deidara was staring at. It was a black stapler. Sasori frowned and picked it up. "Deidara, this is a stapler."

"I knew that, Danna, yeah!" Deidara huffed, grabbing at the offending article. Sasori grabbed his arm, however, pulling him closer.

"Then why didn't you say it?"

Deidara blushed and looked down, anywhere to get away from Sasori's piercing gaze.

"I…I forgot."

Sasori raised an eyebrow and pulled Deidara into a hug. "What's going on with you, Dei?"

Deidara shook his head and nuzzled his face into the crook of his Danna's neck. "I don't know, un…"

Sasori sighed and pulled away so he could kiss his boyfriend's forehead and card his hand through his hair.

Sasori had come to the grim conclusion that there was something wrong with his brat and he was Not Happy about that. Now came the hard task of getting Deidara to agree to go to the doctor. Sasori had never been able to get the reason out of him, but Deidara had an extreme fear of hospitals and doctors and anything medical altogether. The red head even had trouble getting him to take cold medicine.

"You've been behaving very strange lately, Dei. I think we should go to the doctor to find out what's wrong."

"No, un!" Deidara yelled, attempting to pull away from Sasori, but the red head had a firm hold on his body. He sighed, fully expecting this reaction, and pulled Deidara against him, crushing his arms against both of their chests. He would just have to do his best to calm the brat down.

"Dei, I know you're scared…I know…" Sasori muttered in between the blonde's increasingly loud sobs.

"Hush, Deidara, shhh…I'll be there the entire time if you want me…" At this Deidara stilled and pressed himself against the red head's chest and his sobs quieted.

"Danna?"

"Yes, brat?"

"Why am I crying, hm?"

Sasori's eyes widened and he thought fast, stroking Deidara's hair gently.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Kay. I'm tired, yeah."

Sasori chuckled and kissed the side of his boyfriend's head before leading him to their bedroom, forms long forgotten.

"Go to sleep then, brat." Sasori said, helping Deidara lie down in their made bed and covering him with the quilt at the foot of the bed.

The next day, Sasori decided to go ahead and drive them both to the emergency room, despite the fact that neither one of them had health insurance. Sasori supposed he should have listened to Kakuzu's advice those months ago to forgo the down payment of their new art studio in order to secure the funds they would need for health insurance. He had endured a half hour lecture about how important it was to keep up with your health insurance just in case of emergency. He sure was regretting it now, however, as he paled at what it might cost to get Deidara medical treatment.

"Danna, where are we going, hm?" Deidara asked, fiddling with a ball of clay that Sasori had thoughtfully brought along, hoping it would keep the brat calm during the stressful visit. Thankfully, they hadn't gotten within sight of the hospital building yet.

"You'll see when we get there, brat," Sasori muttered, keeping his eyes strictly on the road. He didn't want to see the hurt and betrayal in Deidara's eyes when they got within sight of the hospital.

He had considered maybe calling Hidan or Kisame to accompany them, but eventually decided against it. Hidan would be too loud and obnoxious for the hospital scene no matter how much comfort he might bring and then Kakuzu would hear about it and he would have to endure another huge lecture.

Kisame would probably be a good choice if he and Itachi weren't attached at the hip. Now, Itachi, Sasori knew, had no problem with Deidara but for some reason Deidara kept picking fights with him and when questioned about it he would clam up and not respond.

Zetsu and Tobi…no. Zetsu and Deidara didn't interact much and Tobi would just make the blonde stress out even more with his overexuberance.

The only other options were Pein and Konan and while Konan would probably try to mother Deidara, she would never go anywhere without Pein and Deidara would definitely not enjoy appearing weak in front of their stoic "leader". No…it would be better with just him and Deidara.

All too quickly for Sasori's liking they pulled into the hospital parking lot. It was eerily quiet in the seat next to him and he could almost picture the brat having a panic attack just from the proximity of the building and all of the information signs. He didn't actually look at Deidara until they pulled into a parking space.

He sat quietly for a moment, thinking about what he would say to the petrified blonde, before turning to face him. "Brat."

What he saw those, made his eyes widen in shock, not worry.

He was calm. Completely calm. In fact, he was staring out the window in total relaxation as his hands squished the clay then rolled it up in a ball again and repeated the process.

"Hm?" Deidara asked, turning to Sasori with a smile. "You should have told me we were going to the hospital, yeah. I would have brought something to read."

Sasori continued to stare as the blonde calmly opened the door and got out of the car before stretching his back. "Coming, Danna, un? What are we here for, anyway, hm?"

Walking on ice, the red head spoke softly. "To figure out why you're acting so strangely, Dei." This was almost too surreal. The brat should not be this calm!

"Oh, okay then! Let's hurry so we can get out sooner, yeah! Can we get dinner out, afterwards?"

Sasori blinked and slowly nodded. "Sure, Dei…whatever you want…"