It was a pleasant summer evening in Bandle City. Many were finishing up with their work and heading back home. Of course, since it was Friday, many yordles met up to catch up with their friends, have a pleasant chit-chat and discuss the latest gossip that was going around town. Kids were running around with not a care in the world knowing that they have three full days of freedom. The city center was by far the busiest place at the moment. The pubs were full of yordles eager to have some of their favorite beverages and various couples were having a pleasant stroll on the streets.

Above the city center sits a hulking, unfinished rocket called the Mothership. There are no records which say where it came from, though oral histories declare that it was there before the first yordles came to settle the village. The ship is a cultural icon for yordles across Runeterra and their society is unified around the concept of "getting it ready," or restoring the broken-down structure as a symbol of cooperation. Near that rocket sat a white haired, blue skinned female yordle. Her name is Tristana and she is a sort of a local icon. Not only she's one of the best Megling Commandos, but she is also a champion in the League of Legends. Something not every yordle could accomplish. Right now she was slowly finishing her last apple and looking more frustrated by the minute.

"Where IS he? It's not like him to be this late." she cast her eyes on the huge clock tower nearby. It showed almost eight o'clock.

"Maybe he was sent on some kind of urgent recon mission?" she thought while getting up and slightly stretching. The League itself was rather quiet for a couple of months. She heard that it had something to do with the recent Freljord uproar and some political mumbo-jumbo. Because of that many champions, who showed little to no interest on what was going on in the frozen lands, left to their city-states to relax, train, work or just continue with their personal lives.

Tristana did exactly that and spent the bulk of her time training and the rest - spending time and catching up with her friends. Today she was supposed to meet up with a certain yordle who she didn't see in a really long time.

"Or maybe he just forgot..." musing, Tristana left the meeting spot and headed towards the Scouts of the Mothership campsite which was a half an hour walk.

She has been there many times and it differs greatly from her own camp. Here, the scouts train to be the sneakiest recon specialists around. They need to be swift, need to know their surroundings like the back of their hand and be unseen to the naked eye. Setting up traps and covering tracks was another huge part of their training. Her camp is more of a warzone, where you have to blow up as many targets as you can, using as little ammo as possible. That takes a lot of practice.

The sun slowly fell behind the hills when Tristana reached the campsite. It was almost empty except for a few yordles who were still training. She quickly scanned the area and came back to the entrance with a frown on her face.

"What gives?" She kicked a small rock and watched as it hit a nearby tree.

"Well hello there, young rocket girl!"Tristana quickly turned her head towards the familiar voice." Why the long face?"

It was the elderly yordle merchant who sold weapons during the matches on Summoners Rift. What was his name again?

"Hey!" she approached him, shrugging in response. "Oh, it's nothing; I'm just looking for my friend." The elderly yordle raised one of his eyebrows at her.

Shifting awkwardly Tristana continued. "I can't find Teemo. We were supposed to meet up today near the Mothership. He didn't show up so I went here to check for him."

After stroking his beard a couple of times, the old yordle suddenly brightened up as if he remembered something important. "Teemo! Ah yes," his face slightly fell. "Hmm, I am sorry to disappoint you youngster, but he haven't showed up today at all."

Tristana was taken aback slightly. "R-really?"

The old yordle slowly nodded. "As far as I remember, he hasn't been around for quite some time. "

The girl only stared at him in surprise. "Was he sent on a mission?" She slowly asked.

Again the elder shook his head. "This month the scouts were more concentrated on training, no missions were planned."

Tristana quickly glanced at the descending sun and then back at the elder. "Well then, I guess checking out if he is at home would be the most logical thing to do."

The elder slowly nodded and gave a low chuckle. "Yep, that would be it." He tucked at his huge backpack and turned to leave. "Well, it was nice seeing you rocket girl. I gotta go and show those scouts some pointers before they leave. See you on Summoners Rift!"

Tristana only smiled and waved at the elder whose name she couldn't remember even now. Teemo actually told her that back in the days that old yordle was one of the best scouts around and later on he became an explorer. After pretty much seeing everything and being everywhere, he retired and now tells endless stories about his epic sized adventures to all the yordles who are willing to listen. No wonder Teemo likes the guy so much...

Teemo.

She gathered her thoughts and quickly went to see if he was at home.

His house was located on the outskirts of the city near the forest. A pretty secluded place for a yordle, but Teemo was like that.

You see, yordles require far more interaction with their own kind than normal humans do. The mental health of a yordle is very much dependent on the positive company he or she keeps. In fact, a yordle who is kept in isolation for too long – especially from contact with other yordles – runs the risk of becoming withdrawn and sullen. Teemo could be considered "unique". While he enjoys the companionship of other yordles, he also insists on frequent solo missions in the ongoing defense of Bandle City. Despite his genuinely warm personality, something switches off inside Teemo's mind during combat so that the lives he must end while on patrol do not burden him. It is funny how even Tristana at first found it a little disconcerting that, while Teemo was normally charming and kind, he turned deadly serious and highly efficient the minute combat began.

As she walked, she thought about some of the nasty rumors about him that were going around town because of his odd behavior. He always said that they never bothered him though. Humans were the worse of the bunch. They would come up with the most bizarre rumors or just flat out insult Teemo right on the open. The most "popular" insult, which honestly angers even her when she hears it, is "A good Teemo is a dead Teemo". It is mostly used around by the Champions and some Summoners, but still...

"Maybe some of those things finally got to him and he isn't coming out of the house because of that?" She thought out loud as she was getting closer to her destination. Worry started to linger in her mind. "Naaah. He is not like that. Those things never bothered him. You just think waaaay too deep right now, just stay cool Trist."

It was almost night time when she finally made it to Teemos house. It was a decent sized wooden cabin. Nothing too fancy on the outside, but actually very cozy on the inside.

Tristana stepped on the pouch and knocked of the door several times.

...

After not getting an answer she knocked again only harder this time.

...

Still nothing.

After knocking one more time, she peeked through the window to see if there was any light or movement inside.

...

Nothing. The inside of the house was dark and silent like the nearby forest.

"Come on Teemo, this isn't funny anymore!" She banged on the door one last time and after not receiving any answer once more, stepped away from his house. Worry came back full force as she tried to come up with a reasonable explanation for his absence.

The elder said that he hasn't seen Teemo for quite some time. How long is that? She and Teemo met up about two weeks ago when they ran into each other on the Fields of Justice. With little time to chat during battle, they agreed to meet up some time later this month.

"Alright, alright calm down! Maybe he just ventured out on one of his "Solo Missions"? Normally, like he told me, these "Solo Missions" take only a day to complete. Alright Trist, what are you going to do now?" She bit her lip, not really knowing what to do.

As she had her back turned to the cabin and mind swimming in confusion and worry, she haven't noticed how the front door started slowly opening up. Only when the doors metal joints started to squeak she quickly turned her head to the opened door.

"Teemo?"

There, in the doorway stood her closest friend and companion - Teemo the Swift Scout.

"Teemo! You're alright!" She quickly ran back to the door to see her friend. Only at a closer inspection she noticed how terrible Teemo actually looked. His fur was a mess, he was shivering, he had dark bags under his eyes and it seemed he had trouble standing still as he was swaying back and forth ever so lightly.

He was sick.

"...Do I LOOK alright?" He rarely snapped at people, especially not at Tristana, but right now he couldn't think straight. "Uugh..."

Suddenly feeling more lightheaded than he was before, he started to lose his footing.

Reacting quickly, Tristana took a hold of Teemo and helped him get back to bed.

As Teemo climbed back into bed and wrapped himself into the warm blankets, Tristana quickly closed the door and placed her oversized cannon near the coat rack.

She looked at Teemo who started to cough violently into his hand.

"Wow. That fever got you good."

Approaching, she put her hand on Teemos forehead. It was as hot as Brand himself.

"Really good..."

Retracting her hand, she blew a sigh of relief. "You know. You had me worried there for a second!"

She shot Teemo a glare as he looked at her.

"We were supposed to meet up today near The Mothership after our duties."

"...Today?..."

"Well, after waiting for you for two and a half hours, I went to the campsite in hopes of finding you there. After searching every spot I knew you could be - I found nothing. I met that old merchant there and he told me that you didn't show up for a while, so..."

"...How long was I sleeping? ...What day is it? Wh...?" The splitting headache wasn't helping the scout think clearly at all.

Teemo sunk back in his bed with a loud moan, "...I'm sorry Trist-"

"Hey! Hey! It's not your fault that you got sick. It happens." Teemo looked at the girl and saw that glare she gave him earlier was replaced with a warm smile. Not that smile that sent shivers down enemies spines on the battlefield, no. This was her real smile."I'm just glad you're alright."

Teemo furrowed his eyebrows at her with a cough.

"Well... for the most part."

He rolled his head back on the pillow.

"You took any medicine?"

Teemo slowly shook my head as negative.

Tristana furrowed her brows. "Not good. I'm going to check what you got."

She quickly stood up and went to the small kitchen. After rummaging in the kitchen counters for a while the white haired girl finally found the med kit. She frowned after seeing what was inside it.

"Teemo, you only have bandages, a cough syrup, couple of aspirins and... poison. Really?"

"So that's where I put it..."

"Gah! What am I going to do with you?" She threw her arms up in frustration and continued scanning the kitchen for anything useful.

Teemo heard the girl continue rampaging in the kitchen as if searching for something.

"Aha! Great!"

He turned his head to the kitchen entrance where Tristana stood with a grin on her face and what appeared to be garlic in her left hand.

"You are in luck buddy! Since you don't have any medicine so to speak, I'll have to brew one myself!" She said it rather proudly, throwing the garlic up in the air and catching it with her other hand. "And guess what? I found all the ingredients I need!"

Teemo didn't respond only gave her a small smile as she continued.

"It's a special soup that will make that sickness of yours go away the next day!" She gave Teemo a wink and darted back into the kitchen to start preparing her mysterious soup.

As the water was put on the gas stove to heat up, the yordle girl started cutting up all the necessary ingredients. As the kitchen was not far away from where Teemo was lying, he could clearly hear Tristana when she started talking.

"When I was little, my mom used to make me this special soup when I was sick. I never knew what it was or how she made it, but after eating it, the next day I felt like a new yordle." She smiled at the memories of her mother.

Teemo smiled at that thought. He vaguely recalled how his mother fed him some kind of soup when he was sick, but it tasted weird and he felt only slightly better.

Tristana broke his train of thoughts when she walked out of the kitchen and clapped her hands together.

"Alright! While that stuff is getting ready, we need you to make sure you are all warm and cozy." She came closer to her shivering companion.

"There are some extra blankets in that dresser." Teemo pointed to a rather big, worn out looking dresser on the other side of the room.

"Roger!"

As Trist walked to the dresser, Teemo could feel as if he forgot something, like there was something in that dresser...

His eyes snapped open in horror. "Oh no... No. Nonononono-"

"Teemo... Are those... BUNNY PAJAMAS?!"

He hid himself under the blanket, too embarrassed to look at Tristana who, by now, was practically doubling over from laughter.

"Great! Just GREAT! What will she think of you now? Stupid pajamas... Karthus, where ever you are, you can cast Requiem now..."

The laughter eventually stopped, replaced with a sound of shuffling. Teemo didn't dare to look; he hoped to suffocate under the blankets.

"Wow... This thing is... Actually kinda cozy."

At that he poked his head out from under the blanket.

He was met with something that he only imagined in his wildest dreams.

"Well? How do I look?" She said with a playful giggle.

Teemo didn't know if it was because his head was full of cotton at the moment or what, but by Draven, Trist looked kinda... Kinda-

"...Sexy..."

-in his bunny pajamas.

"..."

"..."

"...did I just say that out loud?"

"Ahaa, uhm-Oh! I better go check if the soup is ready!"

"Ugh! Keep it together! This sickness is messing with my br-...Did she just hop on her way to the kitchen?"

In the kitchen, Tristana fiddled around a little longer so that her cheeks went back to being blue instead of red. As she was done pouring the soup into the wooden bowl, the girl took it and went to the room.

Teemo was busy dragging the extra blanket back to his bed. After doing so, he climbed back and wrapped himself up starting to shiver again.

"Well, here it is!" Tristana brought her special soup to Teemo while still wearing his bunny pajamas.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she took a spoonful of the soup, blew on it a couple of times and carefully guided the spoon to Teemos mouth. He in turn gave her a look of complete disbelief.

The girl looked at him for a moment, "What?"

"Are you seriously going to spoon-feed me?" He asked with a very serious tone.

"Well, do you seriously want to clean up the bed after you try eating it yourself?" She replied still holding the spoon. "You can't stop shivering for two seconds."

His companion had a point.

With a sigh, Teemo slowly opened his mouth to let his friend spoon-feed him.

If somebody would come into his house right now, they would see a very odd scene: Teemo getting spoon-fed by Tristana who is wearing bunny pajamas.

To Teemos surprise, the soup tasted very... Well, different. He can safely say that he never ate anything like this before.

"Wow. This is tasty."

Tristana beamed after hearing that and continued carefully feeding her friend.

After the soup was all gone and Teemos stomach was full, he laid back and Tristana quickly tucked him in.

"Now all you have to do is sleep. Think you can do that?"

Teemo let out a low chuckle at her remark as he felt his shivering die down a bit.

"So this was your mothers "secret recipe" of sorts? I have never tasted anything like this before."

The bunny pajama wearing girl giggled at that. "You could say that. When I got older, my mom showed me how to make this special soup. She told me that it will come in handy in the future, especially when I'm going to have..." she looked at Teemo with a sheepish smile, "...little yordles of my own. Heh."

Teemo could feel a small blush creeping on his face after she said that.

The two yordles looked at each other with an awkward silence around them.

"Right! I'm... I'm gona go clean the dish and whatnot." Tristana stood up taking the empty bowl and at the same time breaking the silence. "You just try to get some sleep."

She slowly walked towards the kitchen only to be stopped by Teemos voice.

"Trist?" She looked back at her sick friend. "You are the best."

She grinned. "Hey, what are friends for?"

The kitchen was as clean as it ever was. Everything was back into its original place. It's as if there was never any rampaging yordle girl trying to find a med kit there.

Tristana felt exhausted and knew that going back home was out of the question. She quietly tip-toed to the room where the sick scout was resting.

Teemo was soundly asleep and slightly snoring. Tristana found it cute as she observed her sleeping friend.

"Well... This surely wasn't the way I wanted to spend our time together, but I'm glad that he is alright."

After some hesitation, she carefully leaned in and planted a small kiss on Teemos forehead. Leaning back, the girl couldn't stop pondering about a certain thing she said earlier.

"Why in the world did I even told him about... kids? Ugh, stupid Teemo and his..."

Her own thoughts were interrupted after she gave a mighty yawn. Rubbing her eyes the girl proceeded to lie down on an old couch that was nearby. She didn't bother to get a blanket because these blasted bunny pajamas were so warm and cozy.

"I guess I can see why he still keeps them."

With that thought, she closed her eyes and let sleep take over.

Something I did when I got sick myself all of a sudden. I have some ideas how to continue this, but it might take some time to write them down or I could just leave it as a one-shot.

This is my first jab at writing fiction so reviews with helpful tips would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you for reading!