"Come on Trixie get up!" Twilight yelled, levitating the blankets off the defiant mare.

"NO!" Trixie screamed as she clutched desperately to the floating covers. "Trixie is not getting out of her warm bed to go and shovel snow!"

"But Trixie it's tradition. You're a resident of Ponyville now so you're a part of winter wrap up!"

"It's ridiculous! Not using magic to clear the snow, Trixie will not be a part of such nonsense! Also, I get enough of you bossing me around here, I'm not going to go do it in the snow 'all team organiser'," Trixie spoke Twilight's title mockingly.

"Ughh, fine!" Twilight groaned, releasing her magical hold on the duvet. "Be lazy! But see if you ever get me to wear those socks you like again!"

"Oh yeah?!" Trixie cried back as she wrapped herself back up in the warmth of the blanket. "Well see if I ever wear the hat and cape to bed again!"

Twilight bit her lip at the threat. I love that hat and cape! she thought forlornly. No! I won't let her win! "Fine! See if I care!" she yelled back, storming out of the room.

"Be sure not to catch a cold out there!" Trixie yelled teasingly as the bedroom door slammed shut behind Twilight. "Silly ponies, shoveling snow with their hooves ...." Trixie mumbled to herself as she curled up in the sheets.

*

"Honestly Spike, I just don't know what to do with her sometimes," Twilight complained as she walked along the path to the library, the ground recently cleared of snow.

"Don't let her get to you Twi, It's just the way Trixie is. Heck you should know her better than anypony by now," Spike responded.

"I know Spike, but I really just wanted to share the event with her," Twilight explained, sighing. "I suppose I can't expect her to like everything I do."

The pair entered the library, escaping the still chilly air of the recently wrapped up winter. Twilight glanced around the foyer, noticing it was still in the exact same condition as she left it.

"I don't believe it!" Twilight yelled, removing her green and blue all team organiser vest and running upstairs to the bedroom. Upon reaching the door she threw it open.

"Trixie! Are you seriously still in bed?" she demanded, approaching the blanket covered lump. " It's almost 6pm, how can you be so-"

"Uhhhhh ...." a pained groan greeted Twilight, followed by a sickly looking head rolling in her direction. "Is that you ... Twilight?" Trixie asked hoarsely, coughing as she struggled to finish the sentence.

"Yeah ... wow Trixie, you don't look so good," Twilight observed, placing a hoof to the mares forehead. Her eyes widened as she felt the intense heat emanating from Trixie's skin. "Oh my, you're really burning up, looks like you've come down with a bad flu." For a moment Twilight's face was filled with concern, until she remembered Trixie's earlier comment, upon which a sly grin formed at the corners of her lips.

"Trixie, how is it you managed to get sick here in the warmth of your bed while I was out in the snow?" Twilight teased, giggling. "I'd say that's your best magic trick yet!"

"I ... hate ... you," Trixie wheezed back, spluttering.

Twilight only laughed in response as she fetched a thermometer from a nearby drawer, placing it into Trixie's mouth. "Ok Trixie, I'll go get something to make you feel better, but first we need to get that fever down." Twilight turned to the nearby window and opened it wide, allowing the cool pre-spring air to flow into the room. She then levitated the blankets halfway off Trixie so as to expose most of her upper body to the cool breeze. Trixie was too weak to retaliate in any way.

"Now you just stay put like that and cool off, I'll be back soon!" Twilight ordered as she left the room. "Oh and I'll get Spike to send up an ice pack for you." Trixie groaned something unintelligible to Twilight. She looked back with an expression of empathy for the sick mare before leaving the room.

*

Twilight arrived back to Trixie a while later carrying a satchel brimming with healing remedies. The sick pony had recieved the ice pack, which was now resting on her forehead, the thermometer still lay in her mouth. Twilight walked over to observe the instrument.

"Looks like you've cooled down Trixie, how do you feel?" she enquired as she removed the thermometer from her mouth.

"C-c-cold," she responded, teeth chattering.

"Good, I'll just take this off you," Twilight said as she removed the ice-pack. "Now I've got a few things here for you to take." Twilight levitated a dark brown bottle and a plastic spoon out of the bag. She carefully poured enough liquid to fill the spoon and hovered it in front of Trixie.

"Open wide!" Twilight giggled, finding it difficult not to enjoy treating Trixie like a little filly. Trixie glared angrily, but followed the order. She swallowed the liquid and immediatly donned a look of disgust.

"Ughhhh, that tastes vile!" Trixie yelled, hanging her tongue out to try escape the unpleasant flavour.

"Stop being such a baby Trixie," Twilight laughed again, producing some pills from the bag.

"I swear Twilight, once I'm back up and moving again-."

"Shush now," Twilight interrupted smiling, ignoring the threat and gaining another vicious glare from Trixie. "Take this, it'll help with any pain." She levitated a large pill to Trixie along with a glass of water.

"I'm supposed to swallow that!? It's huge!" Trixie exclaimed. Twilight smiled, she couldn't help but find the ponies immaturity adorable. "D'awww is the tablet to big for ickle baby Trixie?" she cooed.

"You're so dead when I can move again," Trixie croaked. She then swallowed the tablet with a grimace. "You better hope these painkillers don't work too well."

Twilight giggled again. "Well it's getting pretty late, I'm going to head to bed downstairs Trixie,Twilight explained. Trixie's face suddenly adopted a look of shock.

"You're not sleeping here tonight?" Trixie asked in a worried tone.

"Well I don't want to get sick too Trixie. If I get in bed with you I'll most likely catch whatever you have." Trixie's lips pouted and her eyes grew wide.

"But I can't sleep without my Twilight!" she claimed miserably.

"You've managed it your whole life up until you met me," Twilight rebutted.

"Are you really going to leave me when I need you most?" Trixie cried, raising her hooves weakly for emphasis.

Twilight snickered at the mare's dramatics. "I'm just going to be downstairs Trix-," she interrupted herself with a sigh as she gazed at her marefriends despondant face, her bedmane everywhere and her two front hooves stretched out longingly, it was terribly cute. Twilight knew well the stage-experienced pony was putting on a show, but it worked.

"Alright Trixie I'll pull out the guest bed and sleep in here, but I am not getting into the same bed with you. You'll be breathing your sickness all over me," Twilight explained as she began to prepare the bed.

"I suppose that will have to do," Trixie smiled, pleased with her small victory.

*

Twilight awoke in the dead of night in the dark bedroom. The moon was covered in clouds and provided little illumination through the window. Although unable to see, she could feel a strange comforting warmth on her back and around her waist. Still half asleep she cuddled closer into it, finding that it grew tighter around her in response. She let out a satisfied sigh as she snuggled up against the cozy object. In the process her brain awakened a little more, and a sudden horrid realisation entered her mind. Her eyes grew wide, and she rolled around to find herself face to face with Trixie.

"Gah!" she yelled in shock, leaping out of Trixie's arms. The slumbering azure pony stirred at the sudden outburst.

"Huh, whah-," the show pony mumbled.

"Trixie?! What do you think you're doing?!" Twilight screamed.

"Sleeping?" Trixie responded, rubbing her eyes with her hooves.

"Why are you in this bed?" Twilight demanded, still yelling.

"Woah quiet down my head is pounding," Trixie pleaded. "What's the problem?" she asked, genuinly confused.

"Why did you get in bed with me when I specifically got into this bed to avoid you breathing your germs all over me?"

Trixie looked around herself as her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness of the room. She had indeed swapped beds, the blankets on the empty bed were folded over, marking her departure.

"Woops, must have sleep-walked over here, guess I really can't sleep without you," she laughed, grinning innocently. Twilight however did not appreciate the humour of the situation.

"Ughh, get out of the bed Trixie, I better not be sick in the morning after this!"

"Alright jeez," Trixie grumbled as she hopped out of bed. "I thought it was a cute gesture."

"Nothing cute about being sick Trixie," Twilight replied, throwing her head back onto her pillow.

*

Twilight stretched and yawned as she woke, taking a mental check of her physical well-being. Throat feels fine, no headache, I'm not burning up. Looks like I'm fine despite Trixie's 'sleepwalking' she thought happily to herself. Her mood deflated slightly upon seeing the extremely unsettling look that was being directed towards her across the room from a blue pony sitting propped up against her pillow, forehooves crossed.

"Er, morning Trixie ...." Twilight greeted, at a slight loss for words due to the piercing glare she was recieving. "How are you feeling?"

Trixie continued to stare for a few moments before answering, never removing her gaze on Twilight's eyes. "Oh I'm feeling pretty good this morning Twilight. Pre-tt-y good," she replied eventually, putting strange emphasis on her final two words.

"Umm, that's good!" Twilight replied, grinning nervously at the strange atmosphere in the room. "Why don't I just go get some breakfast ready?" Twilight hopped out of the bed and made her way to the door, only to find it magically sealed shut.

"Umm Trixie, what are you-," Twilight's enquiry was cut short as she turned to find herself nuzzle to nuzzle with Trixie, her bright purple eyes matching Twilight's.

"You're not going anywhere Twilight," she announced. "Ickle baby Trixie huh?" she mimicked Twilight's mocking tone from the night before, walking towards Twilight and causing her to back up against the door.

"Oh come on Trixie you're not still mad about that are you? I was only kidding."

"We'll see who's ickle," Trixie continued, ignoring Twilight. "On the bed, now."