#sch/midt and ce/ce

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Sicktember #3

Prompt: “What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?”

Fandom/OCs: New Girl (Schmidt and CeCe)

Words: 1240

Sicknario inspo: Knowing someone is sick because they sleep in from this post, "sounding like that" from this post, sleeping on her side of the bed from this post. 

Author’s comments/background:  I’m not used to writing this fandom, so idk how good the characterization is. But I love Schmidt and CeCe’s dynamic and it was fun to (attempt to) explore. And there is simply not enough New Girl sickfic in the world so here you go.

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Dating a person like Schmidt was never boring. He was anything but predictable. However, he WAS a man of routine. Every time CeCe had slept over, it was always he that woke her, whether by bringing her breakfast or by exercising in the room to show off his body, or by kissing her somewhere sensual, he was always the early riser. Therefore, when one day she woke to find him still snoring beside her, she knew immediately that something was wrong. 

She ran a hand down his arm, and he barely stirred. His skin was very warm. All of him was, she realized, and had been for a while. She was sweating just lying next to him. She slid out of bed, and still he didn't move. She watched him for a moment, frowning in concern as she debated waking him. He slept like the dead, though, breathing thickly, so she decided to leave him be. 

Pulling on a robe, she padded out to the kitchen just as Nick and Jess emerged from their rooms as well. They headed straight for the coffee pot, barely awake, but stopped when they realized it was empty. They wordlessly turned to CeCe.

"Why didn't Schmidt make coffee this morning?" Jess mumbled, barely awake. 

"Schmidt's not up yet."

That roused them more than anything else could have. Nick and Jess glanced at each other worriedly.

"He's not… awake? How is that possible?" Nick asked. "It's Schmidt. He's like a robot. He's programmed to get up at the exact same time every day and make us coffee."

"Not today, I guess," said CeCe. "I think he's sick. He's like, super warm. And he's snoring. It's not normal."

Nick groaned. "Great. His delicate internal wiring is compromised. Who knows what'll happen now. Sick Schmidt is a very bad thing. I'm not sticking around here until he wakes up. We're getting dressed and we're leaving, Jess."

"But–" Jess tried, looking at the coffee pot forlornly. Nick grabbed her arm and led her back to the bedroom before she could finish, closing the door behind them. 

CeCe sighed. So much for getting any help from them.This was the first time she had ever dealt with sick Schmidt before, and she was at a loss.

When people were sick, what did they need? Medicine probably. Soup. Water. She could handle that. She didn't want to wake him up, though, since sleep was important too. She decided to leave him be for the time being. At least it was Saturday and she wouldn't have to worry about dealing with his job for a few days. 

She got ready around him, listening to him snuffle and snore and mumble. Just as she was nearly finished, he rolled over suddenly. The movement apparently shifted whatever was in his nose, because he suddenly lifted his head to sneeze thickly:

"Hnnkkt'CHUH! Hehgg'CHUHH! EHHG'choo!"

He had clumsily thrown his elbow over his face in an attempt at covering, but the spray had still gone everywhere. Schmidt made a disgusted noise, clawing several tissues out of the box by his bed and scrubbing everywhere he could reach. 

"Bless you," CeCe said, making him jump. 

He looked beside him where she had been lying then back at her, as if making sure he wasn't hallucinating. 

"CeCe? Why are you upb so early?" he mumbled, his voice rough and congested. 

"It's not early, babe. It's late. It's after ten."

"Whadt!?" He jumped out of bed, staggering against the wall for a minute before he found his balance. "I godda go for mby Saturday run," he croaked. "I ndever mbiss mby run." He began to rifle through his dresser for his running clothes. 

CeCe moved to his side, grabbing his hands to still them and pushing the dresser drawer closed with her hip. "You're definitely not going for a run sounding like that. You'd pass out from not breathing." 

"I'mb fide, CeCe," he said, swiping at his nose with his shoulder. 

"No. You're not. You're sick," she said. 

"I'mb ndot sigck. I take extreme precautions and have a phenombenal immbune systemb. I ndever gedt sigck. Idt's jusdt… allergies."

CeCe rolled her eyes. "You're sick, trust me. You have a fever. You woke me up because you were so hot."

"Girl, you know I'mb always hodt," he said, taking a stab at his usual attitude and failing miserably. 

"Uh huh, sure," she said, unimpressed. "I'm just saying, you should take some medicine for all that hotness or you're just going to feel worse."

"Girl, they don't mbake mbedicine for whadt I godt," he tried again, coming off even less convincing. 

"Nope, they sure don't," she said flatly, grabbing her purse. "Whatever, do what you want. I have to go, Schmidt, I've got a gig at noon. But I'll be back when I'm done. Jess and Nick and Winston left, so please try not to do anything stupid until I get back. At least drink some orange juice or something. And maybe don't leave the apartment. I'm worried you'd get lost with a fever like that."

"I'mb fide, CeCe, really."

"Whatever you say, Schmidt. I'll see you in a few hours." With that she left, shaking her head, hoping against hope that he couldn't do too much damage to himself in that time.

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She let herself into the loft with some trepidation that evening, wondering what she would find. The apartment was dark and quiet, and Schmidt was nowhere to be seen. Tossing down her stuff, she went in search of him. To her shock, she was exactly where she'd hoped he'd be… in bed, in his pajamas, napping, surrounded by used tissues. There was another break in routine, though: he was sleeping on her side of the bed, his face pressed into her pillowcase. Her face softened at the sight, and she went to his side, trailing her nails over his arm. His eyes flickered open, then lit up upon seeing her. 

"CeCe, you're bagck! How was your gig?"

"Fine. The usual. Hot, dumb models and ugly, dumb directors everywhere. You would've loved it." 

"Sounds like a dreamb," he yawned. 

"But how are you? How are you feeling, actually?" 

"Sigck," he muttered. "Tired. I barely lefdt this roomb all day."

"What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?" she gently teased as she shimmied out of her shoes and dress and pulled on a robe. 

"Idt abandoned mbe, jusdt like everyone else," he sighed pathetically, closing his eyes.

"I'm here, aren't I? And look, you didn't even leave me room on the bed. Why are you lying over here, anyway?"

"Smbells like you," he said, barely audible, even as he shifted over to make room for her.

She had no smart remark to that, since it tugged on her heartstrings just a little too hard. She brushed away most of the tissues, then slid in next to him on the bed, letting her boyfriend cuddle into her arms immediately. He made a needy sound. 

"I mbissed you," he sighed. "I hate bei'g sigck. Idt ruins everythi'g." 

"Yeah, I get that," she said. "Makes for great cuddle time, though."

At last, she saw him smile for the first time all day. "Guess you'll have to show mbe."

And that's exactly what she did.

[glitradora]

I started watching n/ew gi/rl as a background noice for when I study, soother things, because it’s an easy show that you don’t really have to pay attention to to follow the story line and stuff

but did they really have to go and have Sch/midt date both ELizab/eth and Ce/ce at the same time... like

was it necessary

he had a really nice arc in season 2 with realising he could care for Ce/ce without it being sexual/romantic and that he could be both kind and “confident” and not care so much about what others thought...

Like - sigh