Sandstorm {Discontinued}{Rewritten}

Aesthetic, Sick Fics, and Earth 2 things

{edit: This is an old "congratulations we reached a goal" thing I put together back in the day but I decided to keep it up because it was a fun thing I did with my friends and I thought people might still like to enjoy it}

Hey! So, I just noticed the number of reads just keeps going up and up and up so I just wanted to say thanks to everyone for taking the time to even consider reading this little ol fic of mine! You have no idea how much it means to me!! So, in order to celebrate I've decided to share some things my friends have made me.

First, a sick fic from my friend Rachel (MagicalLandofFoo )

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Whenever Dez got sick, she just holed herself up in her room. Everything that normally frustrated her was only amplified when she was sick. Just thinking about speaking to people irritated her. She had gone to bed last night with a scratchy throat and a pounding headache and woke up feeling a million times worse. Journeying outside her bedroom for medicine was out of the question. Dez had just stayed in bed and tried to go back to sleep. It didn't work. Her sickness prevented her from getting any sort of rest.

"Ms. Dunet," chimed Gideon, "Captain Hunter has called for a meeting in the bridge."

Dez groaned. "Rip can kiss my ass."

"I'm afraid he demands that everyone attend."

"Well too bad." Dez buried herself further into her covers.

"Ms. Dunet, I really insist."

"Shut up."

"If you say so."

"I do!" Raising her voice hurt her throat even more, and Dez winced. She just wanted to die in a hole. She had finally begun to doze off when her door opened and the lights came on. Dez immediately grabbed her pillow and shielded her eyes. "Go away."

"Rip sent me to get you," Mick replied.

"Tell him I died."

"That's not funny." His voice was closer.

"I told you to go away."

"We both know that ain't happening." He had to be standing right by her bed now.

Dez managed to peek out from her covers to glare at Mick.

He glared back. "Don't make me pick you up."

"Fuck you."

The covers were suddenly ripped off and cold air touched her skin. She shivered and glared at Mick again. He frowned at her.

"What?" Self-doubt filled her being. Was it her hair? Or her PJs? She hoped she hadn't fallen asleep in her clothes from yesterday. She didn't need that kind of judgement.

"You don't look good."

Anger. "I know."

"No, like, you look dead."

"Nothing new then." She turned away from him.

"You're sick, aren't you?"

She stayed facing away from him and crossed her arms in an attempt to warm herself. She didn't think Mick would figure out she was sick so quick. He was smarter than she realized. Give it to her to keep falsely judging her teammates.

"I'm taking you to the med-bay."

"Wh -" But she couldn't finish her statement before she felt strong arms lift her up. Instinctively, she grabbed onto Mick to keep her balance. Then she realized how intimate their position was. "I can walk," Dez insisted.