Travis, It’s Been Three Minutes.

(Months later, I finally have something for this)

Zari climbed the stairs, stopping to cough into her elbow. Just when she thought the fit had passed, her nose tickled. Her hand came up just in time to sneeze.

"Ugh," she groaned when she realized her hand was now wet and snotty. "Yuck."

"What's that about you not being sick?"

She could practically see the smirk on Rory's face even though the younger woman wasn't facing her. This morning she had felt fine. Now that bug that had taken out part of their little group decided she was no longer exempt. Rory was determined to maintain a strict quarantine, and Bobby had backed her up on that.

Zari hauled herself up the stairs of their home and down the hall to her bedroom. The door was closed and it looks like Nora had made a sign designating it as the sick room. It had been done up with red cancel signs and blue masks warning that people were sick inside. Zari stopped and coughed again, then moved to open the door.

Inside, Laurel was curled on her bed in a hoodie and sweatpants. Nora was draped with a blanket on the air mattress that got used for overnight displacements from the timeline. A box of tissues sat on the lower shelf of Laurel's nightstand next to an open bag of cough drops. There were two empty mugs sitting next to Nora on the floor, and a water bottle was visible on the windowsill. A tablet was propped on the nightstand playing anime.

Laurel lifted her head. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm getting sick," Zari admitted, her throat feeling more scratchy now. "Rory and Bobby ganged up on me."

"Welcome to the party," Nora smiled weakly. "Hopefully I'll be out of here by tomorrow morning."

Laurel sighed. "Don't rub it in."

Zari closed the door and maneuvered over Nora's air mattress to her own bed. No longer being upright immediately felt nice. At least until the next coughing fit hit her. She wished she'd grabbed a cup of tea before coming up though. Laurel sensed her discomfort and passed the cough drop bag over to her.

"Thank you," Zari said. "What are you watching?"

"Sailor Moon," Nora said from the floor. "The old one. Whenever I got sick as a little kid and had to stay home from school, my mom would let me watch it."

"You calling the nineties 'old' makes me sad," groaned Laurel. "Sara and I watched it a few times when we stayed up to the early morning hours for our dad to get home. I don't know a whole lot about it, but it's nice to watch right now."

"What 's it about?" Zari asked, lifting her head up to look at the screen. "And is the cat talking?"

Nora straightened up. "Yes, that's Luna."

"I was a cat once. But I couldn't talk. It was weird."

Laurel blinked at her. "That's a story."

"It's why you don't meddle with time too much. Especially with John Constantine. Now what's the show about?"

"Girl is tasked to be a guardian of love and justice and find a princess," Laurel mumbled. "Nora, go back to the first episode. Zari should watch it from the start."

Zari slipped the cough drop into her mouth. "Okay. I've never really watched anime before."

Nora beamed as she worked the tablet. "You'll like it. It's a cultural staple."

"That's probably why they banned it in my timeline."

"They banned fun and whimsy in your timeline," Nora muttered before stopping short. "And I know it really sucked for you for reasons besides that."