Fic: First Aid
Title: First Aid
Pairing: Noah/Tracy
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: 4x02, unbeta'd
"Hey Bennet, remember that time I decided not to drown you?"
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“What the hell were you thinking?”
Tracy managed to heave an injured Bennet onto the couch. He sat, slumped, and unwrapped the makeshift bandage from his blood stained arm. She hurried around the remote apartment, which was about as distant as Bennet was, and scoured through drawers and closets.
“Hey Bennet,” he started, “thanks for saving my life. Oh, no problem Tracy, I’ve gotten pretty used to being stabbed by knives.”
She rinsed a few rags, pulled up a chair, and sat across from him. “Hey Bennet,” she placed a damp towel on his arm causing him to grimace, “remember that time I decided not to drown you?”
“I’m fine,” he said as he began to pull away.
She pulled him back and wrapped his arm in another rag. “I don’t understand why you won’t just go to the hospital.”
“I don’t want to raise their suspicion since I was just there a couple weeks ago.”
“You’re paranoid,” she said blankly.
“I’m playing it safe.”
“Stop cringing, you look like a little kid.” They shot each other heated glares as she finally finished tending to his arm. After a moment of silence she finally let it out. “Why would you step in front of me? You knew that I could’ve phased through. I’ve fought him before. Do you really think I’m that incapable?”
He grinned. “You’re right. Remind me not to save your life next time.”
She turned away and scoffed. He always brought out the best and worst in her. She looked back at him and noticed the cut on his cheek. “Your face is bleeding.” She took another damp rag and slowly reached for his cheek. Apprehensively, she slid off his glasses and placed them on the side table. They’d never been this close before. The both of them were naturally indifferent with the topic of touch, but the slightest brush of shoulders or graze of hand made them flinch- only when it was with each other. She grazed his cheek and traced the outline of his jaw. She paid no attention to the way he was staring at her every step of the way. “Noah.”
He was well aware that she possessed a talent of false sincerity, but the way that she’d said his name sounded different than anything he’d ever heard before.
“I’m glad I didn’t die tonight.” She added softly as she returned his glasses.
“Is that your way of thanking me?” He felt their breaths warm and mixing. “Tracy?”
“Hmm?”
“Since when were we on a first name basis?”
She rolled her eyes and threw him a pillow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Bennet.”
They sat and stared in silence as he wondered if this was his reward: someone to look after him in return.
Pairing: Noah/Tracy
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: 4x02, unbeta'd
"Hey Bennet, remember that time I decided not to drown you?"
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“What the hell were you thinking?”
Tracy managed to heave an injured Bennet onto the couch. He sat, slumped, and unwrapped the makeshift bandage from his blood stained arm. She hurried around the remote apartment, which was about as distant as Bennet was, and scoured through drawers and closets.
“Hey Bennet,” he started, “thanks for saving my life. Oh, no problem Tracy, I’ve gotten pretty used to being stabbed by knives.”
She rinsed a few rags, pulled up a chair, and sat across from him. “Hey Bennet,” she placed a damp towel on his arm causing him to grimace, “remember that time I decided not to drown you?”
“I’m fine,” he said as he began to pull away.
She pulled him back and wrapped his arm in another rag. “I don’t understand why you won’t just go to the hospital.”
“I don’t want to raise their suspicion since I was just there a couple weeks ago.”
“You’re paranoid,” she said blankly.
“I’m playing it safe.”
“Stop cringing, you look like a little kid.” They shot each other heated glares as she finally finished tending to his arm. After a moment of silence she finally let it out. “Why would you step in front of me? You knew that I could’ve phased through. I’ve fought him before. Do you really think I’m that incapable?”
He grinned. “You’re right. Remind me not to save your life next time.”
She turned away and scoffed. He always brought out the best and worst in her. She looked back at him and noticed the cut on his cheek. “Your face is bleeding.” She took another damp rag and slowly reached for his cheek. Apprehensively, she slid off his glasses and placed them on the side table. They’d never been this close before. The both of them were naturally indifferent with the topic of touch, but the slightest brush of shoulders or graze of hand made them flinch- only when it was with each other. She grazed his cheek and traced the outline of his jaw. She paid no attention to the way he was staring at her every step of the way. “Noah.”
He was well aware that she possessed a talent of false sincerity, but the way that she’d said his name sounded different than anything he’d ever heard before.
“I’m glad I didn’t die tonight.” She added softly as she returned his glasses.
“Is that your way of thanking me?” He felt their breaths warm and mixing. “Tracy?”
“Hmm?”
“Since when were we on a first name basis?”
She rolled her eyes and threw him a pillow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Bennet.”
They sat and stared in silence as he wondered if this was his reward: someone to look after him in return.