Sick
.: Chapter 01 :.
Summary: RvB Post-Project Freelancer. Agent Maine comes down with a nasty cold after a long mission and there's nobody around to help him, or that's what he thought. NOT SLASH! Slight Maine/Wash but it's more fluffy than anything else. Multi-chapter short story!
A/N: I love Maine and I love Maine/Wash parings. This is what happens when I get bored and have way too much free time. Anyway I don't have much to say other than I hope they don't seem to OOC! Yeah my second RvB Fic this will probably go better than the other. Thanks and R&R!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! All characters belong to Rooster Teeth.
.: Start :.
Agent Maine sighed as he walked down the hallway, heading towards his quarters. The mission he had been sent on had ended up as a complete waste of time, a complete waste of his time to be more precise. He'd been stuck on that freezing snow covered dirt ball of a planet for an entire month, on some half-baked recon mission searching for important Intel that hadn't even been at the target base.
Of course to make matters worse he'd been feeling a bit under the weather for the past week. Maine blamed the countless hours of sitting in the freezing snow, watching a base that turned out to be empty of any and all life and at one point– falling into the frozen ocean thanks to a shitty pilot who can't fly and ended up hitting him off a cliff and the slippery ice.
So it was now that he found himself back at base, feeling like utter shit and in a rather awful and downright pissy mood. Thankfully the Director had seen fit to give him the rest of the day and tomorrow off from missions and training, it wasn't much of a break but right now Maine would take all the time off he could get.
Entering his slightly messy quarters Agent Maine let out a heavy sigh as the door clicked shut behind him, taking off his helmet to rub his forehead the large Freelancer then began the slow and unsteady process of taking off his bulky armor. Sleep. That was the only thing on his mind right now as he continued to wrestle with his armor, the stubborn latches refusing to let go.
All he wanted to do was get this bulky armor off and go to sleep for a few good hours. Was that really too much to ask? Growling in agitation the large Freelancer stumbled around his room as he attempted to pull his stubborn armor off. Finally removing one of his boots and chucking it across the room Maine started on the other, having it half-way off before he heard the faint sound of someone knocking on his bedroom door.
"What?" he growled out, still agitated and in no mood for visitors.
The word had barely left his mouth before the door swung open, revealing a grey and yellow clad soldier who strode confidently into his room, helmet off and dangling loosely under an arm while a cheery smile adorned his face.
"Hey buddy, your finally back from that mission I see." Agent Washington greeted cheerfully as he moved to lean against the wall next to the door, Maine said nothing, rolling his eyes at the stupid statement. No shit moron.
Maine stood in the middle of his room, half crouched as he pulled his second boot off while glaring daggers at the younger Freelancer and wishing (not for the first time) that looks could kill– or seriously injure and maim. But no, looks couldn't kill and Wash was still there.
Growling something unintelligible under his breath Maine pulled his boot off, wondering if it would be worth it to throw the object at Wash's head before deciding against it and opting to drop it next to his other boot, doing his best to ignore Wash as he set about removing the rest of his armor, dropping each discarded piece onto the floor carelessly while Wash observed him.
There was a few minutes of blissful silence before Wash spoke up and Maine could have screamed in frustration as his head pounded, the headache he'd been ignoring for the past two hours coming back in full force.
"Hey, are you okay man?" Wash asked hesitantly, pushing away from the wall as Maine stumbled slightly.
Maine growled unintelligibly as he sat down atop his unmade bed. His head was aching, he was getting hot and cold flushes, he'd spent an entire month freezing his arse off, been pushed off a cliff and into the freezing ocean, his vision was blurry and his nose was starting to run. Yeah man, yeah. He was fan-fucking-tastic.
"Maine?"
No answer.
"Seriously buddy, are you okay? Coz now that I think about it you look a little pale, and I'm not a medic or anything but isn't that usually a bad sign or something? Your eyes look kinda red too..."
Maine growled a warning; why couldn't he just shut up?
But apparently Wash didn't get the picture. The idiot was still babbling on, asking if he was "Okay" and if he needed anything, hell, he even asked if he should call a medic. Maine hated medics and Wash knew it, everyone knew it, but the moron still felt like he had to ask. It pissed the larger Freelancer off, and in his current state of mind that was a very very bad thing to do.
Standing up Maine glared down at his long time friend with the most dangerous scowl he could muster in his current state, and apparently it was rather intimidating because it shut Wash right up. Maine felt a small twinge of satisfaction as the younger man stood before him, mouth hanging slightly ajar and eyes wide as his words drifted into nothing.
With the room silent and all attention on his now Maine sent one last glare at the young man before growling a low; "Get out." To the stunned man before him.
"...Huh?" Wash blinked up at him stupidly.
Maine felt his eye twitch and before he knew it he was towering over to smaller man, "Get. Out. Now." He said, pronouncing each word slowly and with a very lightly veiled threat that brooked no argument that he would remove the smaller man himself if he the other didn't move fast enough.
Wash blinked, went to say something and stopped abruptly as he was grabbed roughly by the neck and dragged towards the door by a growling Maine, his helmet dropping to the floor as he tried to free himself.
"–Ack! Maine, lemme go damnit!" Agent Washington choked out as he was roughly pulled into the air by a severely pissed off Maine. The larger man glared, his bloodshot eyes sending a shiver up the smaller Freelancers spine as he struggled for air, hands pulling desperately at Maine's wrist in an attempt to loosen the grasp.
Pausing at the door Maine kicked it open and threw a still struggling Wash out into the hallway, not even bothering to spare his friend a glance as he hit the wall and crumpled to the ground in a heap.
"...Ow..." was all Wash could manage as he lay on the floor groaning.
The door in front of him slammed shut and Agent Washington slowly pulled himself into a sitting position, his back leaning against the wall as he rubbed his aching head. He sat there for a few seconds before gingerly picking himself up off the floor, glad nobody was around to see him being manhandled by a raging Maine– that certainly wouldn't help his reputation one bit.
Shaking his head gently Wash turned to leave, making it a few feet away before he remembered something; his helmet was back in Maine's room. Fuck. Turning around the grey clad soldier stood hesitantly in front of Maine's door once again, debating whether or not her should risk asking for his helmet or not. The need for his helmet outweighed his need to live another day and Wash gently knocked on the larger Freelancer's door.
"Ugh Maine, I need my helmet back."
There was a pause and Wash raised his hand to knock again but the door burst open and in a flurry of movement Wash found himself once again on the floor as Maine threw his helmet at him. The force of the blow was enough to send the smaller Freelancer flying back in a spectacular back-flip that left him once again groaning on the floor, the only difference this time was that not only had he been hit in the head with his own helmet, he'd also smacked his forehead against the floor.
Today was turning out to be a great day for him.
Groaning pitifully Wash heard the door once more slam shut and shakily raised his head up as he glared at the door, flipping the owner behind it off (even if Maine wouldn't actually see it), before letting his head fall back to the floor with a moan of pain.
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So... what did you think of the first chapter? It changed from what I had planned but that's kinda normal for me so meh, whatever. Second chapter will be up as soon as I finish it so that should be pretty soon. I'm not making too many chapters and they won't be that long either, this is meant to be a short-story so I don't want to drag it out– which will be a challenge for me since I've never done a short-story or a one-shot and I have a tendency to go off rambling and adding things.
Sigh... anyway I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and if you have any problems on their personalities please let me know and I'll work to improve them. Constructive criticism is always welcome and flames will be used to stoke the fires of my creativity.
So until next time have a nice day :)
R&R!
Babybee17
