Okay, this is basically based off of a chapter from Purplesaur's Captain Canary Prompts (Love is The Cure). More specifically the 4th chapter. I loved it, and if you haven't read her fic already... You should really check it out!
So... I tried to start a story based on that chapter, and trust me...
It's hard to base something off of something you read, without copying it completely! I hope I did an okay job there...
And of course, as most of you might already know...
Most of my stories wind up being H/C stories... This is no exception...
Okay... Hope you enjoy...
And Purplesaur in case you read this... I hope you don't hate me!
Leonard blocked a high kick headed for his shoulders. He kicked out after her, but missed by a few inches.
Sara spun around and kicked Leonard's feet out from under him. He went down, but used the momentum to get back up. He tried to uppercut her, but she blocked it expertly.
She leapt into a butterfly-kick. Her left foot missed, but her right foot connected with Leonard's upper arm.
He winced, the impact would surely leave a bruise.
He stooped down and swept her legs. She caught her balance before she went down.
She climbed up on his shoulders, and used her weight to pull him down backwards. They fell, but got back up quickly.
"Fun… Isn't it?" Len asked a little out of breath. Sweat covered every visible part of his skin, and his pullover was drenched.
Sara nodded, and delivered a punch which he blocked. Her chest was rising and falling quickly.
He managed to grab a hold of her wrist, and throw her over his hip. She bounced right up.
"You don't even look like you've been doing anything!" he panted, he was definitely closing in on exhausted.
She smiled. "That's because I don't talk as much as you…"
He smirked and ducked away from a couple of blows heading in his direction.
He kicked towards her, but she skipped away before his knee made impact with her.
Her shin connected with the side of his knee, he let out a grunt of discomfort. He stepped back and tried to land a punch near her shoulder.
She grabbed his wrist in return, and threw him across her own shoulders.
Even before he landed, she knew something was wrong. The loud pop, or the way his arm jerked in her hands were big giveaways. The yelp he let out as soon as he landed… She froze.
He tumbled a few yards before he came to a stop. His left hand had come up in a protective embrace of his right arm. He groaned and curled in on himself.
Sara's heart was in her throat, one of her hands went up to cover her mouth.
"Len…"
Len growled… His arm was killing him, and speaking was still beyond his reach.
"Leonard…" Sara got down on her knees beside him, her hands were hovering above him.
He cussed.
She winced.
Her hand brushed against his shoulder, and he hissed.
"FU-! NO!"
"How bad is it?" she asked with a frown, she knew Len handled pain well. This scared her…
He shook his head, tears were in his eyes.
She felt like the worst person on the planet.
They stayed there for a few minutes. Leonard laying on the floor, tears trickling down his face… Sara sitting beside him, holding one hand on his right knee…
LOTLOTLOT
His breath evened out, and Sara dared to ask him once again.
"How bad?"
He winced, and glanced down at his right shoulder, then elbow… Then wrist…
"Won't be sparring for a while…" his voice was uncharacteristically fragile, like if a strong wind could make the whole man collapse and turn to dust.
Sara raised her eyebrows, expecting a more in depth answer.
He didn't offer any.
"Med bay?" she finally asked when she realized he wasn't going to explain any further.
"Think that's a good idea…" he grabbed a better hold of his right arm, before he looked up at Sara.
"Could you help me up?"
Okay... There'll probably be more chaps soon... But I should really learn how to set boundaries for myself... Like only write 3 stories at a time, not five or eight...
Okay, bye!