A Call Away

"Hey Bruce." Clint's voice came through the crappy cellphone. His lover was alive! Bruce sighed. He drank up that voice and even through the static he could picture the archer leaning casually against a pay phone in the city. Then he cringed at the image of what that city must look like after his most recent 'incident'.

"You're alive." He whispered.

"I can't believe your cell survived! I figured some random person had picked it up but it's really you! Score!" Clint fist-pumped the air.

"How bad?"

"Don't go there." Clint warned, coming down from cloud nine.

"I need to know."

"Well I'm alive that's all you need to know." Clint was being stubborn. He always did this, refusing to tell Bruce the damage. Insisting the wounds were from the enemy and not...the other guy.

"Just tell me what happened." There was a pause on the other side.

"It could have been worse." The archer said offhandedly, which is Clint's way of saying it went really bad.

"You sound funny." Bruce had just noticed the slight slur his lover was speaking with.

"Yah. Every thing's fine." Bruce bit his lip at this holding back his anger at himself. Clint was hurt.

"How bad?"

"It's nothing." He insisted.

"Maybe you shouldn't come and get me."

"You know that's not an option."

"Clint..."

"Don't worry about it. Just get your pretty ass back here so you can patch me up."

"Are you refusing the doctors again?" Bruce had a hard time asking the question but he needed to know. Last time Clint refused to let any one fix him up till they found Bruce. He said it was because he didn't trust the doctors to do as good of a job as Bruce. Nothing serious had happened but he did need medical attention. There was silence on the other line. Clint took a deep breath.

"Yes." He whispered.

"Clint..."

"Look just think of it as motivation for you to get back here as soon as possible!"

"Clint you need to..."

"I don't want any one to touch me but you." The archer wouldn't back down. Bruce buried his head in his hands. He knew that Clint was overprotective of his body but this was going to far. What was he going to do with this man? "Don't worry about it."

"Worrying is the thing I do best."

"Oh I can think of a few other 'things' you do much better." Clint purred. Bruce blushed glad he wasn't in the same room with the archer, under those seductive eyes.

"So...you got a location that I can come and pick you up?" Bruce looked around.

"I believe I'm looking at the Grand Canyon."

"Awesome! I've always wanted to go there! How's the view?" Bruce laughed a little. Clint was the perfect antidote to stress.

"Spectacular why don't you come see for your self?"

"I'll do just that." Bruce could practically see the grin splitting across Clint's lips, which with any luck would soon pressed against his.

"I can't wait to see you again."

"Me too. I have to go now, Fury's being...well Fury." The line went dead and Bruce let the trashed phone fall to the ground. All around him the desert sun glinted off the sand and far below him the river raged.

Authors Note- Reviews are highly appreciate!