Lean on me, when you're not strong
Fandom : The Losers
Characters : Jensen and Pooch
Word Count : 370
Rating : PG13
Written for the prompt : Author's choice, Author's choice, 'Lean on me'
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Lean on me, when you're not strong
His mouth didn't stop moving a mile a minute as his hands deftly bandaged both of Pooch's knees, not giving himself time to stop and think about what this could really mean for his friend and team mate. "Pirate Pooch . . . Legless Pooch, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum . . ." he rambled on.
It served his purpose as Pooch clipped the top of his head and snarled, "Call me Legless Pooch again and you'll be Headless Jensen."
"You've already said that," Jensen snarked back. "Can't you think of a new threat?" He hid the concern at the speed at which Pooch had bled through the last set of bandaging, knowing that the best thing he could do for Pooch was to get him out alive and to someone who could do something better than wrap makeshift bandages round. "Ready?" he asked, barely waiting for the grunt of agreement before hoisting Pooch onto his shoulder and starting to run.
He heard the pained expletives as Pooch struggled to stay balanced and not drop the weapons he was carrying. Jensen rounded a corner and ground to a halt, letting out his own quiet, "Oh Fuck!"
"Gonna have to set you down, Pooch, and umm . . . we're in the shit now," he said quietly. As he carefully lowered Pooch to the ground, he felt his team mate take a grenade from a side pocket and quietly begin to count down. He turned carefully, supporting Pooch's weight as Pooch threw the grenade into the crowd of armed men before them, before pulling him back round the corner to shelter from the blast.
He peered round the corner as the dust settled relieved to find the way cleared of the threat. Carefully supporting Pooch as he stood back up again, he said, "Lean on me, Legless Pooch, when you're not strong, I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on!"
Pooch gave a resigned laugh and patted him on the back, before Jensen hoisted him back up and they began to move again.