Title: An Unexpected Blessing
Summary: Brooklyn may be a genius but he had no idea that twisting his ankle due to a confrontation in the park would lead to such interesting results.
Pairings: Spencer/Brooklyn, Bryan/Garland
Warnings: Yaoi, Fluff, Twoshot.
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade. The pairing Spencer/Brooklyn belongs to Winter-Rae.
This fic is dedicated to my good friend Winter-Rae -huggles-. Spencer/Brooklyn is an adorable pairing! I'm still baffled as to why I've never thought of it before. It's so cute! I hope you like it! -huggles everyone-
Ah, the park. It has to be Brooklyn's most favorite place in the world. So peaceful and secluded. In the middle of the city, yet miles away from all the hustle and bustle of civilization. He spends many hours simply walking with no predetermined destination in mind.
He especially loves mid afternoon, the odds of running into a certain someone is much higher this time of day.
Brooklyn smiles as he holds out his hand, allowing a small yellow bird to perch upon his finger, the color of its feathers immediately reminding him of a blonde hair Russian.
Spencer. He's a mystery and a half.
On the outside he looks like a body guard or a brainless weightlifter. The kind who's only talent is heaving picnic tables onto the roof of an apartment building while repeating the phrase 'Me, Strong!' over and over again. And he plays into that role very well. But the truth of the matter is, Spencer is one of the smartest people Brooklyn has ever met.
And it isn't just Beyblade his knowledgeable about. His medical knowledge rivals that of a PHD, which makes him much more desirable choice for those close to him to go to for any reason regarding their health.
The fact that Spencer is very trustworthy, loyal and honest is a plus as well.
He's also a bit of a mother hen, though not nearly as much as a certain blue hair enigma, but he's close enough. With a rebellious smartass, an adrenaline junkie and a pint-size pipsqueak who likes to stick his nose where it doesn't belong, it's no wonder the Blitzkrieg boys have two 'mothers' in their team.
The one thing that really draws Brooklyn to the big lug is that Spencer enjoys the peace of the park nearly as much as he does. Hence the reason why he likes running into him in the afternoon. They can spend hours either talking about nothing in particular or say nothing at all and enjoy the silence together in comfort.
"I hope he comes soon," Brooklyn whispers to his tiny bird friend. "He's a very intriguing human, isn't he?"
The tiny bird chirps happily in response, before flapping its wings and taking off into the clear blue sky, circling a few times over head before disappearing from sight.
Brooklyn watches with his never wavering smile before deciding to move about, adding to his chances of running into Spencer.
A gentle breeze caresses his hair as he walks around aimlessly, his piecing green eyes surveying his surroundings for any sign of life, human or otherwise.
The sound of approaching footsteps alerts Brooklyn that there are others in the park He thinks that it's possibility Spencer, but the footsteps are clumsy and there are more than one person. In fact, there seems to be two stomping their way through the once peace sanctuary of nature.
A few in front of Brooklyn, a couple of seemingly drunken strangers appear, talking harshly to each other. They string a few incoherent sentences together, something about their mamas and spit on the ground.
Brooklyn flinches in disgust. How can anyone treat nature in such a foul manner?
"Well, who do we have here?" One of the guys slur, turning his attention to Brooklyn, a sly and perverse smirk on his lips. He saunters over to him, reeking of alcohol and other foul odors. "Whatcha doing out here all by yourself, pretty boy? Don't you know that's dangerous?"
Brooklyn narrows his eyes as he reels back from the stench, physically feeling ill. There is also a small sense of fear. He isn't exactly good at dealing with complete strangers.
"Wait a minute, I've seen this guy before," the other guy also saunters up to the teen, narrowing his eyes as the stares at him. "Oh, yeah. He's that freak who tried to destroy the world."
"I'm sorry?" Brooklyn blinks in confusion, but then his eyes widen in fear when one of them grab him by the arm. He tries to pull his arm back, desperately wanting to get out of this increasingly hostile situation. "Let go!"
They laugh sadistically and mercilessly, one of them throwing Brooklyn to the ground, purposely aiming for a small puddle of water still lingering from last night's rain. Brooklyn sits up in the puddle, coughing painfully when some of the water falls into his mouth. A sharp pain shoots up Brooklyn's leg and he immediately reaches for his ankle. He tries his best to ignore the throbbing in his ankle and the mocking laughter from the two strangers before him.
I wish Spencer was here, Brooklyn finds himself thinking as he tenderly rubs his ankle to will the pain away.
"What's wrong, freak?" One of them laughs. Suddenly, two large hands land on their shoulders, almost crushing the bones in a steel, vice like grip.
Brooklyn peers through his mud soak hair when the laughter suddenly stops and his eyes immediately fill with relief. It's Spencer! He came!
"Is there a problem?" The burly blonde asks in a voice that is low, calm and very, very dangerous. The air surrounding his area of the park immediately falls a few degrees as Spencer's gaze is nothing sort of vicious.
The two drunken louts immediately stiffen as the artic chill of Spencer's voice brings shivers down their spines. The air is electric as a dangerous presence falls over them. Slowly, they mechanically turn their heads to look over their shoulders, craning their neck upwards to see what they can only describe as a blonde muscle man glaring with utter disgust.
"What the hell are you?" One the men slowly mutter, blatant fear spreading across his and his companions face.
With murderous intent blazing in his eyes, Spencer turns the two around to face him, taking his hands from their respective shoulders and grabbing them by the collars of their shirts. He pulls them towards him as he towers over them. "Maybe you'd like to discuss matters with me?"
"No, I'm done," One of them replies in a high pitch, squeaky voice.
"I should think so," Spencer hisses as he effortlessly lifts them off the ground and then hurl them through the air, landing on the ground painfully a few feet away. "Now get out of here."
They don't need to be told twice. In a blink of an eye, the two scramble to their feet and begin running for their lives, stumbling through the bushes and tripping over every obstacle in their way.
As soon as they are out of sight, Spencer turns to the fallen teen. He walks over to the Beyblade genius and kneels next to him, paying no mind to the wet soil. "Are you alright?"
Brooklyn tries to brush some of the mud off his clothes. "I'm all wet."
Spencer's eyes soften and he leans forward, wrapping an arm around Brooklyn's shoulders and easily helping him to his feet. "Here, lets get you out of the water."
"Thank you," Brooklyn whispers as he rises to his feet, but immediately winces when he puts pressure on his ankle. "Ow."
"What's wrong?" Spencer asks a mere split second later, concern in his voice.
Despite the pain, Brooklyn finds a smile gracing his lips at the concern. Spencer really is like a big, fluffy teddy bear. "I think I twisted my ankle when I fell."
A twitch on an eyebrow. "Did they do anything else?"
"No, you appeared only a few seconds after they did." Brooklyn replies quickly, trying his best to reassure the blonde, knowing that if the two men did try anything, Spencer would hunt them down in a heart beat. "Don't worry."
Spencer stares at him for a moment, searching his eyes to see if he's telling the truth. After a few intense and silent moments, he nods his head before turning his attention back to his ankle. "Let me have a look at your ankle."
Kneeling on the ground, Spencer wraps an arm around Brooklyn's waist and gentle rests him on his knee, carefully examining the slightly swollen appendage. Involuntary, Brooklyn shivers as electric pauses race through his body after each touch of Spencer's fingertips against his skin.
Peering through his eyelashes, Brooklyn gazes upon Spencer's face, carefully taking in every detail. The way his brow is knotting in concentration, the look of blatant concern in his sea green eyes, the way he presses his lips together in a thin line, a sign that he's in deep thought.
Brooklyn has long realized that he has feelings for the blonde hair Russian, but is it possible that be has feelings for him, too?
A small sigh escapes Spencer's lips. "You've sprained it."
Brooklyn swallows thickly and nods as he tries to climb to his feet, but Spencer gives him a stern glance.
"What are you doing?" Spencer asks.
Raising an eyebrow, Brooklyn glances at him in mild amusement. "You don't expect me to stay here, do you?"
"I expect you to stay still," Spencer tells him, then startles the Beyblade genius by leaning down and scooping him up into his arms, effortlessly holding him high off the ground.
Brooklyn latches onto his neck in reflex. "What are you doing?"
"I'm taking you back to my place so you can get cleaned up and I can have a better look at your ankle," Spencer tells him bluntly, as he begins to walk. "We can't have you walking on a sprain ankle."
Brooklyn presses his lips into a thin line in an effort to stop a smile from appearing on his lips and shakes his head. "I don't have much say in this, do I?"
"None what-so-ever."
Ok, this was suppose to be a Oneshot, but I think I'll make it into a twoshot… Draw the torture out some more! Mwahahahahahahahahaha!
Spencer: …You're not suppose to say that out loud.
…I said that out loud? -sweatdrops-
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