I do not own the series or the charaters.

Warning: Possible Razer X Kilawog

My friend, RB, had always thought they'd be the perfect pair

Elbows deep in Aya's mainframe, the ship rather than her humaniod body, Razer bit his tounge to keep from cursing for the thousandth time that day. They had crash landed from beind attacked by pirates, which in itself was rediculous in his honest opinion, and Aya was tending to Hal and Kilawog who had been injured in the inital crash. The human had an injured hand that had been crushed while Kilawog had been thrown through a doorway and into a wall, knocking him out. And here he was, stuck fixing the stupid ship since those idiots didn't have the idea of using their rings to protect themselves from the crash. Though, even as he did, it couldn't fully prtect him. He remembered hitting his head fairly hard, along with getting the wind knocked out of him as he smashed againt the control panel. His chest was still burning.

He sighed, pulling out of the console.

Looking around, all he saw was damage and time being wasted. Wires had fallen from the roofing, hanging dangerously low, while others were skewed about the cold floor, threatening to trip people up. Metal bits and chunks were piled throughout the room. Sure, Aya was helping but this was going to take a while to fix. The problem was that they were running low on food. Sure, he didn't need to eat for months, but the others weren't built like him and needed constant nutrition. Well, Aya didn't, but again, she was a robot. Maybe he'd take a quick scan of the immediate area and see if there was anything they could eat.

He had changed into some clothing that Aya had in her storage compartment. He wore a, ironicly, green shit with a pair of baggy, what Hal calls, jeans with several pockets. Why would he need so many large pockets? His shoes were the same as his other ones. He had forgotten how confortable average clothing could be, rather than the armor generated by the red ring on his middle finger. But, he still wore it.

He bent down, his back screaming in pain, and garbbed another tool. If he could at least get the defences working, he'd be happy. He couldn't supress the hiss of pain as he stood, his head aching. How long had he been at this? Looking out the front window, he almost growled again. It was getting dark quickly and he was beyond exhusted, but there was no way he was going to be able to sleep unless there was some sort of grid put into place. He almost smirked, knowing the others didn't know how handy he was in the technology field.

The door opened behind him but he had not noticed. He was more worried about getting zapped for the millionth time, almost wishing he would so that it'd wake him up. Almost. A few moments later, the machine below him began humming quietly, filling the room with its solitary noise. Pulling out, he reset the controls and stepped back, admiring his handiwork, before idly wondering what else he should or could do before calling it a night, and rolling his stiff shoulders.
"Nice work, Pozer. Didn't know you knew how fix computers." Came a grunt from behind him.
"Bite me and get it over with, mutt." He had also taken to calling Kilawog a mutt, which, inwardly, he found fairly amusing when the pink creature tried to correct him or got flustered over it.
"What's your problem?" he sounded only slightly offended, much to Razer's disappointment.
"Nothing." He stretched but recoiled in a wince, his hand insticntivly going to where it hurt; his ribcage.
"Ya sure?" Kilawog eyed him, not believeing him.
"Yes." he all but snarled

-X-

Later that night, Hal and Kilawog ate dinner in the control room, much to Aya's dismay, since the control room was not a place meant to eat.
"My thanks, Kilawgo, for fixing the navigation and defence grids." she contiued her repairs.
"It wasn't me. It was Razer." the tall alien shrugged from his seat.
"Razer?" Hal asked, surprised. "Hey, speaking of which, where is he?" He looked around, trying to find the Red Lantern.
"My sensors indicate that he is in his room."
"Why?" Kilawog asked.
"I saw him hit his head and he did crash into the control panel..." Hal trailed off, before just mumbling a 'nevermind'.
"Actually, Hal, i think you may be on to something. He was...well, he seemed hurt when i stumbled upon him working."
"It is unlikely he would have gotten through the crash without injury. My attentuion had been divided between the two of you since you had the most obvious injury. I had not had the opurtunity to ask him if he had been injured." Aya monotoned as she worked placing several of the roof's wires back into their proper positions. "Shall we go and ask him?"
"Nah, if the pozer is hurt and he's being dumb enough to hide it, let'm suffer." Kilawog sat back, lacing his fingers behind his head.
"Yeah, its not like he saved your life a few times or anything." Hal's words left the big guy feeling guilty, so he sighed.

They all moved down the halls, twoards the bedrooms. Kilawog couldn't stop himself from replaying Razer's recoil in pain in the control room earlier that night. He couldn't stop himself from pushing a bit faster than nessecary. Nor could he stop from himself from opening the door rather than knocking.

Razer was surprised when his door opened suddenly, with no warning. He was laying on his bed, half-asleep. He bolted upright, half afraid that something had happened or that they were under attack again. Before he could even get a word out, he was clentching his teeth and holding his ribs; a white hot agony was shooting throughout his ribcage.

"Razer, you okay?" Hal reached for him but was given a leathal glare that made his arm freeze.
"What's going on?" he ground out.
"Just came to check on you..." Hal said, letting his arm drop. "Its a good thing we did. You're injured."
"B-Get out." Razer took a moment; he had been shocked at how Hal had said that, how the mutt was looking guilty. He flopped back onto his bed and turned his back to them, biting down a scream of agony.
"Razer, just let Aya check you out, man." Kilawog stepped forward, oddly blushing. "It'll be better than the pain you're feelin' now."
Razer could only stare at the mutt, dumbly, mutely. "Fine," he grumbled.

In the medical wing, Razer sat shirtless as she carefully poked and prodded his chest, inticing hissing out pain and growls of someone who was beyond displeased. After a small while, with the two Green Lanterns at the doorway, she carefully wrapped his chest, making the bandages tight but not so much he couldn't breath. "It will take some time to heal. I suggest not oing anything strainious and to rest. Take this for the pain and should you need more, just ask."

Looking like he was about to refuse, Aya stated calmly, "That was not a request, Razer. You need to rest and this will ease the pain and allow you to sleep."

Begrugedly, he took the medication and swallowed it. A few mintues later, after carefully slipping his shirt back on, Razer began feeling dizzy.

"...was a tranquilizer?" He thought before the world turned black.