Title: Amicus
Author: Gabrielle Day
Warnings: Eh, no. Its set during the first movie, so unless you haven't seen the first movie, but even then spoilery would be negligible.
A/N: So I just saw the second one about a week ago, and it was adorable. My favorites are still Jed and Octavius (even if Larry/Amelia was also super cute) and I found this ficlet floating about my hard drive. Enjoy!
Jed pushed himself up on his arms and looked around, dazed. Great. The car is melting, he thought. He frowned, realizing he was alone.
"Octavius?" he called. His companion et foe offered no reply. His gaze landed on the other figure, laying several feet away, shiny metal helmet lost in the fray. His breath caught in his throat. The Roman general was not moving. Jed jumped up and slugged his way through the unforgiving inch of snow and fell to the man's side.
"Hey, man, wake up. Octavius, come to, partner."
Jed's concern grew when he noticed a gash on Octavius' forehead. Jed brushed the back of his fingers against the cool skin and through dark hair.
"Oh, hey, you can't be dead. You can't be dead." He mumbled.
He fumbled with the ties on the torso armor, desperate for any kind of movement or acknowledgement from his friend. They finally came undone in his fingers and he lifted the heavy body piece away.
"You're not bleeding, don't be dead." He said, gently touching Octavius' side, afraid to inflict anymore damage than the flipping of the car had done. He clenched the tunic in his fists and resisted the urge to shake the stubborn general by the shoulders. "You gonna quit on me now? That ain't no way to loose a fight. It ain't right. It ain't right."
He pushed his hat off and laid his head on Octavius' chest, above his heart. Jed heard nothing, and he refused to admit that he was crying the loss of the Roman.
Octavius squinted and opened his eyes. Well this is not a good development, he thought, turning his head and observing the car disintegrating before his very eyes. He took a deep breath and glanced down to the weight on his chest and was mildly startled to find a blond head below his face. He frowned, realizing that his friend was either crying or having a breathing problem. Octavius lifted a shaky hand and placed it on Jed's head, petting the blond hair rather awkwardly.
"Jed? Is everything all right?" he asked quietly.
Jed jerked up, his expression one of awe and excitement. "You're alive? Really? You didn't die? I didn't mean to call you a quitter, honestly."
"What do you mean, am I alive? Of course I'm alive. Why would you think otherwise?" The Roman asked, confused.
Jed sat up and pulled Octavius up as well, keeping his grip on his friend's arms. "I thought you were dead. You didn't have a heartbeat."
Octavius was quiet for a moment. "I'm flattered for your concern, but Jed, we're plastic. We don't have heartbeats."
There was a long pause before Jed got up and walked a few steps away.
Octavius was nearly smacked in the face with his armor a moment later.
"Get a move on, toga boy. We gotta get back before we turn dust like."
Jed hid a sniffle and wiped his nose on his sleeve. Octavius grinned and put on his armor.