Dodging a Bullet

By CatherineJosephineMarie007

Author's Notes: As I am sure everyone noticed, our gallant hero Davy Hodges put himself in harm's way to save his girl, Wendy Simms. Now, I did not see the entire episode, but I don't think there was a later scene with the two of them, so I'm writing one. Enjoy Wedges!

Disclaimer: I no own. You no sue. Capiche? Capiche.

The lab was in chaos; evidence bags and files littered the floor, freshly- sterilized tools were now freshly contaminated on the floor, and bullets were still ringing through the lab, making the panes of glass tinkle in pieces to the floor. People were falling, bleeding.

I t had started so suddenly that Wendy Simms hadn't had time to get out of the hallway before one of the black- suited men was upon her, firing bullets directly at her chest. The lab had been its usual quiet, focused self, and now that was being disrupted with deadly precision. She froze as the first bullet missed her, staring wide eyed at the man that resembled agents from 'The Matrix'.

It was then that she felt herself flying, the bullet missing her by inches and sprawling to the ground inside one of the evidence rooms. The windows had already been shot out, and Wendy felt the broken glass split through her lab coat and cut her arms. Wendy heard a groan behind her. The voice was familiar. She rolled onto her back to see David Hodges, one arm pinned beneath her waist, with blood stains up and down his arms.

"Oh, my god, David," she gasped, moving to sit up. But David moved like a flash, dragging her behind the door a few seconds before the gunman ran past, still firing randomly. She looked up at the man who had her back pressed firmly against his chest. He looked down at her, giving her that smile he rarely showed anyone but her. He had dimples, the cutest dimples she'd ever seen, in fact. She smiled back.

Slowly, the employees of the lab re-emerged from their hiding places. Across the lab, Wendy could hear Catherine screaming for an ambulance.

"Thank you." Wendy said. She scooted forward, allowing him to stand up. He offered her a hand. She was blushing a bit. "I'm sorry, though, for that." She gestured to the blood now seeping through his sleeves and the back of his shirt.

"Wendy, I had to," he said desperately, grasping her hand. When I saw you in the hallway, just... standing there, my...my heart stopped. I couldn't breathe. If you'd been shot, if you'd—I don't know what I would have done."

Wendy smiled, wrapping her arms around him soothingly. "That never would have happened. I should have known you'd come to my rescue. Like you said, we were made for each other."

David looked at her like she'd just sprouted two heads and proclaimed herself President of the Galaxy. "Where did you hear that?" he choked.

"I used a translator for what you said to me. I understand, David. I feel the same way. Someday soon, right?" she smiled wistfully.

"Yeah," he replied. "Soon."

"Until then, want to get breakfast with me later?"

"Yeah." David smiled again, his real smile. "Come on; we'd better go get checked out."

They walked to the front doors of the lab with the rest of their colleagues, David's are wrapped securely around Wendy's shoulders.

Author's Notes: I am seriously in love with this ship! The observant among you will have noticed the reference to Zaphod Beeblebrox, President of the Galaxy in Douglas Adams' novel. ZAPHOD IS MY HOMEBOY!