A/N: Hey, everyone! Look, I'm not dead! :)
For those of you who read Here in Our Moments, just know that I'm still working on it. Because it's oneshot number 25, I want it to be awesome.
I'm unsure about this story. I like it - but I don't know if anyone else will. It seems a little random, but hopefully you will enjoy this! It will be multi-chaptered, but it won't be too many, I figure.
So, why don't we get started! Enjoy please! :)

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own KFP. Well, darn.

Spirit

"The Arrow"

Po's eyes looked up. He scanned and scanned for some type of cover, but the pouring rain clouded his vision. Po could barely hear himself think among the thunder, rain, and Tigress' deep breathing.

He looked at her. She leaned deep into his side, her arm slung around his back as his arm was around her shoulders. She walked at his pace, but her pained grimace was obvious to Po even with the rain in his eyes.

"We need to find shelter!" Tigress yelled in his ear, hoping to be heard.

Po barely did hear her, and he couldn't help but think a sarcastically annoyed don't you think I'm looking?! but kept his mouth shut. He stopped walking for a moment, thusly Tigress did, too, and he paused and searched with his eyes.

There! Was that an entrance to a cave? Po shrugged: only one way to find out.

He took himself and Tigress to the spot, where he discovered he was right. The moment he stepped inside, Tigress pushed him away a little and said, "Search the back. We need to know this cave is unoccupied."

All Po had to do was look up, and he saw the back of the cave only a few feet ahead. "Don't worry," was all he said.

He was surprised Tigress was standing by herself, what with an arrow protruding from her side. The whole arrow, too. Po grimaced at the flashback running through his head. But she then found a rock – one that came to her midline when she sat beside it and pointed up for her to wrap her arms around.

"Po, I need you to listen to me." She hissed with pain. She was sitting away from him; her back facing him and her front facing the cave's wall. She continued, "Pull out the binding and a water holder from your backpack."

Within no time at all, Po was behind her, throwing his backpack off and searching for the items. He found them and, placing them beside him, said, "Alright."

"Now," Tigress went on. "Remove my vest."

Po gaped. It also took some time for his mouth to work, and when it finally did, out came, "H-huh?"

"Po!" She hollered strictly. "This is no time to be shy!"

No time to be shy – He thought, but she was already continuing on, "We need to fix me up, so slap the blush off your face and help me!"

She can't even see my blush, Po thought stubbornly. But then he crawled over to face in front of her. He slowly unbuttoned her vest, as to not hurt her, as she clutched on the rock with a pained scowl.

When the buttons were cleared, he said softly, "I'm going to remove the vest now."

She hissed a breath and then released her grasp on the rock. He slowly and gently removed the vest through her left arm, her healthy side. He then took a deep breath and removed it from her right arm, trying his best not to hurt her more than he had to (or touch the arrow). She hissed in a breath, but she otherwise stayed quiet.

Tigress chest was bound beneath her vest, and Po felt stupid for acting so embarrassed. But before Po could think of this anymore, she was already commanding him of the next step: "Come to my front and break the front of the arrow."

Po did so, crawling on his knees over to her front. His hand shook as it hovered over the arrow, praying to every god he knew that he would do it write and not hurt her, before he grasped the front of the arrow. The arrowhead seemed to be mocking him, reminding him that this was all his fault. But he then snapped the arrow, making it mostly disappear from this end.

"Good," Tigress commended. "Now go to the back and pull the arrow out."

Again, Po gaped. And once again, when his voice finally worked, he let out a, "Huh-what?"

She didn't repeat herself. He realized she was dead serious, and he once again crawled behind her.

"The second it's out," Tigress added. "Wash it out with water. It's not much at all, but it's something. Then bind the wound as quickly and tightly as you again – even if it hurts me. Do you hear me, Po?"

He nodded but then realized she could not see his nod, for he was behind her. "Yes."

Po double-checked the water was close to him and Tigress, and then he took hold of the end of the arrow and pulled slowly. It seemed to take forever, but finally, the arrow was out. He quickly then threw a few splashes of water on the puncture, and then he wrapped the binding tightly around her waist several times and tried his best to ignore her murmurs of pain.

Po took a deep breath, he even let himself begin to relax, when it was finished. He sat there with a relieved smile on his face, daring himself to hope again, when Tigress spoke up, "Po. My vest."

He began to blush as he exclaimed, "Of course!" And quickly helped her put her vest back on. She was still in pain, but she seemed more comfortable with an arrow no longer in her side.

After a few moment of silence, Po dared to ask, "So what now?"

"We rest," Tigress answered, "and we wait for the rain to stop. When it does, we'll head back to the Palace."

Po gave a nod, muttering, "Right."

Tigress smiled softly at him. "Get some rest. I'll keep first watch."

"No," Po protested. "You need rest more than me. I'll take first watch."

She wanted him to rest, but at the same time, she realized she was too tired to argue, and thusly, realized he was right. She gave a small nod, another soft smile, and then made herself comfortable by leaning against the wall and began to sleep.

Po's eyes scanned from the entrance of the cave and then back at Tigress every few minutes. And with a shake of his head, he ridiculed himself.

He should have listened! She said quiet! and he kept on talking! It was because of him that she couldn't hear the two archers, nor the arrow in time to dodge. At the sight of her down, Po went at her side. She had screamed, "The archers, Po!"

And he had turned to the tree the arrow had come from, kicked it as hard as he could, and down came an archer. Po fought him into unconsciousness, and when Po turned back, Tigress had already taken down the second. But by then, she was drained of energy, and she needed to get the arrow out of her side now.

Po prayed Tigress' simple plan would work. Once the rain stopped, they would back home: with no other detours or problems.