You're My Kryptonite
Duo winced as his leg made contact with the hard earth beneath him. Despite the rain earlier in the day, they were in a grassy area not prone to muddying up. In fact, the ground was pretty dry—it was his mobile suit that was wet. Go figure. Birds from a nearby tree scattered to the skies, which were still a nasty shade of grey, shaken from their branches. He saw Heero peer over the side of the cockpit hatch before he used the zip-line lift to gracefully descend. Heero always made falling from heights look easy and relatively painless, but that was far from Duo's reality. The truth was, it hurt like a bitch. He slowly sucked air into his lungs in an attempt at keeping calm and trying not to scream as Heero approached to assess the damage.
"Fuck," Duo hissed in response to Heero's unspoken question of, "You okay?" Heero knelt down next to him, taking care to not move or touch Duo's leg.
"Your leg?"
Duo nodded.
"Can you move it?"
Duo shook his head. The impact had jarred his whole body and he had to try to not just lay down and curl up against a tree or something. He grabbed onto Heero's shoulder for support.
"Don't even think about setting it," Duo warned through grit teeth. His adrenaline hadn't kicked in yet.
"I need to splint it before I move you so Sally can take a look at it," said Heero matter-of-factly. "Wait here."
Like I have a goddamned choice, Duo thought, as Heero went back to his cockpit to find materials for a splint.
"Can you hurry, though? It kinda hurts. Not like you'd know anything about that because you're friggin' Superman there, completely indestructible."
"Even Superman has a weakness," Heero retorted.
"So what's your Kryptonite?"
Heero came back with two steel pipes, a roll of gauze, and some electrical tape.
"People who fall from mobile suits because they don't clean up rain water. Now don't move."
Duo was expecting it to hurt, even though Heero tried his best to be gentle, but Duo found he didn't really feel anything. The pipes were cold, and the gauze was kind of rough and itchy on his skin, but no pain whatsoever.
"You don't have any medical tape?"
Heero tore off a strip of electrical tape with his teeth and used it to hold the gauze and makeshift brace in place.
"I'm not a hospital, Duo. You get what you get." He sat back on his heels to admire his handiwork.
"So how are we getting me to Sally's medical tent place if I can't really walk?"
"Not via teleportation," said Heero. "And I can't fly either."
Duo pouted.
"I can carry you."
"I want piggyback." Duo crossed his arms.
"It'd be easier to carry you in my arms than that way."
Duo pouted more. "Save that shit for when we're married okay? I want a piggyback."
Heero sighed, and carefully moved Duo so he could 'fall' on his back. Duo wrapped his arms around Heero's neck and gasped when Heero shifted.
"You okay?"
"Holy shit are you muscular," Duo mused, feeling the tension in Heero's back and shoulders. "It's kind of a turn-on." He nuzzled Heero's neck.
"You have a broken leg and here you are using pick-up lines. Where are your priorities, Agent Maxwell?"
"I have none. You know that. Besides…" Duo shifted and Heero tensed even more. "This is a turn-on."
"You'd better get rid of that before Sally looks at you," was all Heero said before they started the walk back to their assignment post, where Sally's medical station was set up.
"I think you know how to get rid of it, babe," Duo purred.
"Don't make me drag your ass back to camp instead."
Duo sighed. "Okay, okay." There was a pause. "Heero?"
"Yes, Duo?"
Duo kissed Heero's cheek. "Thanks."
Heero brushed his cheek against Duo's. "I'm your partner, I'm supposed to have your back."