I have decided to create a mini-archive of Razer x Aya fics and drabbles. I fell in love with these two after episode 6 and have been shipping them like frigging FedEx ever since. I'll just be leaving random little tidbits of my brain around here, so watch where you step. :)

Title of Fic: No Retreat

Type: [Very] Short fic

Summary: Hal and Kilowog contemplate the best way to encourage Razer and Aya out of hiding.

Thought Process: These two pulled at my dreams and brought this to me in my delirious half-sleep, so I reckoned I better write it up.

"I don't think that's a good idea, at least not under these... Circumstances," he replied with a sigh.

"Well what'd you suppose we do about it then, Jordan?" the Green Lantern's associate quizzed him.

Hal frowned for a moment, deep in thought. His brow furrowed before he began to speak. "I dunno; we can't just burst in on them, but it's been two days since the pair of them have emerged from Razer's quarters and I dunno about you, but I'm beginning to forget what they look like."

"Well what option do we have but to kick the door down and tell 'em to get their lazy butts moving?" Kilowog reasoned, sensitive as ever. "We've been floating through space for too long now. We need to do something," he added.

"No, we can't just break in on them! Razer was badly hurt from that last blast and Aya's been looking after him. I think they're going through an... Intimate time."

As his ears fell back and he winced, Kilowog pulled an expression which had Hal creasing up with laughter in seconds. "Euggh! Thanks a bunch, Jordan, now I've got a mental image that ain't gonna go away easy. Man, this is all so ridiculous. Last time I knocked on that door Aya said she was busy, and quite sharp at that. They ain't gonna let us in."

"Same here, but we have to try once more. We have to try and reason with them from the other side of the door," mused Hal.

"That won't be necessary," a coarse voice behind them announced. Hal and Kilowog spun around from their station with such force that they created a draft.

Razer, tall and brazen in his slightly cracked Red Lantern armour, stood behind the open hatch doors leading onto the bridge. Aya stood beside him, ever loyal. The scars from the last battle were visible on Razer's chin and cheek, but had faded considerably. They were healing.

"Hey Jordan, do you know these guys? I think I recognise them, but from a very long time ago." Kilowog grumbled.

"Hey, guys, you've finally appeared! How are you feeling, Ra..." Hal was quick to jump in, but his words fell away in his mouth as his gaze dropped down from the AI and Red Lantern's faces. Kilowog opened his mouth to query Hal on the sudden loss of speech but he, too, was silenced by the same realisation.

At first, Razer and Aya had seemed to have simply been standing there, side-by-side, no contact made. And that was the way it appeared, until your eyes wandered down to Razer's left and Aya's right hand.

They were intertwined in all their modest, sheepish and subtle glory; artificial sea-green skin melting into gashed gloves revealing broken and bleeding flesh so desperately seeking love.

Her silky fingertips gently smoothed over his bony knuckles as they waited for Hal and Kilowog to respond. For all that time, there was no breaking apart, no shy falling gaze, no retreat. Just Razer and Aya, their palms proud and harmonious in each other's long-awaited hold.