The keys clacked noisily as the Garuru platoon's intelligence officer worked quickly on her keyboard. The noise was almost amplified by the fact that the room was silent, only the muted sounds of explosions and gunfire were audible past the thick walls and windows of the darkened space ship.

Tororo hated being left in the ship alone during a battle. Sure, she wasn't any good at physical combat, sharp shooting or anything like that. She was weak, and could only use computers, so she was always ordered to stay on the ship. Not that she had a problem with it, no, she liked being safe and being able to help via computer hacking and the like… it was just the worry. While she was in here, although she had trackers and direct communication links to her whole team, she couldn't see any of them, and she hated it.

Today was the fifth of an eight day mission in which provisions needed to be dropped in on Keronian troops who were fighting on a distant planet by the name of 'Koostuu' . Tororo also had to report to and from the troops to headquarters, and Pururu had to help out the injured. Zoruru, Garuru and Taruru had to make sure this could be carried out without disruption from enemy soldiers, the 'body guards' in the operation. The ship got targeted a lot, so all she could ever hear outside were her team parrying the enemy's blows. They had been doing a pretty good job, not one of them had really received any major injury.

Well, until now.

There was a deafening smash followed by the sound of glass scattering everywhere and a heavy thud. Tororo whipped her head around, praying it wasn't a bomb, and wiped her steamed up glasses so she could see clearer. The thing that had crashed through the window was not or a bomb, or any other weapon – it was the unconscious form of Taruru. Tororo squeaked uncharacteristically before running over to the blue frog on the floor. He wasn't badly wounded – only a few cuts and scratches from the glass and a black mark at the top right of his hat, signalling that he had been skimmed by a laser, not enough to really wound him, but enough to graze his head and knock him out. Tororo briefly thought about calling Pururu, but knew that would not be a good idea, as she was busy on the planet's surface, so she simply sent a brief message to Garuru detailing what had happened to Taruru and the ship before dragging him in to one of Pururu's small medical bays that were dotted around the ship encase of an injury that meant the patient could not be moved far, and Tororo was infinitely thankful for this.

After a short struggle, Tororo managed to lift the younger frog onto one of the medical beds, and carried out some basic first aid before going back into the control room she had been in moments before and retrieving her laptop. She had work to do, but she refused to leave Taruru alone in the medical room without supervision. There was a possibility that something bad could happen to him and Tororo didn't want to risk that.

Tororo woke up from her spot next to the bed Taruru was lay on. She noted he was still out cold, and briefly wondered if he had a concussion… there was no way someone with as much energy as Taruru would stay in bed through one day to the next, even if he was injured. She sent a message about it to Pururu before opening her laptop to continue her work from the day before. However, she just couldn't seem to concentrate, glancing worriedly at Taruru every so often until she was eventually just staring at him. Why was she so worried? Zoruru had come back from fights with much worse injuries (Hey, she'd been the one to give him his armour side... it was probably the only time she'd ever been worried about someone's condition before now). Did she not have any faith in him as a fighter? She shook her head. Taruru was an amazing fighter; she had no doubt in her mind about that. Then why was she so nervous about Taruru simply being knocked out? He wasn't even actually injured!

She looked back at her laptop, before huffing and pushing it away, knowing she wasn't going to get anything done, and moved her chair closer to Taruru's bedside. She grabbed hold of one of his shoulders and shook it roughly.

"Taruru" She muttered, not bothering to speak up as she assumed he wouldn't hear her anyway. He did nothing except snuffle slightly and fractionally altar the angle he was lay in. It was like he was just sleeping normally. She shook him again, repeating his name, only a little louder. Tororo jumped as Taruru let out an annoyed groan, before whipping his arm up, wrapping it around Tororo's shoulders and pinning her to his chest. She yelped quietly as he did it, and frowned into his shoulder.

"Let go" She managed to mutter through his choke hold. When she got no reaction, she glanced up only to find that Taruru was still sound asleep. So he was just dreaming. She sighed with relief, before finally realising just what kind of position she was in. She flushed slightly red and attempted to slide out of his grasp, only for it to tighten.

"Noooo…" Taruru moaned quietly in his sleep, using his other arm to crush Tororo's face further into his chest. What did he think she was, a teddy bear?

Tororo began to squirm uncomfortably. Why did Taruru have to be so strong?

Oh yeah, that's kind of his job.

Tororo cursed the fact that Keronians had such large heads, as it was now impossible to slide out of her friend's grasp. She struggled for a while longer before realising that if she relaxed, Taruru would probably relax his grip on her, allowing her to escape, so she did just that, despite how awkward it was. Taruru made a strange noise of approval in his sleep, a look of victory spreading over his face. So was that supposed to have been a head lock? Tororo was only glad he wasn't conscious enough to actually injure her with a move like that.

Despite Taruru's victorious expression, his grip on her only lessened to the point where it was no longer uncomfortable, but still impossible to escape from. Tororo decided with a heavy sigh that the only option was to wait. And wait she did. Until she fell asleep.

Taruru awoke with a comfortable, warm feeling in his chest, and a slightly dull pain over most of his limbs. It took him a while of basking in this blank state of mind before his thoughts cleared and he remembered what happened. He quickly opened his eyes and glanced around.

Was he… dead?

"Am I in heaven?" He asked in almost a whisper.

He suddenly felt the warmth on his chest shift. Looking down, he was met with the exasperated gaze of Tororo. He suddenly realised he was holding her very close to him, but was too confused to let go.

"What a weird thing to ask" Tororo yawned. It only took Taruru a second to put two and two together.

"No! I didn't mean that! I honestly thought I was dead or something!" He cried, his face beginning to redden as he finally came to his senses and released her from his crushing embrace. Tororo stood up, and brushed herself off. She tilted her head curiously in Taruru's direction.

"You remember what happened?"

"Yes… There was this ship… and enemy ship… and something shot out of it and exploded, I just remember flying backwards and then everything went black" He explained before slowly sitting up and cautiously moving his limbs.

"I don't feel much pain, though. Besides the ache of having obviously hit something as I was blown back…"

"Well, you don't look injured to me, but I wouldn't move too much until Pururu comes back" Tororo instructed, before hesitantly smiling at her friend.

"I'm really glad you woke up"

Taruru's face reddened, touched by her concern, but that didn't stop him from giving his usual smart ass reply.

"Aw, you're so worried about me… Could you be falling for me?" He said in the most obnoxiously exaggerated way possible. He promptly received a hard medical pillow to the face.

"Don't push your luck, flecks. You're lucky I even bothered to drag you into this room" Tororo spat, though her face was still red.

"Then why were you snuggled up to me?" Taruru grinned, poking his tongue out.

"Because you gave me a headlock in your sleep, Rambo" Tororo drawled sarcastically. Taruru rolled his eyes and lay back down, a small smirk still in place before he eventually let it drop.

"Thank you for caring for me, Tororo" He muttered quietly before rolling over so he wasn't facing her and that she couldn't see him blush.

A/N

Wow, there's barely any dialogue in this one, and that's coming from someone who writes so much dialogue I might as well call my stories scripts XD

Most of the was written ate in the afternoon, after Zumba (Zumba seems to get my creative juices flowing *eyebrow wiggle*) and it is currently about half ten at night where I am (and I usually stop functioning bang on ten XD) so if this seems a little weird nearer the end, that would be why.

I had the idea for the beginning of this chapter for a few days now, and only just managed to think of the rest of it, though that may just be my tired ass head spewing nonsense into the fic XD

I'm sure I had something else to say, but my bed is calling me and I do love my bed… so goodnight, good morning, good day good afternoon, whatever time it is where you are :3

(PS, I actually haven't proof read this chapter so if the spelling and/or grammar is horrifyingly atrocious that is why XD)

(PPS, If you're wondering where I got the name for the planet, 'Koostuu' is a Finnish word meaning 'Made Up' XD)