Okay, so… Latest ep 1x12. LOVED IT!
(SPOILER:But hope Patty turns out to be one of the good ones anyway…)

I don't think there's any way of hiding my MAJOR crush on Jack by now. That train left the station long time ago, I know…
And I might have found a new vice… Drugged up Jack.
Or two… Karaoke Jack is also pretty awesome. Not necessarily pretty, but still pretty perfect.

And Mac? Found a new vice connected to him too…
A little grease on his hands and working on a motorcycle? That's a nice way to get a girl's blood pumping…

Now, let's torture one of them… Or both…

"How are you doing there?" Bozer asked as he carried a casserole over to the dining table.

"Peachy…" Jack answered in a grumpy tone.

Bozer held back a smirk as he walked over to his friends sitting on the couch.

They sure didn't look like superspies at the moment, Bozer felt sorry for them, but found it a little amusing that they were about as harmful as baby kittens in their current state.

"Dinner's ready boys…" he gestured towards the dining table, "Any one of you need any help getting up off the couch?"

Mac rolled his eyes, and stood up. He was guarding his left arm and side. His moves were painstakingly slow and careful, but he managed to get himself over to the table.

Bozer didn't move, he kept standing in his spot waiting for Jack to try to get up.

The older man used his left leg and his hands to help guide his right leg off the ottoman he had it rested on.

The task was obviously painful, given the grimace on Jack's face as he guided the cast towards the floor. He tried pushing to a standing position a couple of times. Hissing in pain each time he failed and slumped back down on the couch.

"Need help man?" Bozer asked again, holding out a hand for Jack to grab a hold of.

Jack tried one more time on his own, before he gave in and nodded.

"Yeah… I ain't getting up on my own…" Jack mumbled in a defeated tone, grabbing a hold of Bozer's extended arm. "Look, my balance is really shit right now… So when I get up, can you just steady me until I pick up my crutches?"

"I can do you one better, brother…" Bozer smirked and picked up Jack's crutches with his free hand, leaning them against his own chest. "Ready?"

Jack furrowed his brows in concentration, then nodded. He couldn't help to let out a gasp as he was pulled to a vertical position, his face contorting in a grimace.

"You alright man?" Bozer asked, placing one hand on each of Jack's upper arms to steady the man.

"Yeah-yeah…" Jack grumbled, taking the crutches and placing them under his arms. "Just can't wait for this fracture to heal up…"

"Not to ruin your mood, but you broke your leg yesterday…" Bozer sighed, "And doc said it was a complicated one… Lucky you didn't need extensive surgery…"

"A few bolts and pins is enough for me, thanks…" Jack scowled down at the black cast, willing his leg to heal faster. "Hurts like hell though…"

Bozer felt sorry for his buddies. Mac with the bruised ribs and dislocated shoulder, and Jack with his leg. But he had come to realize that his friends' occupation was one where injuries was the medallion's backside. And no field agent was too good to get hurt on occasion. But both of them getting injured on a single mission, that was a little unusual.

"If you want to know… You look pretty helpless on those crutches…" Mac smirked from where he sat at the table.

"Well, I'll let you in on a little secret, little boy…" Jack answered with a deep frown as he shuffled over to the table himself. "You look pretty pathetic with that sling too…"

Mac chuckled and was painfully reminded of his injured ribs. The whole thing was displayed nicely with a grimace fluttering across his face, causing Jack to grin just a little bit.

"Told you not to pick fights with chicks three times your size…"

"Well, I told you not to try to jump out of that moving truck first…" Mac tossed back as soon as his ribs allowed him to speak.

Jack rolled his eyes and sat down on the chair, then carefully guided his leg up on a spare chair at the end of the table.

"Yeah, guess you're right there…" Jack chuckled, "That was a bonehead idea, right?"

Mac nodded, "It was…"

"Seriously though, that chick was huge. Not fat, but muscle huge…" Jack chuckled lightly, "Even I would have second thoughts about going hand to hand against her…"

Mac raised an eyebrow, looking at his older friend.

"I mean, I probably would have won though… But I would have been a little nervous about it…"

"Hey, I did win…"

"Yeah, because of that ginormous brain of yours… And a few dirty Jack Dalton tricks…" Jack grinned widely. "Proud of you, kid… Defending our honor as agents, even when I'm incapacitated…"

Mac chewed on his chin not to laugh, well knowing that it would hurt if he did.

"Well, let's just hope it's a while until both of you meet the female version of John Cena again…" Bozer said sitting down at his regular spot. "It was NOT fun to be back at the Phoenix listening to you two getting injured… But now I get to nurse the two of you back to good health, so you just let me take care of you. Deal?"

"As long as you don't go overboard…" Mac and Jack sounded in unison. They had both been victims of what they liked to describe as 'Mama Bozer mode' before, and knew that it could get to the point where they weren't allowed to do anything by themselves.

"Alright, alright…" Bozer held his hands up in surrender, "But I do get to make sure you have enough to eat! Because y'all are getting skinnier, and I am talking about the both of you!"

"I'm not skinny…" Jack scowled back, arranging his shoulders to look more intimidating.

"You have gotten skinnier…" Bozer shrugged, "I mean, you should eat more… That work you do is making you burn calories faster than what I can shove them in you…"

"Not a chance…" Mac grinned, "Have you seen what that guy eats during a gig?"

"No, but I've seen that his clothes are starting to hang around him…" Bozer teased back.

"You're just saying that to get me to eat more… Ain't you?" Jack finally accused Bozer.

"You would be correct…" Bozer grinned back, "Now, eat!"

"You do know you never have to trick me into eating, don't you?" Jack asked as he placed a mountain of pasta on his plate. "I do that all by myself, you know… Mac on the other hand…"

"Hey, I'm not that much smaller than you!" Mac shook his head, "And I'm guessing that it's mostly because I'm a few years younger than you!"

"Keep using that as an excuse kid… Keep using that as an excuse…" Jack smirked, and took a sip of water.

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"You know what?" Jack said after the three of them had returned to the couch after the meal.

Bozer and Mac shook their heads, waiting for Jack to reveal what he was thinking.

"Getting hurt sucks a little less when you've got good friends to take care of you…"

Mac nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it is kinda nice…"

Okay, so… The oneshot itself didn't have too much to do with my ramblings at the beginning… But that's okay…