The two mercenaries sat there in the dust for a while, until Scout began to shiver. "It's c-cold out..." He said, rubbing his arms.

"You need to get back insoide, mate." Sniper suggested. "Let's go." He picked up Scout in his arms, earning a small yelp from the boy.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"Bringing you insoide."

"Wha- I can walk! I ain't crippled! Oh wait..." Scout facepalmed.

Sniper chuckled. "Yeah, you are. C'mon ya gremlin, you need to go sleep. In the med-bay. Where it's warm."

"But... I wanna stay with you..."

"Sorry mate, ya gotta rest. If you catch a cold Medic will never forgive me for letting you outsoide."

"Fiiiiiiiinnnnneeee..."

"Good."

Sniper pushed open the med-bay door gently, and carried Scout to his small bed.

He tucked his young friend under the covers, and smiled.

"Goodnoight luv..."

"G'night Snipes..." Scout's eyes closed, and within two minutes, he was asleep.

Sniper smiled, ruffled his hair gently and then left the med-bay.

-

In the morning, Medic entered the med-bay. Seeing Scout asleep in his bed, he smiled.

Walking over to the young boy, he pushed his hair away from his face.

"Nooo..." Scout muttered softly.

Medic looked to him, but Scout's eyes were shut, and his breathing was still steady.

"No... don't touch me..." He mumbled.

"Scout?" Medic asked.

"Stop... I ain't like that..."

"Scout, wake up!"

"NO! GET OFF OF ME YOU FA-" Scout yelled, sitting straight up.

Medic jumped back, hands up and palms out in surrender.

Scout looked around. "I was dreamin', weren't I..." It wasn't a question.

Medic put his hands down slowly.

"Sorry man... didn't mean ta' scare ya... Was havin' a nightmare again... Ma told me I talk in my sleep a lot..."

"Are you alright now?"

"Yeah..."

"Vhat vere you dreaming about?"

Scout made a funny face and he blushed lightly. "N-nothin..."

Medic sighed. "If you don't vant to tell me, zen fine. It can help to talk about your nightmares vith someone..."

"Just an old memory... nothin' more..."

"Okay zen. Remember Scout, I am here for you if you need me."

"Uh-huh... thanks doc..."

"No problem, Scout."

"Mmm... Doc, I'm hungry..." Scout whined.

Medic rolled his eyes. "Alright, get up and put your shirt on, I vill valk you to ze kitchen."

Scout pulled his red shirt over his head, ignoring the fact that it ruffled up his hair even more.

Medic noticed something. "Scout?"

"Hm?"

"Vhere are your crutches?"

Scout froze. "I uh... I dunno..."

Medic rolled his eyes. "Do you zhink you can valk on your own?"

"I dunno?" Scout swung his legs over the side of the bed, resting them gently on the floor. Taking Medic's hand as support, he slowly stood up. He cautiously took his first step, and then the next. He still hadn't fallen by the time they reached the door.

"DOC, I'M WALKIN!"

Medic was happy for the young Bostonian. "Zat is vonderful, Scout!"

"Hahaha! Awesome!" Scout let go of Medic's hand and took a few steps on his own. "I CAN DO IT, MAN!"

Medic smiled. Seeing Scout happy brought everyone's spirits up, no matter what.

Engineer was in the kitchen, making pancakes. "Hey Scout! You're walking! That's amazin', son!"

Scout grinned. "I know right?" He sat down at the table and Engineer handed him a plate loaded with pancakes.

Scout dug in immediately. "Thanks Engie!" He mumbled around a mouthful.

"You're welcome, Scout."