Both Izaya and Shizuo turned off their lightsabers as they flung back against the closed door leading to the boarding ramp. The back of Shizuo's skull slammed against the metal. His vision swam as his head went numb. With the throws of hyperspace tossing them around like a ball and the gravitational pull not activating, the duo flung from the roof, to the walls, to the floor, to the control panel. When Izaya slammed into the panel, he felt something sharp pierce into his side and tear his flesh. He called out in pain before he was tossed to another corner of the pod.

Then everything fell still. The pod lights turned off before the emergency lights turned on. The two were cast in a dim yellow light.

Shizuo was in a daze. He couldn't move for a moment, which made him worry that his lack of alertness was going to be the death of him. He turned his head to look around. He was pleased to see the Jedi wasn't moving. He could see the smaller man lying under the control panel, behind the chair. He couldn't see his face, nor his body, but he could see his black pants and bare feet.

Soon enough the blond was able to raise his head. He closed his eyes and shook his head to clear it. He then groaned as he sat up. He rubbed his forehead, then rubbed his eyes.

"Oi, Jedi." Shizuo growled.

The raven didn't response.

Shizuo kicked his foot. "Oi!"

Izaya called out in pain as he lifted his feet closer to his body.

Shizuo cocked a brow. He didn't think he hit him that hard. He didn't hear anything break. Maybe he was playing it up, or it was a ruse. The blond looked around for a moment until he located a lightsaber. It wasn't his but Kasuka's. However, it was better than nothing. He then cautiously shimmied over.

He leaned around the chair. The Jedi was holding his stomach, eyes closed tight shut and teeth clenched. His hands were covered in blood. Shizuo's eyes widened.

"Oi, what happened?" The blond asked. "Let me see."

"Don't touch me." Izaya opened his eyes to glare at him, huffing hard.

"You're bleeding you idiot." Shizuo shimmied closer.

"Stay away from me!" Izaya tried to push himself away with his feet.

"Kanra, stop!"

Shizuo grabbed the raven's ankle and tugged. Izaya called out in pain, tilting his head back with an expression twisted in agony. He then forced his eyes open and looked around. He spotted a lightsaber caught between the pipes of the ceiling. He lifted his hand and reached out with the force. The saber clattered, which Shizuo heard. In the next second, it was pulled from the pipes and flung into Izaya's hand.

Shizuo grabbed the Jedi's wrist and forced it to the ground.

"Let go...of me!" Izaya groaned.

"As if I'm going to let you kill me!"

"Right back at you." Izaya glared.

"I'm not going to kill you. I'm trying to help you, bastard!"

"Yes, with a saber in your hand!"

Shizuo clenched his teeth with annoyance. Oh, how he wanted to punch this man.

No, he couldn't do that. He was already injured, he shouldn't make it worse. Shizuo let out a sigh, trying to calm himself.

"Fine." Shizuo growled. "Fine!"

The blond raised the saber, then tossed it over his shoulder. It clattered to the floor behind him. Izaya cocked a brow.

"Now let go of yours." Shizuo said.

Izaya glared at him. As if he was being that stupid. As if a Sith would willingly disarm himself. All this Sith would have to do is force grab the lightsaber and stab him. This absolutely had to be a ruse. He had to be trying to trick him.

"I'm not going to help you unless you let the fucking saber go, you shady Jedi!" Shizuo yelled.

"I'm the shady one? It's within the Sith's M.O. to be slimy cretins."

"Says the spy who pretended to be a friend!"

"I didn't pretend to be your friend."

"Well, you made yourself likable, you little shit!"

"I know that must be so hard for Sith's to be, so you jump on the first chance you get for common decency."

"Like a Jedi would know anything about common decency! You bastards go sneaking around, stealing everything the Sith had ever owned and saying it's justified!"

"As if the Sith aren't a bunch of thieves and murderers."

"As if the Jedi aren't a bunch of hypocrites and warmonger's!"

"Says the Sith who enjoys killing people!"

"Says the Jedi making a profit off of killing people!"

The two glared at each other. Then Shizuo looked down at his stomach.

"You're bleeding a lot." Shizuo said. "Let me see it already. Drop the saber."

"And how do I know you won't make the injury worse?"

"Because if I kill you, I'm going to be stuck with your body until my rescue comes for me."

"Your rescue?"

"Yes, my rescue! These escape pods have trackers in them."

Izaya sneered. "Well, I hate to break it to you, but I have a tracker on my belt. The Republic is going to be coming to rescue me."

The two glared at each other.

Then Izaya chuckled. "Looks like it's a waiting game. Which side will find us first?"

"...Looks like it." Shizuo looked down at the wound. "But my statement stands. I don't want to get stuck with your rotting corpse until someone shows up. So, let me see your wound."

"And how do I know you won't just torture me? That's something you Sith's enjoy."

"I don't enjoy it."

"And I would know that how? You threw a crate at me earlier."

"Yeah, because you were following me with the intent to kill me!"

Izaya didn't answer.

"Just know that I'm not going to kill you or hurt you. Whatever I do to you, I'll be stuck cleaning up for who knows how long until someone comes for us. So, stop being shady and just believe me. Let go of the saber."

Izaya glowered. He didn't like being called shady by someone who was meant to be shady. Nor did he like that a Sith was telling him to believe in him. If a Jedi could trust a Sith, this war would have ended years ago.

But currently, Izaya didn't have much of a choice, did he? He could heal himself with the force, but that would take time and he certainly wouldn't be able to do it in front of this Sith. If he did, he might kill him to stop an early recovery. Unfortunately, Izaya was at this Sith's mercy.

"I often thought my brother wasn't suited to be a Sith." Kasuka's words came back to him. "He is a strong person, but he doesn't like hurting people."

'But can I believe that at all?' Izaya wondered. 'It was a Sith who said it.'

Izaya clenched his teeth. He then let out a heavy sigh.

"...Fine." The raven growled.

Izaya let go of the saber. It rolled out of his hand to clatter on the ground. It rested right above his head. Shizuo didn't reach from it. He decided to leave it there to give the Jedi some comfort. Shizuo wasn't too worried since he had Beskar on. If the Jedi changed his mind and attacked him, Shizuo would be able to bash it to the side easy enough. The blond have very little to fear by leaving the lightsaber above his head.

Izaya then lifted the shaking hand on his stomach. His shirt was shredded and soaked in blood, a long gash tearing through his side to his belly button.

"What'd you cut yourself on?" Shizuo asked.

"The control panel you broke!"

"I broke?! You're the one who moved out of the way of my swing!"

"As if I could compete with your monstrous strength! Only an idiot would hold still against you!"

"...Shut up."

Shizuo looked around, then he stood. He went to the door leading to the board ramp. He pressed the button on the keypad, but it didn't open. Shizuo glowered.

"Are you going to throw me into space?" Izaya asked.

"No, I just want to look at the cargo by the boarding ramp." Shizuo said. "Might be some bacta packs in there."

"...Hm..."

Izaya closed his eyes and turned his head to the side. He felt a little cold and certainly felt tired. Shizuo looked back at him. His face looked pale, so Shizuo immediately decided not to go far. Instead, he went to the back of the pod.

Izaya heard him moving, so he opened his eyes. He couldn't see where the blond went, so, against what was best for his injury, Izaya forced himself to sit up. He groaned as he cringed, holding his stomach. He watched the blond push on a compartment in the wall. There was nothing in there. He pushed on another compartment. Izaya saw something in the small space, but he couldn't see what. Shizuo reached in and pulled out a medpac. The blond closed the compartment and returned to Izaya.

"You think you can stand?" Shizuo asked.

The raven glowered.

"...Alright."

The blond put the medpac on the seat. He then knelt down and moved closer.

"I'm going to lift you up." Shizuo said. "Don't try and choke me out."

"I don't want to be lifted up."

"I can't tend to your wound under the console."

"You just want to lift me away from the saber."

Shizuo glowered. He then reached behind the raven. Izaya couldn't move fast enough to stop the blond from grabbing the lightsaber.

"First off, this is mine." Shizuo growled.

Izaya glared at him. Shizuo then stood and went to the other saber. He grabbed it, walked over to the compartment he had just gotten the medpac from, and put both of the lightsabers into it. He then closed it.

"There," Shizuo said. "Nothing to worry about now."

Izaya glowered.

Shizuo opened another compartment and pulled out two blankets. He walked back over, but stopped short so he stood next to the seat, where he unfolded it and lied it out over the cold floor. He then took the folded blanket. He didn'y fully unfolded it, making it so it was width-wise. He then placed it in the middle of the other blanket.

"I need to move you into some open space." The blond walked back over, kneeling down. "I can't help you in a cramped corner."

"I don't recall asking for your help." Izaya growled.

"You're getting my help whether you want it or not." He moved closer and reached his arms out. "We're stuck together for who knows how long. I'm not going to let you hurt yourself because of your pride."

"Says the prideful Sith."

"Stop with that. You're going to piss me off."

"Shocker."

Shizuo glared. He then put one arm under Izaya's knees and the other behind his back. As gently as he could, he lifted the Jedi up. Izaya cringed all the same, clenching his teeth and holding his side tightly. Shizuo shimmied backwards until he made it the blanket. He placed the Jedi on it with his wound over the folded blanket.

The blond turned the seat around and reached over, grabbing the medpac. He looked down at Izaya, noticing that his head was probably uncomfortable on the metal floor. He looked around. His eyes fell on the headrest to the seat. Shizuo stood and took the two steps over to it. He grabbed the soft headrest on the chair. With no effort at all, he gave it a yank and ripped it off the metal back of the chair. Izaya looked up at him, glowering at how effortless that was for him.

'He didn't even use the force.' Izaya glowered. 'This meathead's ridiculous strength.'

He knelt back down by Izaya's side.

"Alright." He started, "Lift your head."

Izaya glowered, huffing harshly. But he obeyed. Shizuo put the headrest under his head. The blond then reached down. He gently grabbed Izaya's finger and peeled his hand away. The blood stuck to his hand, which made him pull on the wound. He cringed, his legs starting to shake with the pain. Shizuo also cringed in sympathy pain as guilt started to grip him.

He placed Izaya's hand on the blanket, then pulled on the medpac, forcing it open. He pulled out some synthflesh, a medisensor, bacta-patches, and cleaning wipes.

He grabbed the medisensor and turned it on. He pinched the shirts as delicately as he could and lifted the wet fabric away from the wound. He put the scanner over his wound, letting the crossbar lights shine over the cut. He moved the squares along the wound. Within a few seconds, it beeped and Shizuo lifted it back up to read it.

"Good news, it didn't hit your organs." Shizuo said, putting the scanner down. "It's deep, but it didn't hit your arteries either. You'll live."

"Until the Sith's show up." Izaya chuckled as he turned his head away.

Shizuo didn't respond. Instead, he went about cleaning the blood off the wound. Once clean, he grabbed the synthflesh. He opened the squeeze bottle and let the gel bloop over the cut. Immediately, he realized that he needed to push the synthflesh into the wound if it was going to do any good. Shizuo looked through the medpac, shuffling around until he found a metal lab spatula.

"This is gonna hurt." Shizuo said.

"Yup." Izaya clenched his teeth. "Yup."

Shizuo took the spatula and quickly disinfected it. Once done, he used the utensil to push the synthflesh gel into wound. Izaya immediately flinched and started to cringe. The blond cringed with him, feeling a little bad for hurting him. A part of him was a little happy, since he couldn't beat this man for the shit he did earlier. But it was a very small part of him. The main part of him felt bad and wanted to make it quick. So, he tried to move as fast and as delicately as he could to spread the gel around the inside of the injury. Izaya tilted his head back and let out a call of pain before he growled through clenched teeth.

"Fck!" Izaya groaned.

"Don't move around so much." Shizuo put his hand on his hip to pin his waist down. "I'm almost done."

Izaya growled again. "Easy for you to say! Jedi don't get off on pain like you bastards do!"

Shizuo glowered, but he refrained from acting on any anger that was boiling. The blond continued to spread the gel around. Once he was satisfied with that, Shizuo pulled the bloody spatula out and put it down on the folded blanket. Izaya exhaled heavily in relief before falling away into panting breaths. His face was pale and covered in a layer of sweat.

Shizuo reached into the medpac and grabbed some clothe strips. He wiped the sweat from Izaya's forehead, which made the raven flinch. He turned his head to glower up at him. However, he didn't say anything, allowing Shizuo to wipe the sweat away.

The blond finished with that soon enough and grabbed the bacta-patch. He stared at it for a moment, taking in the size of the patch and the size of the wound. It wasn't nearly big enough. He went looking through the medpac again, tossing out a bunch of plastic wrapped items.

"You alright?" Izaya chuckled. "Having issues?"

"Trying to find something long enough to go over the wound."

Izaya just chuckled. Then he cringed. "Ah, it hurts to laugh."

"Then don't laugh."

"That's hard to do when you're an idiot."

"I'll hit you."

Izaya held back a laugh, then cringed. His expression softened as he turned his head to the side. He was so tired now. His body had been through the ringer. Getting a crate smacked into his head, being out in the cold of space, straining his use of the force, and now getting stabbed. He needed to rest. It was against his better judgment. He knew as soon as he fell asleep, this Sith will probably kill him. But he couldn't resist the urge to sleep. Just for a few minutes.

The raven fell completely silent, which surprised Shizuo. If he didn't know any better he would have thought the Jedi passed out. He doubted that, because what Jedi in their right mind would fall asleep in front of a Sith? But then again, his body had gone through a lot today. He had been in the medical bay for a reason before his shitty attempt to escape. Shizuo wouldn't be surprised if the reason he used Kasuka as a hostage was because he couldn't function properly and needed a trump card, rather than being a spineless bastard. Of course, Shizuo didn't know that. But he would like to assume. Maybe the guy he had started to like a bit wasn't as slimy as he though.

Shizuo decided not to say anything as he went through the medpac some more. He'd let him sleep for now. At least if the Jedi was passed out, Shizuo wouldn't have to watch his back. The blond eventually found a bacta-patch big enough to cover the wound and went about applying it. Once done, Shizuo took the bottle of disinfectant and dumped it over his hands, then wiped his hands on the folded blanket.

The blond packed up the medpac and stood. He returned it to the compartment he got it from—where he stared at the two lightsabers. He looked back at the Jedi.

'We don't know who will come first. If the Jedi come for him, then I'm probably as good as dead. But if the Sith come for me, he'll be tortured to death. So, no matter how I look at this situation, only one of us is going to get out of this alive.'

Shizuo let out a soft sigh. He closed the compartment, leaving the sabers in there.

'I can't do anything until he wakes up. So, for now, let's let him rest and then we'll go from there.'