AN: Back with the ninbingo works! Honestly, I think Zane and Nya have very compatible personalities and I don't know why other people (or I) don't write about them more. So, here's a short piece about how I imagine they might've interacted after the fiasco that was Hunted.

Rated T (just to be safe) for some brief strong language

Nya stumbled through the dark kitchen, searching through the cabinets. She gritted her teeth as pain flared in her arm. Where are those painkillers? Ugh, how does Skylor find anything in here? There's no system!

She gasped in relief as she finally found the medicine cabinet, but as she reached out to grab a bottle, she bumped her bad arm against the cabinet door. Crying out in pain, she jerked her arm back, and the bottles came tumbling down and clattering loudly to the floor.

"Damn it all," she groaned, leaning her head against the cabinet. "Stupid, stupid arm, why do you have to be so weak-"

"Nya?"

Nya jumped, hitting her head against the cabinet door. "Ow! Zane, what are you doing here-"

The nindriod crossed the small kitchen in two steps, yanking off the damp towel she had draped across her upper arm, revealing a long, bloody cut stretching across the length of it.

"I knew it," Zane muttered. "Nya, why would you hide something like this?"

"It's not that big of a deal, I-"

"Not that big of a deal? Nya, this is serious! You need stitches! Next time, say something!"

She winced. "I didn't want to bother you guys- Lloyd was way more hurt than I was, you guys had your hands full with him."

"You could've gone to Skylor."

"I wanted to prove I could do it, okay?" Nya snapped. "Skylor was so strong, walking off Garmadon's power corruption like it was nothing. And she was being so generous, letting us all crash in her house like this- I didn't want to bother her anymore, but instead, I just ended up bleeding out all over her bathroom floor."

Zane shot her a sympathetic glance. "Nya, don't worry about that now. Skylor will understand, and I can clean it up. The only thing we care about is that you are safe. Here, go sit down." He gestured towards a kitchen chair and headed towards the cabinet. Nya slumped over into the chair, still clutching her arm, and Zane rooted through the medicine bottles, finally pulling out the painkillers and handing her three large pills and a glass of water. She eyed them warily.

"Isn't this a little much? I mean, it hurts, but not that bad."

"I still have to give you stitches, remember?"

"Oh. You're doing that now?" Zane turned away, and Nya took the opportunity to down the pills, using the cheap coffee she had made herself to help her swallow instead of the water Zane had given her.
"Nya, if I don't do this now it will only make the cut worse."

"Yeah, yeah, I know- ow!" she yelped as Zane rubbed at the wound with a wet, antiseptic-soaked washcloth, the fabric quickly staining red.

"I need to clean it, Nya. This would've been much easier if you hadn't spent so long walking around with an open wound."

"Okay, I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

"I'm going to go get a needle and thread, I'll be right back."
Nya sighed, slumping back against the chair. This was exactly what she had been trying to avoid. The guys had been through hell recently. The last thing they needed was having to worry about her, too.

"Nya?"

Nya jerked her eyes open, turning her gaze towards Zane. What happened? Did I doze off?

Stupid coffee, not doing its job.

Zane seemed to catch on to this too, and frowned. "When's the last time you slept?"

"I don't need sleep, I have this magical liquid called coffee."

He shot her a stern glance. "Nya."

"Fine! I don't remember, okay?" She reached for the paper cup again, but Zane snatched it from her hand.

"You can't live off of coffee. First of all, it's horrible for your health, second, it can never replace a full night's sleep."

Nya crossed her arms, grumbling. "Hey, at least I'm better than Lloyd. He dumps like five pounds of sugar into his."

"Yes, well, Lloyd is sleeping. Like you should be."

"Which is so not fair," she huffed. "I spent weeks trying to get him to sleep and the second you guys get back, he does it instantly."

Zane smiled, but his eyes were sad. "Kai's always kind of had a way with him."

"I know." She turned her head, sighing. "I wasn't trying to sound ungrateful, I'm so glad you're back, but-" Nya let her hand fall to her side, where it bumped against Zane's. Gently, she rubbed her fingers across the smooth metal, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly, she squeezed Zane's hand, her breath coming in heavy pants as she closed her eyes.

"Nya?"

Her eyes snapped open. "I'm fine. Let's just get this over with."

"Nya, it's okay if you're not fine."

"I am."

"I'm sorry we left you as we did."

"It's not your fault, okay?" She tugged away from him. Her hands were trembling now- from the coffee? The painkillers? The fear? She didn't know. "It's not your fault."

Zane closed his hands over hers, steadying them. "No, but it still wasn't fair to you. I'm sorry you had to go through all that."

"You don't know," she whimpered. "You don't know what it was like. I wanted to give up so bad, and Lloyd-" she closed her eyes, breathing out slowly. "I don't even know how I got him through it. He was so depressed. I can't go through that again." She turned sharply towards Zane, grabbing his hands. "I can't. You hear me? That can never happen again."

Zane squeezed her hands back, his eyes sad. "Believe me, Nya, I will do everything in my power to make sure it never does. But we are ninja. Dangerous things are going to happen, and if we spend our whole lives fearing that, we'll never get through. We need to live life one day at a time. We need to trust in each other."

"I do trust you!"

"Good." He placed a hand on her arm, just below the wound. "Then you'll let me patch you up?"

Nya glanced at the needle and swallowed, looking away. "Just go ahead. Don't make me watch."

"We really don't have the proper numbing medication," Zane said. "The painkillers will help some, but this is still going to hurt."

"Believe me, I'm sure the sword going in felt a lot worse."

Zane pressed his lips together. "Yes, I suppose it did. Ready?"

"Stop asking me if I'm ready and just do it already!" Zane flinched away, and she quickly added, "Sorry. I'm just a little on edge."

"You're going to be fine. Just hold still."

The needle was cold on her skin, and then suddenly it was piercing through her flesh. It took all of Nya's willpower not to jerk away, and she bit down hard on her lip, forcing back a scream. "Holy shit- Zane!" she broke off in a whine.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. It'll be over soon."

She tried to focus on her breathing as the needle pricked her again and again, Zane's tugs quick and tight.

"Augh, remind me to visit Kryptarium later and go scream at those assholes for doing this to me."

"We could've gotten you to a proper hospital if you had spoken up earlier. This is your own fault."

"Oh, yeah, blame the victim. Besides, I hate hospit- aaugh, Zane, are you almost done?"

"Done." Zane neatly snipped the thread, and Nya slumped over onto the table, grinding her teeth together and clenching her fists.

She felt Zane's hand on her back. "Are you okay?"

"Gaugh, I will be, but son of a bitch, that hurt!"

"Alright." Zane's voice suddenly sounded cross. "It's over now. That language is no longer necessary."

"Are you seriously scolding me for swearing right now?" The table muffled her yelp. "I'd like to see how you cope when your arm stings like hell."

"Nya."

"You're impossible!" Sitting up, she told him, "If you're going to be such a goody-two-shoes, could you at least get me an ice pack?"

Zane got her the ice, and after about half an hour, the pain had finally dulled to something she could sleep through.

Exhausted as she was, though, she wasn't done yet.

"Come see me in the morning," Zane was saying, cleaning up the last of the bottles and putting them back in Skylor's medicine cabinet. "It should be fine, but I want to check just to be sure. And try not to sleep on that side. I don't want the stitches coming out during the night." As he turned to walk out of the room, Nya grabbed his wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?"

He blinked. "To bed? Like any sensible person should be at this hour?"

"Not so fast, now it's your turn."

"My turn?"

"You patched me up," Nya told him as she turned and rustled through Skylor's junk drawer. "It's only fair that I return the favor." She pulled out a few screwdrivers, some scrap metal, and- score, a circuit board. And in pristine condition, too! Skylor always had the best stuff lying around. When you could find it, that is.

"But Nya, I'm not injured!"

She put a hand on her hip, glancing him up and down. Scratches and dents littered the ice ninja's skin, and if she knew Zane, that was usually an allusion to something bigger going on.

"Oh please, the four of you came back a mess." She walked around him, inspecting him. "Don't tell me you came out of that whole ordeal unscathed. And I didn't see anyone check you over today. Aha-" leaning forward, she rapped her knuckles against a spot on his back, near the shoulder, and the panel shuddered beneath her touch. "I knew it. This section isn't sturdy. Take off your shirt so I can get to it better."

"Nya, I am a nindroid, injury is inconsequential-"

"I said, take off your shirt! Or are you going to make me do it for you?"

Zane sighed, pulling off his pajama top so that Nya could see the damaged area better. The panel appeared cracked and loose, so, gently, she pried it off, revealing several frayed and broken wires. Part of the exposed circuits were fried.

"And you were telling me off for hiding my injuries?"

"It's hardly the same. Human bodies cannot withstand the amount of force that a nindroid's can. Plus, you are susceptible to infection."

"Zane, I don't care!" She got to work snipping at the wires and pulling some of the damaged parts out. "You're still one of us. Just because you can take this sort of damage doesn't mean you should!"

"I know. I was just worried about the others."

"Well, it's about time you thought of yourself for once. You can't properly care for us if you're not functioning at full capacity, anyway." Sticking the tweezers between her teeth, she readjusted the wires and got to work on the circuits.

"I… I don't like asking for help."

Nya's fingers paused.

"'E ei'er." The tweezers muffled her words, but Zane got her point clear enough.

"Sometimes we do need help, though. We are part of a team for a reason, after all."

Nya removed the tweezers and wiped her grease-stained hands on a towel. "You're forgetting that I was Samurai X before I was a ninja. I didn't need any help then."

"I didn't forget, I just remembered the important parts. We were still there for you afterward, even on your solo missions."

Nya was quiet for a moment. "Maybe that was why it was so hard with you gone. It was like a piece of me was missing. I couldn't fully uphold the Resistance without you guys there to help."

Zane's fingers skirted across his heart. "I don't know how we went on, with part of our souls realms away."

Nya put a hand over his. "But we're here now."

"But you weren't. We have all the pieces again, but they feel… broken."

"Hey." Nya pressed the metal against the gap in his back, using the screwdriver to secure it into place. She leaned back, admiring her work. Good as new. "I fixed you, didn't I? Nothing will stay broken forever."

"I can fix a car," Zane sighed. "Or the Bounty, or the oven, or myself. But I have no idea how one goes about putting pieces of a broken heart back together."

Nya sat down next to him. Their eyes met- stunning, electrifying blue against deep, gentle brown. "Neither do I. But maybe… we can figure it out." She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Together."

"Together is good," Zane agreed, putting his arm around her. "I think I like it a lot better than being alone."

Sitting there, on the hard wooden chair, raw stitches in her shoulder, with Zane's hard metal arms wrapped around her, she couldn't have been in a more uncomfortable position. Yet Nya felt more at ease than she had in weeks.

For the first time since the guys had gone to the First Realm, Nya's sleep was peaceful and uninterrupted.