"Firm but sweet"
A Cyborg Soldier 009 short fic
Very frequently, Jet Link still wanted to be on hiw own. Until he was transformed inot a 00 Cyborg, he had never shared his life and experiences with anybody else, since he was too busy fighting against the world.
"Living like that will be his perdition...", his partner Francoise Arnoul thought as she was sitting by the infirmary bed Jet was laying on, after being injured in the latest battle against Black Ghost. Which still wasn't over, by the way, since Joe and the others were now in enemy territory - leaving her in charge of the injured Jet and the Professor, Chang, and the now VERY awake baby Ivan in charge of the Dolphin.
"Eh... 003?".
The man opened his eys then, and the first thing he saw was his friend's pale face.
"Who else than me, oo2?", she said sweetly, trying to smile. But he was already struggling to sit up.
"For the love of God, 002, wait!", and she placed her hand on his shoulder, only to be rejected.
"The others are still fighting", he said, more harshly than what he intended. "I can't leave them now!".
"Not with those wounds", was the girl's reply.
"Shut up!"
Jet tried to stand up, despite the pain and the weakness. But to his surprise, she placed again her hands on his shoulders, and tried to force him to lay down.
"What...? Let me go, 003!".
"Not with those wounds", she replied softly.
His patience wearing thin, he stared into her eyes, determined to make his point VERY clear. He expected to see her shaken and about to cry, like the girls in almost every movie...
But she was intensely staring back, no signs of tears or pleas in her green eyes.
"You always do what you can to help us, 002", Francoise mused, stil glaring at him. "Now... let me protect you"
Her voice was soft as silk, but the hands on his shoulders were firm as iron. And the pain in his wounds was worse than ever...
His decision taken, Jet stretched himself out on the bed and closed his eyes. For once, he'd listen to her, and retreat...
And when she leaned closer to him to check on his wounds calmly, he could swear he could hear her whisper: "Thank you, Jet".