A/N: Alright, I decided this would be a random list of one-shots of their relationship. Some chapters might be time-stamped, some might not be. This probably won't be in chronological order.
[2003]
He grabbed the handset off his landline during the second ring, he was sitting right next to it after all. "Yeah, hello. This is Scott."
"Hey handsome." A familiar voice replied at the other end of the line.
"Hey T." he felt a smile spread across his face.
"I'm about to start making some homemade pizza." Trent informed, "Want to come over? We could watch the Cardinals-Broncos game tonight. -Or, you know… At least have it on."
"Aw, I'd love to, but I can't."
"Aren't you just home from a spin-up? You left the evening before yesterday, they're not sending you out again, are they?"
"Yeah, came home this morning… And no, they're not sending us on another spin up already."
"I would believe just about anyone else if they said they were to tired to meet up after that, but I know you'll come over no matter how sleep deprived you are." He could hear the frown in Trent's voice, he guessed Trent was figuring out something was wrong, "You're lucky it's pretty hard to damage my ego."
Metal chuckled a bit, "I'd really love to come over, but I broke something in my leg tonight, or last night… -About 1 a.m., the night leading up to this day. I'm a little jet-lagged or something, got my days jumbled up."
"Aw man, are you okay?"
Metal shrugged, "It's not the worst break I've ever had… But the doctor ordered rest and elevation, so that's what I'm doing. And I'm not gonna drive for at least a couple of weeks, some people handle speeding with their left without any problems. I'm a traffic hazard when I do."
"You want me to come over instead?" Trent offered up, "I'll bring some pizza, and we can relax together?"
"That would be awesome." Metal grinned to himself, "See you later then?"
"Yeah." Trent replied, "Looking forward to it."
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He put the key in the lock before he knocked, letting Metal know that he didn't have to get up to come open for him. A few seconds later he was inside the apartment.
"I figured homemade pizza is best when it's fresh, not after a twenty-plus minute drive…" he explained as he carried a bowl and a bag with some stuff over to the counter, "Figured I could brown the minced meat, assemble and bake the pizza here."
"Nice!" Metal grinned back.
Then Trent turned to actually face him, "How are you doing?"
Metal shrugged, then offered up a pout, "My ankle hurts. A little banged up all over, other than that, good. Even better now that you're here."
Trent nodded a little, "You get some sleep after the spin up?"
"Yeah, slept like a rock on the plane home."
"Even with a broken ankle?"
Metal chuckled, "Yeah, I was dog-tired."
"How did you break your ankle?" Trent asked as he started finding the stuff he needed to prepare the rest of the pizza in Metal's kitchen.
"Skiing." Metal rubbed at his knee, "We were going downhill, following someone who obviously knew the terrain. Not really sure what happened, but suddenly I was cartwheeling down the slope. Think my right ski might've caught on something."
"And your knee? You're massaging it?"
"A little swollen." Metal shrugged, "That's it."
"And the doctor agreed with you about that?"
"Nothing showed up on the X-rays and my knee was stable and didn't hurt more when he did those bend and twist tests with my knee."
"That's good."
Metal nodded.
"What kind of break was it?"
"Just…" Metal shrugged, "A simple fracture I guess."
"So, a stable fracture? Didn't have to set it?"
Metal frowned, "No, it was a little displaced, so they set it. Going back next week to make sure it stays where it should and that I don't need surgery."
Trent nodded and walked over to where Metal had his right leg rested on a pillow on the living room table, and hunched back on his heels, "That's a big and clunky cast they put you in."
Metal nodded, "Yeah. My ankle was really swollen by the time I made it to a hospital. But the cast feels good."
"Well, at least that's something…" Trent sighed and took a second look at Metal's casted leg, "You call that elevated?"
Metal shrugged a little, "My body was tired, alright? I didn't want to hop around the entire apartment for a few extra pillows."
"Let's fix you something better to elevate your leg with, okay?" Trent winked and placed a hand on Metal's thigh, Metal in turn placed his and on top of Trent's.
Something in Metal's expression pulled him towards him. He stood up a little, placed his left hand behind Metal's neck, kissed him. His breath hitched when Metal pulled him closer by hooking a finger in one of his belt loops.
He pulled away a little, and was rewarded with Metal's teasing smirk.
"Damn, I love you, you idiot." Trent chuckled and went back in for a short kiss.
Once they broke apart once more, Metal's smirk was even more obvious, "I know."
Trent laughed a bit.
"I love you too." Metal smiled back.
They were just about to go for another kiss when there were three sharp knocks at the door, "Ey! Metal! If you're home, I've got a sixer for each of us!"
"Dammit, Jackson." Metal mouthed soundlessly.
Trent grimaced a little.
"Can we ignore him?" Metal mouthed.
"Does he have a key?" Trent asked just as soundlessly.
Metal nodded.
"Then that's a nope."
"YEAH! GIMME A MINUTE!" Metal leaned sideways not to shout directly at Trent.
Trent placed a hasty kiss near his jaw, before he stood up and jogged over to the bedroom to find some pillows for Metal's leg, and to have an excuse for not being at the door straight away. "NO! JUST SIT, I'LL GET IT!"
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"Trent? Man, it's been too long." Jackson grinned as the door opened.
Trent nodded, and raised the hand with the pillows, "Sure has. I was just scurrying for some pillows Metal can elevate his leg with. He's not exactly the best patient I know."
Jackson chuckled, "Are any SEAL?"
"Honestly, no." Trent chuckled and tossed a glance over his shoulder at Metal, "But that one sure isn't the best of them."
"Hey, this patient can still hear you!" Metal tossed his hands up in a 'why' gesture.
Trent smirked.
"You're making food?" Jackson asked as he looked over at the kitchen corner of the apartment.
"Yeah, was about to prep some pizza." Trent nodded, "But then the medic in me took over."
"Anything I can help with?"
Trent shrugged a little as he started stepping towards Metal so he could lift his leg some more, "I don't know, either chop some onions or cook that minced meat. Could you do that? Without needing stitches or burning down the place?"
"Uh-no!" Metal shook his head, "He's a walking fire-hazard!"
Jackson chuckled, "I'll chop some onions. Relax Metal!"
