Oh my arm hurts. There is a blood clot in my right arm that is hurting my arm and hand so typing is hard. Don't expect such frequent updates because of this. I really don't want to go to the doctor but if it doesn't get better soon then I will have to. Sucks I know.

In other news, this story has finally become longer than my previous longest one. I am proud that I managed to make it this far, I figured I would quit by now, but I got too much stuff to do. Too much to work on.

Anyway I will keep on until I reach my goal of posting the 25th chapter/drabble on Christmas. Wish me luck. I don't have much further to go but you never know. I just want to get done.

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Prompt: Bruises

Pairing: Caboose/Wash

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There was one thing that Wash didn't really like about himself when he joined the army because it could pose as a problem. Wash bruised easily. For one he thought it was absolute bull. He was once a Freelancer, tough as nails and not harmed easily. Although that was not the case for him. Maybe that was why a lot of the bigger Freelancers made fun of him. Wash couldn't help that he was skinny, or short, or bruised easily. He would have at least gotten rid of the latter if he could have.

However Wash had learned to get over his imperfection and lived with it. The only disadvantage of it when he was a Freelancer it made him look weak in front of his peers. One training session gone wrong, Wash with a huge bruise on his arm and suddenly he was fragile. Wash hated being treated as such. He was not fragile.

Wash had tried his best to prove himself to the other Freelancers, but if he got hurt, they were babying him, and Wash despised that. Wash wanted to feel equal to them, even though he bruised to easy. But because of this he never was. They had always looked down on him. Growing up even his parents looked down on him. It was just horrible.

When Wash joined the Blues, it was totally different, everyone looked up to him, even the Reds. Then again they didn't know of the massive bruising that occurred when he rammed into something. For once in his life, nobody thought of him as delicate. Wash planned to keep it that way. He never took of his armor for like a full day after a fight in which he had gotten hurt. It wasn't often so Wash had nothing to worry about.

Caboose though had noticed how reserved he was sometimes. It worried Caboose lightly, he didn't Wash to feel out of place and curl into himself and not let anyone in. Caboose just wanted Wash to feel comfortable around them, like he mattered. Because Wash did. Wash mattered to him more than anything in his life had. Caboose wanted Wash to open up to him, but couldn't seem to get the ex-Freelancer to do so.

One random Tuesday evening, Wash was walking around the Base, cleaning idly. For the most part, Wash kept the Base clean, not liking the even slightest mess in the Base. As he walked through, he wasn't paying much attention and took a sharp right into the kitchen, all while the corner desk scrapped itself against his thigh.

"Oh mother-…" Wash hissed lightly from the pain that had come from the desk hitting his leg. Wash sat down on the couch and pulled up his sweatpants leg to inspect the injury. It wasn't bad, hadn't cut, but sure did hurt. Wash groaned knowing that it was going to bruise, badly too. In fact it was already turning a deep purple. Luckily it was winter and he would be wearing sweats up until it heals.

So Wash pulled down the pant leg and stood to continue cleaning, but when he had finally looked up there was Caboose, starring at him wide-eyed. Wash immediately walked over to Caboose, words falling out of his mouth, trying to convince Caboose he had seen wrong but Caboose wasn't listening. The taller soldier grabbed Wash and swung the shorter man into his arms and over his shoulder. Caboose then made his way to their room, before walking in and shutting the door behind him and locking it. Caboose then threw Wash on the bed and ripped his sweats off of him.

"Caboose what are you doing?!" Wash yelled and blushed as his lover had forced him out of his pants. Though they were dating Wash was still embarrassed. There was a bruise like expected on his leg. It was turning a nasty yellow and purple. It looked ugly on his skin. Caboose frowned at it. Caboose pointed to the bruise forming on his slightly tanned thigh.

"What happened? How did this get so bad? Are you okay?" Caboose asked quickly, there was panic in his voice, mirrored with concern in his eyes. Wash knew he couldn't get out of it now. Wash knew he was going to have to tell Caboose about his bruising. Even though Wash certainly didn't want to.

"Caboose calm down. I'm fine. I just bruise easily is all." Wash pointed out and pulled the covers over his torso and down past his private area. Caboose gave him a baffled look.

"Bruise easy? You almost broke. Just from hitting a table! You have to be more careful Wash." Caboose told him in disbelief of how serious the bruise looked. He was surprised a simple hit like that could do such a thing to Wash's beautiful skin.

"I'm not porcelain! I won't break." Wash hissed unhappily, knowing this would happen after Caboose found out. Caboose's gaze softened. Caboose had not wanted to upset Wash, not ever.

"You're not. I'm just worried. I don't want you to get hurt no more. I care too much about you." Caboose said climbing onto the bed next to Wash, ignoring the other was stripped to his boxers. Caboose cuddled Wash, rubbing his thumb over the bruise.

"It's fine Caboose. Really, I overreacted. I will be more careful." Wash said while blushing. Caboose's fingers were soft against his skin and Wash couldn't deny they felt good. However Wash was more worried about what Caboose had said. Wash was relieved that Caboose had not thought any differently of Wash. The ex-Freelancer had nothing to worry about, Caboose loved him all the same.

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This one was so cute and fluffy! Totally OC but I don't care. I really liked this one. Despite the shortness. It was going to be longer but I decided against it and settled for this length. Who knows what is going to come out of my brain next? I hope its good! I still need more ideas so if anyone has a request hit me up.

The Happy Riolu, I got your request! I am just thinking about the best way to write. Just wanted you to know so you weren't thinking I ignored you. I am thinking about how and when I should post it. Still working on that.

Anyway Review. I liked it and I hoped you did.

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