Title: Fix
Series: Naruto
Parings/Characters: Sakura and Sai, with a passing mention of Tsunade. Sai x Sakura as a paring.
Disclaimer: Kishimoto owns Sakura, Sai and the whole series of Naruto.
Rating/Warnings: T or PG-13, to be safe. Mild cursing, mild intimate moment.
Dedication/Notes: For Pyrozia, because she likes the paring and is a wonderful reviewer!
Summary: Sakura fixes everything. But who will fix her?

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As a medically talented shinobi, Sakura Haruno was used to hearing people demand that she fix whatever ailed them. Fix this, fix that, why can't you just do it?! It was annoying, stressful and more often than not, a thankless job, but she still did it.

Sometimes, she didn't know why she did it. It wasn't as if Konoha was lacking in the area of medical shinobi, not since Tsunade-shishou had returned, at least. True, Sakura was in a league of her own when it came to the special talent, but really, there were others who were good enough. She wasn't needed at the hospital twenty-four/seven, but that's where she could always be found.

Each morning, Sakura showed up - or got up, if she had just chosen to sleep in her office for two hours rather than go home and forfeit about thirty minutes to travel - ready to be ordered around by people who were injured, demanding she fixed whatever mess they got themselves into. Day in and day out, that's what she did - fix people - because she was a medical shinobi. It was her job, it was her mission and she was beginning to absolutely despise it.

So, Sakura was incredibly surprised when, one morning, she had awaken to find herself not staring out her office's wide bay window at the various protective faces of the Hokage Monument, but instead at one protective face - the same face that held a pair of obsidian eyes which often haunted her dreams. A face that just happened to belong to her newest of teammates.

Before she could even utter a word of shock, or disapproval, at him breaking into her office, yet again, he spoke.

"Let me fix you."

His voice didn't hold it's usual blase tone, but a soft, worried one. A caring one. The same one she had longed to hear for ages, but could only in her dreams.

"Wh--",Sakura began, standing up, ready to question everything about the situation, as well as what time it was because, dammit, she had another double shift today.

A hand shot out to grasp her arm and Sakura felt herself being pulled close.

"Let me fix you.",Sai reiterated, resting his head on her shoulder as his hands drifted from her arm to her waist and held her tight. She shuddered into the embrace, letting herself melt into the strong grip, burying her face in his chest. He smelt of ink, parchment and vanilla. He smelt of heaven.

"Okay.",she mumbled softly, feeling safer than she had in very long while. Truthfully, out of all the people that could fix her, he was the only one she absolutely trusted to do so. He was the only one who could set her free.

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Every single time I think I won't be able to write anything, I go and prove myself wrong. If only that sentence held true when it came to class assignments. /sigh/

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