The first line was a gift from a friend as inspiration, and I ran with it. Hope you like!
Title: Picking Glass
Prompt: Reckless
Word Count: 484
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kutner does something overly reckless, and Thirteen is there to pick the pieces- quite literally.
"It seemed like a good idea at the time," he said sheepishly, as she ran her fingers through his hair in efforts to pick out any stray pieces of glass.
"How much money did you get for this again?" she asked.
"Fifty bucks. But I mean…I didn't do it for the money."
"No shit, you have a decent paycheck, why would you do this for anything other than sheer idiotic glory?" she muttered. "Your head's clean, give me your arms."
He held out his arms and she moved around to the front of him, he jumped a little when her pale hands touched his skin.
"Hurt?"
"No," he said, shaking his head. "I'm fine."
"You just jumped through a window, I'm sure you're in pain," she countered. "I had no idea you were so reckless."
"I was bored."
"Why didn't anyone try and talk you out of it?"
"I don't exactly have the angel-on-the-shoulder thing going on. If I get the urge to do something, I do it."
They were sitting in a clinic exam room, it was probably four in the morning by that point. It had been about three AM when Kutner had called Thirteen requesting that she take him to the hospital. On the way there, he told her the story of his encounter with the pane-glass window of some abandoned shop or something.
If it had been anyone else, she wouldn't have bothered helping.
She finished picking out the shards of glass and cleaned the bleeding wounds carefully, before handing him a roll of gauze.
"Take off your pants," she said.
"What?"
"Your jeans are shredded, I figured I should check your legs for glass too," she said, narrowing her eyes. "Take off your pants and while I get glass, you can wrap your arms."
He frowned as he slid off the exam table and dropped his pants. Kutner wasn't one who knew shame or modesty very well, he didn't get embarrassed or abashed easily. But having someone who was so utterly, mind-blowing attractive within three inches of his crotch for something purely medical was a little disheartening.
She didn't seem to find anything in his calves or shins and moved up. She plucked a piece of glass out of his right knee and moved up. He felt the tiny pair of tweezers poke into his left thigh sharply and quickly pull out.
Thirteen straightened up, blushing slightly.
"What are you blushing about?" he asked as she handed him antiseptic and turned around.
"I'm not blushing," she said steadily. "But before you ever do anything this reckless again, think about having to wake me up at ungodly hours and get eye-to-eye with your junk."
"You can be eye-to-eye with my junk any day," he said under his breath.
She glared at him.
"Did you actually hear that?"
"Yes."
For once, Kutner was embarrassed.
"I'm never, ever doing you another favor."