This is based off of Episode 35 in the anime, which is one of my favorite episodes. Since it focuses mainly on Ginji, I thought that Ban needed a side of the story, and here it is. Enjoy!

Our Rights

Ban hung up on Hevn and resisted the urge to smash the phone to a million tiny pieces out of frustration. On the phone he may have sounded calm and confident, but on the inside he was a ball of conflicting emotions.

Rage, guilt, and worry were all swirling inside Ban. Part of him was angry at Jackal for doing that to Ginji, but most of him was angry at himself. He should have been closer to the truck so he could help Ginji, he should have been there to catch his partner when he fell.

Ban's rage was mixed with guilt for letting his partner do something so stupid. He should never have let Ginji do something so risky, especially not when Akabane was his opponent.

Ban felt more worry than anything else. Ginji's shocked, pained expression as he plummeted to the canyon floor and the sight of him falling off the bridge with a scalpel sticking out of his chest looped through Ban's head. He could tell that Ginji was alive, but he didn't know how badly his partner was hurt; worst case scenarios continually ran through his mind.

Ginji, it's too early for you to retire from the race Ban thought, hoping it would somehow reach his partner. Ginji would be ok; he had to be ok. Ban determinedly shoved all thoughts involving Ginji and death out of his mind, but he increased his speed, just in case.

As he sped towards the dam, Ban saw the outline of a helicopter in the distance. Perfect he thought, driving towards it. Once he got to the helipad, he quickly knocked out all the suits before hopping into the copter himself. "Just do everything like you normally would," Ban told the pilot.

As the helicopter drew close to the dam, something that looked like an explosion hit the dam's center. Ban saw Maguruma's truck back out of the smoke, then focused on the figure sitting in the middle of the dam. His eyes lit up in hope when he saw gloves, tan shorts, and blonde spikes.

Sticking his head out the side of the helicopter, Ban yelled "GINJI!" His heart soared when he saw the figure on the bridge look up in response, and he quickly scrambled out to stand on the skid of the helicopter, shouting "GINJI!" again as loud as he could.

The person on the dam gave a tired and happy laugh, lifting their hand up towards the copter. Ban grabbed the gloved hand and yanked his partner into the helicopter. Ginji landed on his butt in the middle of the cabin, cradling the case of blood they were assigned to retrieve.

"Thanks Ban-chan!" Ginji said happily, grinning tiredly up at his partner. "Not a problem," Ban replied, grinning back. He grew serious as he noticed Ginji slightly favoring his right arm. "Where are you hurt?" Ban asked, examining his friend for any serious wounds. Ginji looked like hell; his shirt was super torn, most noticeably a rip down the middle starting at his shirt collar and ending where Jackal had stabbed him, and he was covered in scrapes and bruises.

"Nothing's that serious, Ban-chan. The surge I used a while ago healed up the serious stuff, so I'm pretty ok, just really tired," Ginji replied. Ban nodded skeptically; Ginji looked mostly fine, but he tended to downplay how much he was hurt, like with the arm he was still favoring.

When the copter landed, Ban helped his partner out, grabbed the case, and thanked the pilot for the business. They drove to the hospital, where Hevn was waiting for them, holding a puppy. "Hevn! We got it!" Ban yelled, getting out of the car and handing her the case of blood. Ginji followed suit, moving a little slower than his partner.

"Stay out here and rest a little," Ban told Ginji. "You can guard the puppy!" Hevn said, silencing Ginji's protests by thrusting the ball of fluff into his arms. Ginji nodded and sat down, leaning against a pole near the hospital entrance as Ban and Hevn went in.

=GB=

Ban made his way back to Ginji, thinking about the mission as he walked. Sure, there had been other times when Ginji had almost died, but Ban was never prepared for it when it happened. Being without Ginji was something Ban would rather not think about.

Ban smiled as he found his partner sound asleep with the puppy in his arms. It wasn't worth it to dwell on what could have happened. Ginji was alive, the Getbackers was still plural, and everything was right with the world.