A/N: really messing up timelines and stuff guysssssssss. adding things where i want them, even making things upppppp. because i cannnnnnnn.

"Hey, you got a first aid kit around here?"

I looked up from the computer to see Holder leaning in the doorway, a cut over his eye leaking bright red fluid.

Grabbing the med kit from under the desk, I tried to lead him back to the couch.

"I need a bandaid, not a nurse. Just give me the kit."

"No."

"Whadya mean, 'no'? I got a job to do."

"And this is part of my job. Couch. Now."

He glared at me, but still obeyed.

I followed him, angling the lamp so I could see better.

"What happened?" I asked, cleaning and sanitizing the wound.

"Nothin'."

"Really? Well 'nothin' was almost deep enough that you would need stitches."

"What are you, a doctor?"

"No. But a few more semesters and I'll be a nurse."

He looked at me, relaxing a little as I pulled out butterfly bandages.

"No shit?"

"No shit."

"Huh."

I used a weak sealant, hoping to keep some of the sweat and rain out before attaching the white strips.

"So when you're a nurse, you gonna get one of them hot little white numbers? Or maybe a candy-striper apron?" he asked, grinning up at me suggestively.

Normally I would ignore him. But hey. Even I like having fun sometimes.

"Oh, I've had those for ages. They gave 'em out during orientation. Lab coats, too, but mine is so tight I can't wear anything underneath it."

His mouth had dropped open a little bit. Success. "Well, damn, woman. I come here for medical help, and you're tryin' to kill me. What kinda nurse are you?"

I grinned. "The good kind. All done."

"Nuh-uh, Doc. Not so fast."

"What?"

"You didn't kiss it better."

"Holder..."

"Don't you know nothin'? I got a boo-boo. You gotta kiss it."

"No."

"Fine. But I ain't leavin' until you do."

"Okay. Sit there."

I got up, ready to put the first aid kit away, when he continued.

"I will. I'll sit here, picturin' you in that sexy little candy-striper outfit... Mmm... or maybe the lab coat-"

Rolling my eyes, I spun around and dropped a kiss against his forehead, right by the drying sealant.

"Now was that so bad?" he asked, his hazel eyes looking up into my own.

"Go, Holder."

"Alright, Angel, fine. Next time I'll make sure to get injured somewhere a little more fun, so you won't get stuck kissin' my forehead, know what I'm sayin'?"

"Go, Holder!"

He was still chuckling to himself when he finally made it to the door.

FIN.