/ SORRY ABOUT THE LATE UPLOAD! Exams and Christmas got me all caught up! But I'm making this one longer to make up for it, enjoy! 3 /

Roadhog was up in a mere second, launching himself back before the mass police squad had baled into the door way. Junkrat took a while longer, struggling to get up as he hadn't got his false limbs on, fumbling on the ground with his bag of bits and bombs. There was a blur of sound, shouting and yelling followed by shots and bangs. Roadhog had his gun clasped firmly in his hand as he gunned down the nearest cops, standing in front of Junkrat. This was his job after all. Junkrat finally got up and prepared, his first action was to smash in the window and sling the bags over his shoulder whilst he had Roadhog's large body blocking any bullets that came his way before turning and tossing a variety of coloured round metal balls that ticked manically. He grabbed Roadhog's arm and tugged it hard, giving him the signal to run. The Hog turned and scooped him up into his arms, jumping out the window and running with fair speed to the back of the motel. The cops struggled to jump the window but they were soon flying out it and hitting the concrete path outside with grating thuds, burning alive in the explosion that had cleared everything in the surrounding area.

"Woah, what'a wake up!" Junkrat snickered the remark as they watch the building go up in flames, the people inside screaming for help and dropping from the high rise windows. The explosion had wiped out a hell of a lot of space in the area, Roadhog's body was bleeding and burnt from the close encounter with it but the backlash force hadn't been enough to knock the tank of a man down. He may have been okay but his bike which had been placed a road behind the motel had encountered flying debris and had scratched it up, the right handle of it had been bent at an almost perfect downward 90 degree angle. Junkrat got on the back end of the bike with Roadhog spraying dirt with his back wheel as he skidded off the side of the road, driving at speed away from the scene. Junkrat climbed up his sore back, seeing he was hurt and avoided to nudge or step on his wounds as he perched on his shoulder to be the look out.

Everything had happened so fast and it still hadn't finished. A whirl of sirens could be heard echoing in the far distance, it getting louder and louder before three police cars veered from the right hand side of a street corner. The appearance of the police cars had been so sudden it had almost knocked the junker's off their bike. Roadhog slammed on the breaks so suddenly, sending Junkrat flying forward and clean off the bike and he bounced off one of the opposing cars. He screeched in surprise, and clearly pain, did somewhat amuse Roadhog..

"Ya cunt!" Junkrat yelled at Roadhog as he flew past on the bike, flipping him off as his metal arm clung to the car's wipers for his life. He buried his hand quickly into his pocket, reaching up and jumping up to the roof of the car. He swung his legs over the side where the left door was and kicked in the windows with his peg leg before throwing in a small box with a yellow smiley face on it. Roadhog had gone to the top of the round and did a complete U-turn, driving back down the other side of the road to the cop cars. Junkrat held out his hand as Roadhog flew past, the Hog grabbed his wrists as he did, pulling him back onto the bike with force. The cop cars bundled together at the top of the road, about to come down the opposite road to catch up with the junkers but Junkrat pulled out detonator and hit the centre button. A huge boom was heard, a burst of fire lit up the whole road and sky as it rained metallic fire. Junkrat instinctively held up the bags as a rather weak attempt to shield Roadhog who was now focused on driving and leaving the area as fast as he could. He knew a few place where he could go, it was mainly junker land and those types of people would sell the wanted out for a bread crumb. They would have to keep a low profile and keep to themselves.

Roadhog got them out the small town pretty fast and back onto the endless entwining roads of Australia. Junkrat calmed down once they had been going for half an hour with no one in sight. He sat back in a relaxed manner but paused when he noticed his big partner's back quivering a big, hands twitching a bit of the bike's handles. "Hoggy?" He asked, moving to peer over his shoulder at his mask, trying to see any difference in him. It's not as if he could see his face to judge what was happening right now. This wasn't right. "Hey, you okay?" Roadhog didn't answer. "Answer me!" He glared but the bike swerved to the side suddenly, Roadhog losing his grip. The Rat gasped and grabbed Roadhog's hands, holding them firmly to the bike's handles before moving around him to sit on his lap, helping him pull the bike over to the side. Something was seriously wrong and even he knew this. He didn't care about getting caught now, his first and only thought was of Roadhog and his health. The Hog did get up, struggling a lot to get off the bike but took a sat on the dirt road. He lifted up his shoulder pads which had slightly covered his chest. His chest was running red, blood running quickly down his front from a centred bullet wound that had gone through his chest. One of the cops had been a good aim. Roadhog sat back, holding his chest now he could and letting out a low raspy cough. He lifted his mask ever so slightly, needing some air. Junkrat grabbed their medical bag, sitting in front of him and taking off the shoulder harness for him, having him lay back. He instantly treated him to the best of his ability, flushing the wound out. "I gotta get this thing out, yeah? It's gonna hurt a lot so just, uh...hold your breath? Actually no, don't do that. You can't breathe then. Just grin and bare it I guess." He put a hand on his chest, the other slowly pressing two fingers down into his wound to reach in and remove the bullet.

Roadhog's body jolted in pain, letting out a low and angry growl. He automatically kicked Junkrat which caused the other to yelp in response. Roadhog moved to turn his burnt back to him, pulling the bullet out himself with shaky hands before patching himself up. "I was only tryin' to help." Junkrat didn't sound too impressed at all. "I'll let ya do that but I'm driving now." He got some water for him to drink, letting Roadhog have his time to pull himself back together. Junkrat knew Roadhog wasn't indestructible, even if Roadhog thought he was sometimes.

The Hog didn't think the same as Junkrat. Right now all he could think about was going back there and wrecking the whole town. What hurt him most right now wasn't the gun shot (he was used to them at this point) but the tightening in his lungs, every passing second and every wheezing cough tensed his chest more and increased the pain and lack of breath. His hearing was ringing, not understanding what Junkrat was saying at all, probably nothing important as always. He felt the Rat's small hands touch his shoulders, trying to calm him or something. His head was getting very heavy and he felt his body get all numb the dizzier he got. He was soon feeling Junkrat pull him up, finding it difficult to do it but he did. He was guided to the bike and Junkrat had him sit there for a bit as he sat in front of him, Junkrat driving now. This wouldn't be too good. Junkrat sat on his lap, driving with only one hand on the handle as the other was holding one of Roadhog's arms to his waist, gripping him so he wouldn't fall off. If Roadhog fell of the bike, Junkrat was going with him no matter how hard the Rat held him but he just let him be. If he thought he was helping, he would let him. He had no idea where they were going though. "W-Where?" He heard his own voice break a bit with the pain that was buried deep in his chest.

"To someone who owes me, and will help you." Junkrat yelled over the engine. Roadhog leaned forward, mask pressed against Junkrat's back. He felt humiliated right now. Weak. Pathetic. Useless. He hated being these things, it wasn't who he was. He closed his eyes, it helping the tiniest bit. He soon felt Junkrat's slender fingers brush up and down his arm as if to comfort him. It had been years since anyone had been this sort of affectionate to him. He was too tired to stop him.

They drove for about an hour, the bike slowing down a lot once they had gone over a soft bump of what seemed to be a building. Roadhog opened his eyes and sat up a bit, the pain in his chest worse than ever right now. He was panting, struggling for breath. He noticed they were in what seemed to be a garage of some sort, a big one. It was filled with neon desks and what appeared to be a large shelf of skates and CDs. Junkrat parked the bike to the side. Getting off and getting Roadhog to just sit down on the ground. "Wait right here, don't move yet!" Roadhog heard him go and scamper off into a different part of wherever the hell they were.

Junkrat quickly walked out the small green-tinted glass door which connected the house to the garage. "'Ello! Oi! Come 'ere! I know you know I'm here! We need you're help, seriously." He could hear the plea in his own voice. An old familiar face came round the corner, Lucio didn't look all to happy at seeing the junker in his private home. The man wore baggy black joggers and a tight fitting green and yellow top. His thick hair tied high up on his hair and goggles on his face and not surprisingly, gun in his hand. "I ain't here to raid you, unless you have snacks to give, but look. My friend is hurt bad and remember back a few years? Yeah. You said 'I owe you dude, so now I've come back so you can un-owe me. Just help Roadhog and we will be out of here and won't bug you."

Lucio sighed and lowered his weapon, "Okay, Okay dude. Calm down, I'll give you a helping hand. Where is he at?" He went with him back to the garage to see Roadhog. It was late at night, around half 11pm and the neon lit room didn't provide accurate lighting so Lucio and Junkrat guided Roadhog into the kitchen to be treated. All Junkrat could do was sit back and watch as Roadhog sat up against the fridge on a wooden chair as Lucio worked around him. Junkrat had a packet of chilli potato snacks and beer as he watched nervously. He didn't know why he was getting so worked up over this, maybe the shock of seeing Roadhog crack like this. Lucio was talking lowly to Roadhog, needing him to answer questions on the pain and where it was. Roadhog was refusing to talk to Lucio, not trusting him or wanting him anywhere near him. He didn't want a stranger's help, let alone Lucio's help. Lucio could feel a swelling in his chest, trying to figure it out. He went to take off Roadhog's mask before getting a fast full of fist. "Hey man, what the hell!?" He glared at him. Junkrat quickly went tot hem, "Hoggy! Stop. He don't take off his mask for no one, not even me. He won't do it." He sighed but Lucio calmed down.

"Well I need to check all over, he's gotta take the mask off." Lucio said with a rather encourage tone, wanting Junkrat to talk to him. "I've got some stuff which may help but I have to go get it from upstairs so just try and get him to, y'know, take it ff." He said to the Rat but let them be. Junkrat saw Roadhog was staring dagger into him behind the mask, rolling his eyes a bit. "This is to help you, Hoggy, come on. Just take it off.? What if it was only around me? I can have Lucio tell me what to give you and that way he won't see?" Roadhog just continued to blankly stare at him, not even moving a muscle. Junkrat was about to turn and have a go at him for being too rude and private when he suddenly slumped forward a bit, the holes in his mask dripping blood.

Junkrat wasn't going to waste time with this now, screw his mask and his private face. He called Lucio in a panic but laid him on his side, gently sliding the mask up to above his lips where the blood was coming from. He was about to tug it up all the way but Lucio appeared very quickly. He put him into recovery as he pushed Junkrat back, not needing him here right now. He sent him out as he worked fast. Lucio had discovered his lungs had been cracked and were collapsing which had caused a rib to splinter and pierce a lung. With added internal bleeding, it was a mess. Roadhog was in serious danger right now. He worked his hardest on him, having to internally fix a lot of the problems. Junkrat was locked outside the door for about three hours before Lucio let him back in. Lucio had Roadhog laying down, blood could be seen tinting the white and green kitchen floor tiles where he hadn't cleaned it all up yet. Lucio went up to get more things for Roadhog to remover with. He knew the junker's wouldn't be leaving his house for a while. He came back down with bedding and towels, letting Junkrat set that all up.

Junkrat sat by Roadhog, face knitted into a frown of upset concern. He laid a duvet down and eased Roadhog to lay on it before putting another one over him and sliding pillows under his head. He noticed his mask was still half on his face, Lucio hadn't pulled it up to reveal his face, only his lips and chin on display. The frantic mood soon settled as dawn filled the sky, shining in through the windows. The rat laid down next to Roadhog, face near his and one hand holding his partner's. It worried him how cold he was. He gently stroked over his arm again, not knowing why he was doing it but maybe it might help? He sighed a bit to himself, "Now who's the one causin' all the trouble...?" He mumbled to the heavily knocked out Roadhog. He sat with him for hours, just staring at the half his face he could see. He saw how soft his lips were, he wasn't able to not stroke a thumb over them which proved his point of them being as plush as they looked. He saw his his gruff looking stubble, it was the same colour as his white grey hair, meaning it was his natural colour. He just sat in thought as he was unable to sleep, wondering what colour his eyes were. He really wanted to see. He slowly reached out, taking hold of the snout of his pig mask. He went to slip it back, revealing the bottom of his nose but paused. He shouldn't, but he really wanted to! He was stuck thinking about it for a long while but he had taken too long in thinking. Roadhog moved his head, leaning to his other side which knocked his mask back down.

Junkrat just let it be now, sitting up to look him over. He kept a loose hold on his hand, not wanting to let it go at all so he didn't. He couldn't get a grip on what he was feeling right now at all, an overwhelming sensation of protectiveness with a hint of admiration almost. Roadhog had always protected him and whenever Junkrat got struck down, Roadhog had been instantly there to save him and fix him up. The pair really were a team. He soon felt the tiredness gnawing into him which brought him to lay close to Roadhog, face pressed gently into his upper side so he couldn't hurt him. He kept an arm around his waist, not having anyone touch him without Junkrat knowing about it.

Roadhog woke the next morning, the pain was still deep inside his chest but not as shocking bad. He wasn't gasping for breath but the breaths he did take were raspy and rough. He lifted his mask a bit, keeping it resting just above his upper lip for some air. He moved but felt something wrapped over him, looking down and seeing the scrawny Rat there. He watched the idiot sleep, he knew Junkrat had just saved his life by bringing him here. Junkrat had acted fast which had saved his life and he was here right with him. He felt his cheeks get warm as he placed a hand over him, pulling him closer into the covers. He looked around the kitchen and saw they were alone, Lucio must be sleeping. Junkrat stirred a bit in his sleep, feeling the Hog move had woke him. He sat up suddenly when he saw he was fully awake, "Hoggy! Are you feeling okay?" He was still holding his hand, his grip was solid.

Roadhog nodded a bit, "I'm fine. Stop stressing." He propped himself up on his elbows. Junkrat having to help him sit upright. "Water." He demanded and Junkrat reached over, he had already prepared stuff for him. He sipped the water which helped clear his throat, having the rusty iron taste of blood in his mouth wasn't pleasant.

"How can I not stress? You were dyin." Junkrat gave a face but made him look at him. He looked so upset for a bit but leaned over, wrapping his arms around his neck, hiding his face there. "You had me fuckin' scared shitless. Don't do that again!"Roadhog froze under the sincere action of Junkrat. Junkrat had hugged him before but only in a playful I'm-Trying-To-Annoy-You way. This was completely different. He didn't hug back but didn't push him away either so Junkrat took it as an accepted hug. "Next time you are hurt, tell me okay. Don't play it off. I mean it." He looked down a bit, staring at the ground. Roadhog reached up and slapped the back of his head which made him yelp, holding his tongue between his fingers because Roadhog made him bite it hard.

"Shut up. There won't be a next time because this won't happen again. Ill use you as a shield next time." He said bluntly but that made the Rat smile a bit, the idiot still holding his tongue between his fingers which made him look even more stupid. Roadhog had his mask pulled down again but he felt himself smile a little bit in return to seeing the goofy moron smile. He made Junkrat lay down again, laying back down with him. He let Junkrat use his arm for a pillow, keeping him close to his side. The curves of Roadhog's body fit perfectly with Junkrat's, bodies matching like paired puzzle pieces. A warm feeling surrounded them both, the junkers were content to just lay next to each other in peace for a while. The Hog found it so relaxing, truly calm till Junkrat was Junkrat again, "So you remember the time when you found that fork and you-" A pillow hit Junkrat in the face to muffle him, Roadhog closing his eyes once again and slowly falling asleep with Junkrat moaning about the taste of a pillow cover in his mouth.

"Sleep or I'll strangle you." He said simply but Junkrat shut up. Tomorrow he needed to do something important. He needed to test it, to know for sure. He was nervous about it, very much dreading it but it was Junkrat he needed to convince. He peered over and saw Junkrat get into the sleeping potion of his, fingers twined with his own. If Junkrat was there with him, it should be fine.