Mirage x Wraith One Shots

Into the Void

It was in the heat of battle. Wraith wasn't thinking, she just wanted to protect her squad. Wattson and Mirage were fighting on either side of the Interdimensional Skirmisher, and when the voices warned that a grenade was flying towards her, she used the information to her advantage. As though time passed in slow motion, Wraith reached up and snatched the frag out of the air. She placed a portal underneath her, rapidly disappearing into the void. She heard her two friends shout her name before they were cut off by the void.

Wraith was alone now as dropped gracefully onto the floor of the void. Through the distortion of the void, she stared down at the ordinance in her hand. 'Good luck, guys.'  The thought just managed to enter her mind before the grenade went off. She had managed to throw it up beforehand, getting blown to the ground. A wave of pain and heat passed over her before the cold of the void seeped back in, filling her wounds with what felt like ice. There was no ice in the void, though. Only cold and pain. Wraith had curled up on the ground, clenching her eyes shut to prevent tears from streaming down her face. She didn't even try to get up, the pain would be too great. From the portal in front of her, she heard muddled, muffled words, before she saw a figure step through. She couldn't make out who or what it was through her clouded eyes.

Wraith felt herself get picked up, and through the pain, she reached out to cast another portal. The person holding her stepped through, whole-heartedly trusting the woman in his arms. Mirage stepped out from the other portal, relishing the warmth that chased the chill away from his bones. "You're gonna be okay. It's alright. I've got you now." The Holographic Trickster told the Legend, trying his best to smile through the fear for Wraith. "Iz she alright? Wraith!" The voice of Wattson shouted as she ran up to the two. Mirage didn't answer, which worried Wraith. She couldn't really feel anything out of shock. "We need to get to shelter. Follow me." Mirage told Wattson, leading the way to a large building. As soon as they stepped inside, Wattson placed one of her Interception Pylons behind the door to keep it from being opened.

"I'll keep watch. Tend to Wraith." Wattson said, breathing heavily. Mirage blinked gratefully at the younger woman before walking up the stairs, setting Wraith down. "Hang in there." He said reassuringly. He pulled a med kit from his backpack, opening it and unveiling the vast assortment of medical supplies inside. Mirage then began to gingerly dress Wraith's wounds, bandaging her gashes and applying butterfly stiches to a cut just above her brow. After he did so, Mirage cupped Wraith's face in his palms, and she lifted a hand to rest on his. She opened her eyes to gaze into Mirage's loving sight, a smile appearing on his face. 

The two legends had no clue what to call their relationship. It was obvious that they were more than just friends, Mirage had much more flexibility amongst Wraith's boundaries than anyone else in the world. If anyone else tried to do the action they were committing to now, They would most surely be halfway across the galaxy. Somehow, Mirage knew all the right buttons to press in order to gain access to Wraith's heart. He always seemed to know what she was thinking, how she was feeling, he broke through the façade Wraith had worked so desperately to build up, and she was damn near impressed. "Are you okay?" Mirage asked as tenderly brushed his thumb across Wraith's cheekbone, lightly grazing her pale skin.

He asked that question often, that's what Wraith loved about him. He was constantly asking if she was alright, he never did anything new without asking. On the one occasion Wraith had answered no to his question, he allowed her to cry into his neck as he just held her. They sat on the floor like that for hours, and when Wraith finally fell asleep, he didn't move an inch. He stayed up and watched the sun rise, making Wraith's face glow like the angel that she was. 

After a long moment, Wraith nodded, looking down. Mirage affectionately kissed her forehead, pulling the woman before him into a hug. Wraith scrambled slowly into his lap. As he sat crisscross, she curled up and nuzzled into his scarf. His arms wrapped around her, Wraith let out a content sigh, warm beginning to fill her wounds. Whatever this was, whatever they were, Wraith hoped that it would never end.