Toss a Coin to Your Witcher (Completed)

Searching For A Moron

"Do you think it's Nilfgaardian soldiers chasing him?" Ciri asked as Geralt crouched to examine a broken twig with thread hanging from it, the colour of Jaskier's shirt, he thought. So they were going in the right direction.
"No, even Jaskier couldn't outrun them, and they'll be pre-occupied with the battle at sodden not chasing idiot bards through the woods."
"AHA! So he's a bard!" Ciri cried, triumphant at last in finding out something about Jaskier. Geralt cursed himself and started walking again. "Why on earth are you travelling with a Bard?" She said, though it was mostly rhetorical, and she knew Geralt wouldn't have answered her even it was genuine. Geralt's head jerked up suddenly, he smelt blood. He gestured for Ciri to be silent and unsheathed his sword, edging forward through the brush and weeds.
Geralts pushed on, and found himself in a clearing, the sun shone down through the canopy overhead to provide some light, but it was getting late and the light was dim. Soon it would be too dark to keep searching, and Geralt would have to wait through another sleepless night until he could continue. The clearing had a stream running through it, and Geralt could just imagine Jaskier leaping into it the second he saw it, complaining about smelling even though he always smelt sweet and warm. It seemed he'd done that here too, and that was where the enemy had caught up with him. A body lay at the banks of the stream, head in the water, though Geralt didn't panic because he could tell from the clothes it was not his Bard.
He stooped low to the body and turned it over. The man's face was caught in a look of terror, chest cut to ribbons by a small blade- Jaskier, Geralt realised with shock, it was his blade that had done this. But there was also blood on the man's sword, meaning Jaskier was injured, wherever he was.
"Is that-" Ciri jumped off the horse and approached Geralt wearily.
"This was who was chasing Jaskier. He must be hurt-" Geralt pointed to the blood and then searched through the body's pockets. There was a money pouch and a letter. He read it alloud: "Find the Princess and the Witcher, leave no one behind- all who side with them must be elimiated... He's an assassin." Geralt said.
"But now he's gone, Jaskier might stop running." Ciri suggested and Geralt nodded and hummed. He just had to think about what his bard would do... Alone, injured, he knew Geralt would find him so he would wait, he whined about the cold so he would want to light a fire, if he was worried there were multiple assassins he would want the fire to be hidden. A cave. He had no poor navigational skills so he would want an easy way to recognise where he was- he would have followed the stream- and with no lute to entertain him, he would be sleeping most likely, so Geralt had no sounds to follow.
"I know where he is." Geralt said, taking off down the bank of the river and pocketing the coin while he was at it. It wasn't long before he came across a cave, a light from within told him it was the right one. Ciri hung back when Geralt crept closer. There was still a small chance it was the enemy and not his bard, so he didn't put his sword away quite yet. 
There he was. Geralt breathed a sigh of relief and jogged up to the sleeping body of his bard, curled toward the fire with his back to Geralt and snoring as he knew he would be. There was a gash along his leg, but it didn't look too bad and if Jaskier remembered Vesemir's training he would have already chewed some devil's claw for the pain- Geralt had seen it growing in swathes throughout the forest.
Without another thought - including whether Ciri had followed him or not - he knelt down behind his Bard and laid a hand on his shoulder intending to turn him over. Before he could move however, Jaskier jolted awake and spun, dagger in hand, pressing it to Geralt's throat. The Witcher tried desperately not to be impressed by his reflexes or turned on by the intensity of his gaze, but it wasn't working much.
Geralt swallowed against the arousal and grinned at Jaskier, ridiculously overjoyed to see him alive. It seemed the feeling was reciprocated, because the second the Bard registered who had woken him, the knife clattered from his hand and he threw himself into the Witcher's arms, face tucked into the nook of his shoulder. Geralt's world went black around the edges, all that mattered was Jaskier, right in front of him, dirty and slick with sweat and utterly perfect. 
"I love you." He said, before he could force it back. Jaskier's eyes widened - it was the first time Geralt had ever said it, turns out all he needed to do was nearly die. "I thought you were-"
Jaskier cut him off with a kiss, hot and aggressive, hands diving into the Witcher's hair and  clinging on as Geralt kissed him back just as desperately, trying to show his Bard just how much he had missed him and feared for him. When they broke apart, breathing as fast as if they'd been running for miles, and Geralt's tunnel vision widened again, he saw Ciri standing at the mouth of the cave, red in the face, trying to look as though she hadn't been staring.
"Fuck." He murmured softly but with feeling.