Cracking The Commander (DJ x Commander)

CHAPTER 12

"O-Ow, DJ!"

"Careful, Comm, you're moving too much!"

Lots of noise was echoing from the hall, making many towers in the lobby awfully confused. A few towers looked up at one another before glancing towards the entrance of the lobby. The hell was going on?

DJ was really struggling to keep up with Commander's flailing. It was like he was running a three-legged race but if his teammate was a stupidly stubborn leader disabled by a goddamn zombie bite. Commander was unbelievably determined to get to the lobby in record time, apparently, because not even pain slowed his ass down.

"You need to pace yourself! You're only gonna worsen your condition-"

"I am at— ouch..- a perfect p-pace! You just need to keep up," Commander growled. His voice was ever so slightly whinier than usual, proof he was in fact pushing his limits. DJ let out a heavy sigh, stopping entirely in his tracks, and grabbing onto Commander's arm to stop him as well. "Hey! DJ!" Commander whipped his head around with furrowed brows. "Why did you stop?"

"I'm not moving until you agree to slow your roll, okay?" DJ kept his feet on the ground even though Commander tugged at him in a futile attempt to get him moving. "I don't want to be the cause of your injury getting worse." DJ would be a liar if he said he didn't think that this was amusing. Commander was really fighting, yanking with what little strength he could muster.

After Commander was attacked, DJ slowly came to terms with the idea that maybe Commander wasn't as strong as he prided himself to be. He was sure Commander would absolutely kill him if he mentioned that, though. There were the little moments DJ noticed Commander would need help with something quite easy but never asked. Like that damn pickle jar that seemingly everyone but Commander could open. But that was pre-attack Commander. DJ knew he was likely even weaker now.

"I'm doing perfectly fine myself," said Commander. "I know my limits!"

"You keep saying that but I'm starting to not believe you." DJ stared down at Commander, who was beginning to get embarrassed. "I agreed to walk you out but only if you are careful, sir. Look," he gestured to Commander's lower half, "you can't even put a foot down when standing!"

"I-"

"If you're rushing, it'll hurt you more. So slow down." He lightly growled that last part, making Commander's eyes widen behind his shades. Commander glanced away and grumbled.

"Fine. I'll be more careful."

DJ smiled. "Thank you, Comm. Trust me, you'll be thanking me later for this."

Commander rolled his eyes and linked his arm with DJ's. "I'll have you know talking back to the commander is a punishable offense."

"I'm aware. You can punish me however you'd like later. Right now you gotta get that strength back."

They began to walk, this time with less of a battle between the two. DJ was honestly pretty pleased that Commander obeyed (and mildly amused that his low tone knocked some sense into him). Commander actually took his time, reducing the amount of ouches and complaints that DJ heard beforehand. Before they made it into the lobby, DJ heard Commander grumble, "I feel like an old man."

Snickering, DJ answered, "You are an old man."

Commander wasn't too enthralled by his reply.

DJ opened the door for Commander, who dipped his head in thanks and shakily walked in, dragging DJ along. Before DJ could even process it, the team was already coming over to gawk at Commander.

"You're okay!" One said. DJ couldn't make out who the voice belonged to among the murmurs.

"Dad! You're walking?!" Scout shrieked.