𝗕𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗼 Shorts

ღ BSK - Sp x OC - 8

I risked a look over the edge of the rock. The alien, who had been dangerously close to my hiding spot, was running for cover and squealing.

A new voice invaded my ears in the next few seconds; the aliens had hacked our communications, too. "Stop! Stop, mercy! We surrender!"

By the time Sidney skidded back into sight I was soaked through and shivering, but I ran out to meet him all the same. "Well done!" I cheered, clapping him on the shoulder. "I can't believe it!"

Sidney shook water out of his hair and grinned right back at me. "All because Spotty played a stupid trick on me," he mused.

"Idiot."

"I agree." He flicked sodden hair out of his eyes again and frowned. "We're getting soaked. When's Teacher going to beam us up?"

"I'll check- oh." My comms buzzed in my ear threateningly. "It won't work, it's wet." I dug into my pocket and drew out his. "Here, you do it."

Sid took it and positioned it back in his ear, pressing the button to open up the comms. "Sir, Sidney here," he said. "Any chance of an umbrella?"

There were a few seconds in which I assume Teacher was talking, and then my vision started to go blurry as we were beamed up to the ship.

As soon as I felt my feet on something hard again my ears were assaulted again by Spotty's voice. He was the only one in the room except from us.

"Are you alright?" He asked. He raised his arm as if to touch my shoulder, but thought better of it and didn't.

"Yeah I am," Sidney said drolly. "Thanks for asking."

I pursed my lips and nodded, suppressing a shiver. "I'm fine, thanks."

Teacher then bustled in, followed by the rest of the crew. "Well done, Sidney!" He cried in jubilance. "What quick thinking, such bravery-"

"Ease up Teach, you sound like a fangirl," Danny quipped, eliciting laughter from everyone.

Teacher's high spirits dropped at being laughed at, and he turned his full attention to us - we were dripping all over the floor. "Get dried off, you two. And Marie? Make sure you disinfect that cut, please. I don't want it to get infected."

"I will," I complied.

Spotty screwed up his nose. "Hey! how come when I said that-"

Teacher waved his hand as he turned to leave. "Time off for the rest of the day, team," he said. This was met with a cheer and chatter.

"Yeah, we did good," Plug said loudly, as they filed out of the room.

I followed after, but peeled away from the pack to retreat to my own room to treat my cut, which was throbbing much more viciously now that the shock had worn off. I left a trail of water in my wake, getting thinner as I reached my door.

I scanned my key and barged in, collapsing on my bed and revelling in the softness for a while before I sat up, reaching for the hem of my shirt-

"You know, you look good when you're wet, right?"

I rolled my eyes instinctively, looking up to see Spotty lounging against the doorframe.

"Oh, shut up. I don't need more of your innuendos," I dismissed firmly. "Why are you in my room?"

He clutched a hand to his chest. "Ouch, that hurt. I'm just here to make sure you're not playing heroine. And by the way, you left your door open." He pushed off of the frame and approached me. "How's your shoulder?"

"It's..." I briefly contemplated lying, but then I felt a burning pain as I shifted slightly. "It's hurting."

"Want some help?"

I twisted my head to look at how bad it was, but found I could only see part of it - the other half sliced into my back, where I couldn't easily reach it.

So, I relented. "Yeah... I guess," I sighed, defeated. "First aid kit is in the bathroom, under the sink."

"I know."

I looked at him sharply. "What?"

He paused on his way out and raised an eyebrow. "It's the same in all the bathrooms, sweets. Don't get your knickers in a twist."

I didn't know what to say, so I settled for an, "Oh."

When he emerged he was already unzipping the bag. He placed it on the bed beside me and leaned over my shoulder, peeling open a foil packet of antiseptic wipes.

This is going to hurt a bit," he warned. "You want my other arm to hold on to?"

"No, I-"

The alcohol touched my shoulder and I gasped, my hand shooting out to wrap around his wrist. He paused and gave me the I-told-you-so look while I gritted my teeth against the burn.

"You have a really tight grip," he commented lightly, reminding me that I was currently cutting off the blood supply to his hand.

I uncurled my hand sheepishly and wove my fingers together in my lap, focusing on keeping them there. "Sorry."

I winced when he went back to cleaning the cut, but at least it wasn't as extreme as my initial reaction.

I watched his face as he worked; he pursed his lips and frowned as he inspected it. "I don't think it needs proper stitches. Maybe butterflies will do..."

I scrunched my nose. "Butterflies?"

Amused, he smiled. "Yeah. These." He picked out a roll of what looked like sticky tape, and pulled off a length, ripping it off. He pinched my skin together (eliciting a grimace from me) and stuck the tape over it, perpendicular to the wound.

"How do you know so much about this?" I questioned him.

The corner of his mouth twisted upwards into a smirk, and his eyes darted to meet mine. "Have you seen how many times Plug has hit me over the past week?"

I smiled at the memory. It made sense.

"And anyway," he continued, as he carefully applied another strip of tape, "medicine interests me."

"Oh, wow," I mocked, raising an eyebrow. "Something actually interests you?"

He gave a huff of indignation as he used the bloodied antiseptic wipe to sweep away a little seepage. "Lots of things interest me," he protested.

My eyebrow lifted higher. "Like what?"

"You."