Random One Shots

Jowen - "You come here often?"

Of all the missions to send him on...

Owen Carvour was a high ranking member of the Starship Rangers, specializing in stealth and extraction missions. He was renowned in his legion as the best of the best, which is why he got all the seemingly impossible missions. This was certainly no exception. He read over his urgent report, already on the way to the site, and couldn't help but sigh. It was an emergency extraction for some guy named Junior SpaceClaw. He didn't need to know anything else about him. Spoilt rich boy with a powerful Dad and no real skill. This was gonna be annoying.

Arriving at the scene, it became clear that it was a little more complicated than he'd first thought. The coordinates had said his tracker was here, in the middle of a weird forest, which it was. But his fellow Ranger was not. Owen wasn't all too surprised, this happened pretty often. Unfortunately, the folks who got separated from their tracker usually wound up dead by the time backup arrived. A blaster shot shook him out of his head, and muscle memory got him moving before he could think to head towards it. Okay, so either that was a very good sign, or a very bad one. A few more blaster shots went off before Owen got there, screeching to a halt behind a tree to scope out the situation.

At first, it seemed like he was in the wrong place. That is, until he saw some faint movement out of the corner of his eye. And there was the target, lying on the floor, surrounded by what was presumably his own blood. Ah shit, well. Must've been too late. Time to leav- As soon as Owen moved to stand up, his head was almost taken off by a blaster shot. Ducking back down and out of the way, he looked back over to what he assumed was a corpse. He was slightly sat up, blaster in hand, eyes frantic as he scanned the treeline. That clever son of a bitch, he was playing dead! 

"Junior SpaceClaw, Starship Ranger. You were sent on a scouting mission this morning, and we received a distress call from your tracker approximately twenty time cycles ago. Please confirm that it was you."
Owen called, slowly standing back up. His response was a sigh of relief from Junior.
"Gee, I fuckin wonder, was it the man who's bleeding out? Or someone else? Yes it was me!"
He snapped, slumping backwards. He must've been exhausted, and it already looked like he'd lost a lot of blood. Owen walked over, checking to see if he could move him without making the damage worse.

The main issue was a blaster wound on his side. Nothing that would be lethal, as long as it was treated quickly enough. As Owen continued to check him over, Junior shifted a little.
"Hey..."
He rasped, exhaustion heavy in his voice. Owen looked over, really not expecting what he saw. Junior had sat up a little, a sly grin on his face and an eyebrow quirked.
"You come here often?"

Owen took a moment to process what was just said, blinking in surprise, before looking absolutely incredulous.
"You're bleeding out... And yet you're flirting with me...?"
This earned a wink from Junior.
"I mean, hey, I might die. I'm not gonna miss my chance to get a piece of that before I do."
... Owen was torn. Because on one hand, this guy was the biggest idiot he'd ever seen. In the other, he was kinda cute, and very interested. He shook his head, hopefully not showing the heat rising in his cheeks.

"You're not going to die, you idiot. Come on, I'm taking you back over to my pod, it's got a med bot."
He sighed, slipping his arms beneath Junior, before pausing.
"I'm going to pick you up now, it might hurt a bit."
That was definitely a mistake. Junior raised an eyebrow, still smirking.
"Hot."
Owen purposefully jostled him on the way up.

The walk back to the ship was full of Junior making increasingly sexual comments, and Owen trying very hard not to blush. Or drop him and walk off. It was a 50/50 impulse. Either way they made it safely to the pod, and Owen set him down in the copilots seat, switching on the med bot. There was barely a moment of silence before Junior piped up again.
"Y'know, I've yet to have learned the name of my savoir."
He said, wincing as the bot got to work on his wounds. Owen sighed, shaking his head. The guy just wasn't going to give up, was he...?
"Owen Carvour. Will you please stop hitting on me now?"
Even if he was quite enjoying the flirting, it was extremely unprofessional. Junior seemed to mull it over for a moment before responding.

"... Okay. I won't flirt with you for the rest of the mission-"
"-Thank you-"
"-If you agree to go on a date with me."
Dead God damn it- Owen sighed, rubbing his temples. This guy was insufferable... But, well, it wouldn't technically be unprofessional if he weren't on the clock when it happened, so... He looked around for something to write on, grabbing a spare piece of bandage and a marker, quickly writing something down, handing it to Junior while avoiding eye contact.
"... It's my com number. Let me know when and where."

Junior wasn't true to his word about no more flirting, but honestly? Owen didn't mind.