Happy Birthday ilyena_sylph!
Title: Close Call
Characters: Dick/Roy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 470
Disclaimer: DC owns.
AN: For Yena! Takes place sometime during their Outsiders days.
The last thing he heard was Roy’s voice yelling for him to get down. The last thing he saw was a bright flash of red and white light. Then everything went dark and still.
…
He struggled to open his eyes and barely managed to keep one open for a short time. He saw a pair of worried green eyes looking down at him. He tried to reach up to touch red locks, but his fingers wouldn’t respond.
“You’re going to be okay, Short Pants,” Roy assured him, then added in a choked whisper, “You have to be.”
…
“No change, yet?”
It sounded like Grace. Far away.
“No…”
It was Roy. Very close at his side.
Something squeezed his hand and that’s when he realized it was Roy.
“I’ll watch him,” Grace stated, “You need to rest.”
“I’m fine,” Roy insisted.
“Roy…”
“He’s going to wake up. I know he is. I want to be here when he does.”
How long had he been there? And had Roy been with him the entire time?
…
“Don’t try to sit up, man.”
“But I feel fine.” And he did. He didn’t feel at all tired anymore and his body wasn’t hurting either. Well, his side still did, but other than that, he was great.
Roy burst into the room, pushing Anissa out of the way. Apparently, he had been taking a shower when he heard the news, because he was dripping wet with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Rex followed behind.
“How do you feel?” Roy asked, mad at himself for listening to Grace about getting cleaned up at the exact same moment Dick finally regained consciousness.
“I’m fine,” he replied, trying not to outright stare at the redhead’s finely sculpted chest and arms, “What happened?”
When Roy sat on the side of the bed, taking Dick’s hand in his without caring that anyone else was present, Grace knew what to do. She shoved everyone out the room, leaving the two former Titans alone.
“Sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine, really.”
Roy sighed in relief, “Good.”
They looked at each other in silence for who knows how long. Thinking. Remembering. Wanting. Hoping.
Until Roy stood, “Maybe I should go put some clothes on.”
Dick watched him. He didn’t want to let Roy walk away.
“Wait,” he reached for Roy and pulled him back down, “Don’t leave…yet. I just…”
Roy knew what Dick wanted to say and couldn’t. He’d been thinking the same things. Worrying they’d never have another opportunity. Dreading that the angry exchange of words prior to the mission would be their last. Luckily, though, they’d been given a second chance. And maybe they’d find a way to do it right this time.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Roy smiled and sat closer, mentally adding, “Not now. Not ever.”