Robin Hood: Healing Hands
Title: Healing Hands
Author: arliddian
Rating: G
Fandom: Robin Hood
Pairing: Will/Djaq
Timeframe Season 1, season 2 and post-s2 finale
Summary: Three times Will needs to be tended to by Djaq.
Word Count: 637
Author's Note: Three connected ficlets. The first two are sort of based off two sentences from my Will/Djaq 50 sentences challenge. Comments and constructive criticism are love!
Warnings: Spoilers for the season 2 finale (even though I haven't seen it yet).
Disclaimer: Although I wish I owned Will, I don't own anything associated with Robin Hood.
1.
Will carefully pushes up his sleeve and grimaces as he plops down on the bench. Why, out of everyone in the gang, was he the one to get injured? Why did it have to be him that was sent to Djaq to be fixed up, like a child?
Djaq sits in front of him. "Let me see it," she says briskly. Gingerly, he extends his forearm for her inspection.
"It is only shallow. As long as it is cleaned and bandaged properly, it will not be infected," she tells him. When she experimentally touches the edge of the gash, a stabbing pain shoots through his arm. He twitches, wincing.
"Sorry," Djaq murmurs, flashing him a quick glance before turning aside to pick up a soaked cloth to clean the wound. Will looks away to hide the rising colour in his cheeks, mumbling "'S fine."
Just as he begins to mentally curse his own incompetency (both in battle and in interacting with women), Djaq takes hold of his arm and begins dabbing at the cut, shutting down any further self-abasing thoughts in his head. He grits his teeth against the pain and tries to focus on something other than the feeling of her long, cool fingers on his skin.
2.
"I'm all right," Will protests, clutching his side.
Djaq raises an eyebrow. "You are not all right. Sit down."
Will resignedly obeys, and Djaq notes the way his face fleetingly contorts in an expression of pain as he sits down. He immediately looks away, no doubt hoping that she didn't notice. She rolls her eyes. Men, she thinks. Always trying to prove they are stronger than they are.
"Honestly, I'm fine," Will tells her again. "I just need to rest."
"You may need more than rest if you have fractured a rib." She crouches beside him and he releases his side, moving his arms out of the way.
"You need to lift your shirt," she points out.
"Oh - right," he says; a blush stains his cheeks and she has to hide her smile.
The smile disappears and is forgotten when he gingerly lifts his shirt. Djaq's eyes widen slightly as they follow his rising hem. After a split-second of staring at his partially-bared torso, she mentally shakes herself and forces her gaze down to the massive, angry, yellow-purple bruise stretching from his lower rib almost to his hip.
When she reaches out to it, her hand trembles.
3.
"You will get used to it," Djaq tells Will as she lightly smooths a cooling salve onto the red-raw skin on the back of his neck.
Will shakes his head. "I never thought I'd miss the weather in England."
She smiles. "You will adapt. The more time you spend in the sun, the more you - and your skin - will get used to it."
"Or the more burnt I'll get."
Djaq rolls her eyes and finishes dabbing at his neck. "Done." He turns towards her in his chair, and she stifles another laugh at the sight of his sunburnt face.
"Thanks," he says wryly, gingerly touching the back of his neck.
"Sorry." She leans down and softly presses her lips to his. Will's eyes flutter closed; Djaq's hands rise to his face in order to bring him closer...
Will pulls away with a hiss and a grimace, narrowing his eyes at her as far as his stiff skin will allow.
"Sorry," she repeats with a rueful smile. She dips her fingers in the salve and goes to apply it to his sore face; he draws back slightly, apprehensive.
She fixes him with a look and spreads the balm over his cheek with a soft caress. "I promise I will be gentle."
He relaxes into her touch. Their eyes meet, and both of them cannot help but smile.
Fin
Author: arliddian
Rating: G
Fandom: Robin Hood
Pairing: Will/Djaq
Timeframe Season 1, season 2 and post-s2 finale
Summary: Three times Will needs to be tended to by Djaq.
Word Count: 637
Author's Note: Three connected ficlets. The first two are sort of based off two sentences from my Will/Djaq 50 sentences challenge. Comments and constructive criticism are love!
Warnings: Spoilers for the season 2 finale (even though I haven't seen it yet).
Disclaimer: Although I wish I owned Will, I don't own anything associated with Robin Hood.
1.
Will carefully pushes up his sleeve and grimaces as he plops down on the bench. Why, out of everyone in the gang, was he the one to get injured? Why did it have to be him that was sent to Djaq to be fixed up, like a child?
Djaq sits in front of him. "Let me see it," she says briskly. Gingerly, he extends his forearm for her inspection.
"It is only shallow. As long as it is cleaned and bandaged properly, it will not be infected," she tells him. When she experimentally touches the edge of the gash, a stabbing pain shoots through his arm. He twitches, wincing.
"Sorry," Djaq murmurs, flashing him a quick glance before turning aside to pick up a soaked cloth to clean the wound. Will looks away to hide the rising colour in his cheeks, mumbling "'S fine."
Just as he begins to mentally curse his own incompetency (both in battle and in interacting with women), Djaq takes hold of his arm and begins dabbing at the cut, shutting down any further self-abasing thoughts in his head. He grits his teeth against the pain and tries to focus on something other than the feeling of her long, cool fingers on his skin.
2.
"I'm all right," Will protests, clutching his side.
Djaq raises an eyebrow. "You are not all right. Sit down."
Will resignedly obeys, and Djaq notes the way his face fleetingly contorts in an expression of pain as he sits down. He immediately looks away, no doubt hoping that she didn't notice. She rolls her eyes. Men, she thinks. Always trying to prove they are stronger than they are.
"Honestly, I'm fine," Will tells her again. "I just need to rest."
"You may need more than rest if you have fractured a rib." She crouches beside him and he releases his side, moving his arms out of the way.
"You need to lift your shirt," she points out.
"Oh - right," he says; a blush stains his cheeks and she has to hide her smile.
The smile disappears and is forgotten when he gingerly lifts his shirt. Djaq's eyes widen slightly as they follow his rising hem. After a split-second of staring at his partially-bared torso, she mentally shakes herself and forces her gaze down to the massive, angry, yellow-purple bruise stretching from his lower rib almost to his hip.
When she reaches out to it, her hand trembles.
3.
"You will get used to it," Djaq tells Will as she lightly smooths a cooling salve onto the red-raw skin on the back of his neck.
Will shakes his head. "I never thought I'd miss the weather in England."
She smiles. "You will adapt. The more time you spend in the sun, the more you - and your skin - will get used to it."
"Or the more burnt I'll get."
Djaq rolls her eyes and finishes dabbing at his neck. "Done." He turns towards her in his chair, and she stifles another laugh at the sight of his sunburnt face.
"Thanks," he says wryly, gingerly touching the back of his neck.
"Sorry." She leans down and softly presses her lips to his. Will's eyes flutter closed; Djaq's hands rise to his face in order to bring him closer...
Will pulls away with a hiss and a grimace, narrowing his eyes at her as far as his stiff skin will allow.
"Sorry," she repeats with a rueful smile. She dips her fingers in the salve and goes to apply it to his sore face; he draws back slightly, apprehensive.
She fixes him with a look and spreads the balm over his cheek with a soft caress. "I promise I will be gentle."
He relaxes into her touch. Their eyes meet, and both of them cannot help but smile.
Fin