You were cleaning up the medhut for the night so you could go meet Newt in the deadheads to hang out. You'd been working as a medjack for almost two years now, so Clint and Jeff trusted you to close up shop. As you were putting some supplies back in the cabinet, you hear the door open behind you. You jump, spinning around to see who just walked in.

"It's just me love," Newt says, holding a hand out in front of him as if to say clam down. You take a deep breath and let it out, trying to calm your racing heart.

"Sorry. You scared me," you say with a chuckle, leaning back against the counter. "So what are you doing here," you ask, wondering why your best friend was in the medhut. He normally didn't have time to visit you during the day, so you would just meet up in the deadheads.

"I could actually use a little help with this," he says with a sheepish grin, pulling down the collar of his shirt to reveal a deep gash on his chest. That's when you notice the tear in his shirt.

"What the hell," you mutter, pushing off the counter and walking over to him to inspect the wound closer. "Are you ok? What happened? When did you get this," you start spitting out worried questions at him.

"Bloody hell (Y/n) calm down," Newt laughs, making you glance up at him. "I just tripped over a root in the deadheads. Landed on a rock," he tells you simply. You give him a hard look, trying to see if he would crack under pressure. "Whaaat," he whines.

"I'm trying to decide if your telling the truth, or downplaying it so I won't worry," you tell him, crossing your arms over your chest and giving him a hard glare. He knew you always worried about literally everything, so he had gotten into the habit of downplaying a situation so you wouldn't freak out.

"You're cute when you try to be intimidating," he says with a smile, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. Your expression immediately drops, and you start blushing madly, looking anywhere but his eyes.

"Uh-um lets go ahead and get you fixed up," you say, stuttering out the sentence. You lead him over to one of the cots, having him sit down on the edge, his feet hanging off the side. You hide your face behind your hair, immediately turning away from him, and walking back over to the cabinets. You grab the rubbing alcohol and a clean rag, and walk back over to him. Your still hiding your face behind your hair as you sit down on a stool in front of him.

That's when you realize something that makes your eyes go wide. You'll need to take his shirt off so you can clean the gash. It wasn't a big deal. You had seen him shirtless so many times you couldn't count, cause you would sometimes hang out in his room with him. There had even been a few times you had slept in his bed with him because you were having nightmares, and he was the only person who could calm you down enough to go back to sleep. All those times he had been shirtless, but this situation made your cheeks heat up even more than they already were.

"Um- c-could you um- take you shirt off Uh- for me," you ask, mentally smacking yourself for stuttering so much. You look anywhere but at him when he speaks up.

"Actually it kinda hurts to move my arm," he says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. Oh god, you think to yourself. He's enjoying this.

You look up at him with another hard glare, seeing that he is indeed smirking.

"Seriously Newt," you exclaim in an annoyed tone. "You're seriously gonna be like that right now," you snap, exaggerating the last two words.

"Yep," he says, popping the p, still smirking at you.

"Uuuuuugh," you groan at him, seriously wanting to slap the smirk right off his face. It really didn't help that you both already had feelings for each other. You had grown really close over the last two years, but you didn't want to start anything while you were trapped in this place. You also didn't want to be a burden to Newt, and you told him that it wouldn't be fair to him. Ever since then he was either super flirty with you, or he would just try to hang out with you as much as possible- not that it was a lot- probably trying to change your mind. "I seriously don't like you right now," you mumble into your hands, avoiding his gaze at all costs.

"You're the one who's supposed to be taking care of me right now. Do I need to tell Clint and Jeff you didn't help a patient, and stick you with the builders," he asks in a mock threatening tone. You look up at him with yet another hard glare.

"You wouldn't," you growl at him. He just smirks and shrugs his shoulders.

You put your face back in your hands taking a few deep breaths, before looking back up at him. The stool your sitting on is as high as the cot, so your just in line with him. You take one more deep breath, before leaning over slightly, and reaching out with your hands to the buttons on his shirt. You undo the first one, and curse yourself mentally when you look up at him with a nervous expression. He still has a smirk on his face, and you scold yourself again when you think about how hot he looks.

You shake your head, getting your thoughts together before looking back down at what your doing. As you go down the buttons on his shirt, you don't get any less nervous. If anything, your cheeks turn brighter and brighter, almost giving a red glow to the room.

You get down to the last button on his shirt, and undo it, refusing to look back up at the blond boy. You sit back up, and reach over to grab the rag and rubbing alcohol. You bring the rag to the top of the bottle, and tip it over, dumping the contents on the piece of cloth. You set the bottle back on the side table, and glance up at Newt.

"This might sting a little," you warn. You look back to his chest, and peel the corner of his shirt off the gash. You set your hand on his shoulder, pinning the fabric in between your thumb and his body. You bring your other hand up, and set the wet rag on the wound, causing him to wince. "Sorry," you tell him in an apologetic tone, dabbing it lightly. His fist clenches the sheet on the cot from the pain, so you come up with something to distract him.

"So what did Mr. Second-in-command have to do today," you ask in a curious tone, giggling at the expression he gives you. He hates it when you call him that, cause he doesn't like it when you tease his about how he's "higher up" than all the other boys, but he can't do anything except smile and shake his head at you.

"Had to go deal with Mason and Fred. Got into another fight," he says in a bored tone, hopefully taking away some of his focus on the pain.

"No surprise there," you comment. He chuckles, the sweet noise making a grin appear on your face. Those two boys were pieces of work. They probably got stuck in the slammer again.

"We had to stick em in the slammer for a few days, two meals a day." Told ya.

"Then I had to deal with an angry Frypan because Winston forgot two of the chickens for dinner. Oh and one of the builders broke his thumb under a hammer, but you probably know that," he says, wincing when you adjust the rag on his cut.

"Anything that isn't expected," you ask, emphasizing the word. While your dabbing the cloth, you look up at him, wondering what he was thinking about as he stared out into space.

When you see that he's returning your gaze with a sweet smile, you look back down at his chest.

"Uh lets see," he continues as if trying to fill the sudden silence that had come over you two. "Lewis tried out for the track-hoes today, and completely failed," he says with a laugh. His laugh immediately turned to a groan as his face contorted in pain, the muscles in his chest tensing up.

"Shuck, shuck, shuck," you mumble frantically, pulling the rag away and running to get a new one soaked in water. You jump back into your seat, and ring the rag out over the gash, washing away the original disinfectant.

You watch Newts face relax and his body loosens. You sigh in relief, glad your done putting your hands on your best friends chest. The thought made your eyes go wide, and your cheeks turned red for the millionth time in ten minutes.

"Thanks," you hear him say, causing you to look up at him with a confused look.

"For what," you ask.

"For helpin me," he says, looking into your eyes with an emotion you couldn't quite figure out.

"Oh. Well it's just my job as a medjack," you say with a small smile at him. He stares at you intently, causing you to look down at your lap, biting your lip. "Um- well I'm gonna go ahead and recommend you stay on bedrest until tomorrow morning. I'll come check on you, then you should be good to go," you say, wondering how you were supposed to finish the conversation with Newt staring at you like that.

You just sit there for a minute, wondering what to do, when he speaks up again.

"You're so beautiful (Y/n)," he says in a sincere tone, not like the flirty way he was talking before. You look up at him, already knowing what he was trying to do. He reached a hand up to your face, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, then cupping your cheek. He's still looking at you, but now you can read the expression in his eyes to be a loving one.

Taking a deep breath, you reach a hand up to the cheek his hand is on. You gently take his hand in yours, and pull it away, bring them both down to rest in your lap. A small smile forms on your face as you stare down at your interlocked fingers, feeling his eyes boring a hole into your head. You sigh and look up at him shaking your head softly.

"We can't do this," you whisper, your heart breaking as you watch the frown form on his face.

"Why do you keep saying that (Y/n)," he asks in a desperate but confused tone. "I've been here this whole time, and I've told you that I don't care that we're stuck in this place. So I don't know why your saying we, cause it's just you," he explains to you. He's not angry, but he's obviously trying to get you to understand where he's coming from.

"Ok fine then I can't do this," you exclaim, dropping his hand.

His eyes don't leave yours as his expression turns to an understanding one. For a second time he reaches his hand up, cupping your cheek again. You didn't even try pulling his hand away, your body just giving up this fight with him.

"Then I'll do it for you," he whispers before leaning into you, connecting your lips. At first your startled, almost not believing that he was actually kissing you, but eventually your lips move in sync with his. His hands move to the back of your head and your neck, holding your face to his, while yours grip his shoulders.

He breaks away before the kiss can get to heated, leaning his forehead on yours. "You still think we can't do it," he asks in a breathy tone, looking you in the eyes.

You giggle at him, closing your eyes, and focusing on what just happened. Your best friend and crush just kissed you. Ya you had said you didn't want this, but now you were realizing that was just what you wanted to believe, not what was actually true. You smile again, your forehead still against his, when you tilt your head up, connecting your lips for a second time. Thankfully he took this as his answer, and started kissing you fervently.

When you two were done kissing; out of breath and exhausted; you walk to the counter, for real putting the supplies away for the night. You turn around and walk back over to him, and sit down on the stool. You realize that he had somehow fallen asleep in the two minutes it took you to walk to the counter and back, telling you how tired he really must have been.

You smile at his sleeping body, realizing just how peaceful he looked compared to his normally very tense and strict looking figure. The look just made you fall in love with him even more. You take a deep breath, deciding that you would stay with him for the night, not wanting to leave him. You take his hand in your smaller one, and rest your head down on your arms on the cot. You tilt your head to the side so you have a full view of his face, wondering what he might be dreaming about. I guess this is a medjacks problems, you think to yourself, smiling when you realize this was both the hardest and easiest injury you had ever fixed.

With that last though, you drift off to sleep, falling into a world of your own dreams.

Hey hey hey! What up my fellow shanks! I hope you guys enjoyed reading this OneShot, cause I know I loved writing it. This is probably one of my second or third favorites of all the ones I've ever written, so Please comment what you think, and send requests! As you can tell I'm having to take inspiration from the internet, and I'm running out of ideas to use!
Anyways peace out. I love you all so so so much, and please stay happy and healthy!

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