Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw- It's You
Another normal day on base was just starting to wind down when I got done with my clinics. Well, as normal as a day on base can be. I was just punching out when Phoenix came jogging up to me, still in uniform.
"(Y/N, it's Rooster. He needs your help, they're bringing him in to the clinic soon."
"What happened?" I started opening up the doors right away.
"He was training with Mav, it went sideways... You know how it is. He spun out of control for a minute, hit his head and knee pretty bad."
The stretcher came in right as I finished setting up. Rooster was conscious but barely so, muttering incoherently right until he saw me.
"(Y/N)? You got off at 7, didn't you?"
Pushing aside the butterflies I got from him remembering my shift, I started checking him over for serious injuries. Thankfully, it was nothing major except some bruised ribs and a nasty lump on the back of his head.
Some time later, I was about to nod off in the shitty hospital chair when he stirred awake.
"Training got intense and I saved your ass like I always do," I winked.
"I don't know what I'd do without you," he suddenly had a serious look in his eyes.
"Find some other pretty doctor to hit on, I'm sure." It's true, Rooster and I always had a flirty equation, but it never really went beyond that. Bradley was... Bradley, and I found the only way to keep my sanity was to not read too much into his side grins, or constant touching, or all the times he stayed up late through my night shifts, or...
But now? That look was hard to ignore.
"Out with it, Roos," I sighed.
"Am I misreading this?" Seeing my look of confusion, he continued, "You'll smile and laugh when I hit on you, and then go back to not giving me the time of the day in front of the team. Sometimes you'll let me hold your hands, and other times you won't even late me stare at you for too long without calling me out about it."
"Roos, I didn't think you meant anything by all that..."
"Well, I meant a lot by those things!" Suddenly he was standing in front of me with fire in his eyes, his hands on my shoulders. "It's you I always want to see, it's you I hold doors open for, it's you I watch out for at the Hard Deck... it's you that I come back to."
He started swaying on his feet, so I pushed him back on the stretcher. "How about this, Bradley? You stay out of trouble for two weeks, you give those ribs some rest, and I'll let you take me out to dinner."
His smile in that moment could outdo the Sun itself.
(A/N): A lazy small post to celebrate my comeback after... 5 years? 6? Whew, time flies! Requests are open, I'll be updating my masterlist and which all fandoms I write for soon! :)
