For @narcosfandomdiscord's Day of Support: "I got you."
Warnings: 18+, canon-typical chaos
Word Count: 536
A/N: This is just a fun little something because I like putting these two in a room together.
Nave Taglist (since i know the little creature man isn't for everyone sksksk): @garbinge @proceduralpassion @ashlingnarcos @narcolini @hausofmamadas @cositapreciosa @artemiseamoon
Jorge prided himself on being the type of person who never owed anyone anything. He made a habit of clearing his metaphorical debts quickly, or just never accumulating them at all. It made his life easier that way. The last thing he needed in his line of work was owing more than what was already expected of him. He tried to make sure that he was the person that people owed favors to.
All of that to say, for a man who tried not to owe anyone anything, he certainly never wanted to be in the position of owing Navegante of all people. And to be in the unique set of circumstances where he now owed Navegante his life? It was about as far from his preferred track as he could’ve landed even if he was trying.
For all of Navegante’s quirks, he did have a habit of being in the right place at the right time to at least serve himself if nothing else. That, and the man seemed to be able to get in and out of bed with some of the most dangerous people in the world and he was still walking around in one piece. Jorge would never admit it out loud, but in his head he had to admit that that was the kind of person you at least wanted on your side.
When Navegante referred to them as friends it felt like a bit of a stretch, but Jorge didn’t have it in him to tell the man that he was wrong. His timing was impeccable, as per usual. It had only been about twenty-four hours since Navegante dubbed them as pals when Jorge found himself in desperate need of a friend, or at least someone who didn’t want him dead.
He arrived with a symphony of screeching tires and gunfire. Stopping the car, he leaned over and opened the passenger side door for Jorge to get in. The smile on his face didn’t at all fit the chaotic scene unfolding around him, but it fit Navegante perfectly.
Jorge was scrambling into the car, his brain too wrapped up in what was going on around them to truly process and appreciate whatever humorous remark Navegante said when he was yanking the door shut. Not that it mattered to the man behind the wheel, who was laughing at himself plenty.
“No te preocupes, ah?” Navegante said as he pressed down on the gas and sped off, completely unperturbed by the bullets hitting his back windshield. “I got you.”
Jorge felt like he was still filled with enough adrenaline to send him into cardiac arrest, meanwhile Navegante had the same look on his face someone else might have when they were setting off for a Sunday drive. He didn’t have it in him to say anything, but even so, he didn’t know how much he was truly comforted by the notion of Navegante being the person who had his back. At least he was the only one who seemed uncertain about it. He’d figure out how to pay off that debt later, because he had a feeling he was going to have to be more creative than he’d been in the past.
