[fic, BTR] Sidekicks Are A Liability
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rensahannouTitle: Sidekicks Are A Liability
Disclaimer: Still not my boys, although I kind of love them like they were.
Pairings/Characters: James/Logan (pre-slash)
Rating: PG
Word Count: a little under 1,000
Warnings: SUPERHEROES
Summary: Bandana Man and The Surgeon prepare for their first night of fighting crime together.
Author's Notes: Written for Trick Or Drabble 2011. Okay I'm paraphrasing but![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spacematadors wanted A/U with Bandana Man getting hurt, Logan helping him and then eventually becoming his sidekick, The Surgeon. This was something totally new for me but uh, it was a lot of fun to write. ♥
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"Do you have to do that so…seductively?"
"What?" Logan looked up, eyebrow raised. "I'm just putting on a glove."
James shrugged slightly, gaze still fixated on Logan's hand. "Yeah, but it's…distracting."
Logan sighed. "Look, you're the one who wanted me to do this, if I'm going to be a distraction or whatever then—"
"No!" James interrupted, eyes meeting Logan's. "It's okay. You're coming with me."
"Okay, then can I put the rest of this ridiculous costume on in peace?"
"Yeah, sure," James said, turning away before he muttered under his breath, "And it's not ridiculous, it's hot."
Honestly, James wasn't sure this was such a good idea, having Logan join him in his crime-fighting. The guy was going to be a distraction, there was no getting around that. But at this point, not having him there would probably be even more of a distraction.
None of it was supposed to happen. James—well, Bandana Man, rather—wasn't supposed to get hurt. He wasn't supposed to be taken care of by some hot med school student. He really wasn't supposed to let Logan in the way he had during that long-ass recovery period, allowing the young genius to lecture him on how he really shouldn't be out there alone all the time and then deciding somewhere along the way that he wouldn't be alone anymore. He would have Logan.
Logan was not as enthusiastic about this idea as James had hoped, but James was persistent. Once he was far enough along in his recovery he got Logan to train with him, discovering there was a quite capable—and by capable, James mostly meant athletic and well-built, but also really really hot—body buried under those sweater-vests and pocket protectors.
And Logan had ideas about everything to do with being a superhero, especially about how to utilize technology for crime-fighting and James didn't really understand most of it but he let Logan run with it, giving him whatever he needed to build crazy gadgets that James couldn't help getting excited over.
So James wasn't really sure whether it was because Logan secretly thought being a superhero sounded awesome, or if it was just that he wanted to make sure James didn't screw up and get himself hurt again—he would take either one, preferably whichever also included the possibility that Logan wanted to rip all those bandanas away and have his way with James after they'd saved the world together—but somehow they had ended up here. Here, with James sneaking glances at Logan as he put the finishing touches on his costume before they headed out together for the first time.
"You ready?" James asked.
"I guess," Logan—well, The Surgeon, now—sighed. "But um, James?" James cocked an eyebrow at him, and Logan rolled his eyes. "Bandana Man?"
"Yes?"
"I don't…if I really will be a distraction, I don't think…I don't want you to get hurt again, okay? Especially not because of me. I mean, I don't even know what I'm doing…"
"You'll learn," James said, grinning. "We'll start off small, and you'll learn. You are a genius, after all. And I won't let anything happen to you, okay?"
It was hard to tell with the surgical mask covering his face but James could've sworn Logan was blushing. "Just don't let anything happen to you either. Your injuries are healed, but that doesn't mean you can go crazy yet. As long as we both get back here in one piece I'll consider the night a success."
"Hmm," James said non-committally. He had his own ideas for a successful night, all of which involved either taking down punks or Logan ending up in way less clothing and most of which involved both.
"I mean it James, play it safe tonight. If not for your own sake then for mine." He was raising an eyebrow at James, trying to look reprimanding, but there was a nervousness there James couldn't ignore.
"Got it," James said with a nod, smiling in a reassuring sort of way. "This is mostly a training run, so we'll take it easy. But watch the name, dude. In here it's fine, but out there…"
"I know. I'll be careful. And hopefully remember to respond to my own silly name."
"Hey, you picked it out. And it's cool. The Surgeon. Makes you sound hot. Or I could just call you 'doc'?"
There it was again, that maybe-blush. You are so going to be a distraction, my hot young future-doctor friend, James thought. But going out alone, after the weeks and weeks of having Logan at his side nearly constantly, just seemed…wrong. Like something James sort of never wanted to face again.
"Whatever, let's just do this." Logan turned away, slipping on his sunglasses and squaring his shoulders.
James walked up behind him, setting a hand on his shoulder. The adrenaline was already starting to rush through James and damn, he had missed this feeling. This was where he needed to be, and distraction or no he didn't want Logan anywhere else in the world but right here, right next to him.
"Well, sidekick—"
"Partner," Logan corrected.
"Doc," James said, trying not to smile, his voice deep as he leaned down, squeezing Logan's shoulder slightly. "Let's go kick some ass."
Disclaimer: Still not my boys, although I kind of love them like they were.
Pairings/Characters: James/Logan (pre-slash)
Rating: PG
Word Count: a little under 1,000
Warnings: SUPERHEROES
Summary: Bandana Man and The Surgeon prepare for their first night of fighting crime together.
Author's Notes: Written for Trick Or Drabble 2011. Okay I'm paraphrasing but
spacematadors wanted A/U with Bandana Man getting hurt, Logan helping him and then eventually becoming his sidekick, The Surgeon. This was something totally new for me but uh, it was a lot of fun to write. ♥——
"Do you have to do that so…seductively?"
"What?" Logan looked up, eyebrow raised. "I'm just putting on a glove."
James shrugged slightly, gaze still fixated on Logan's hand. "Yeah, but it's…distracting."
Logan sighed. "Look, you're the one who wanted me to do this, if I'm going to be a distraction or whatever then—"
"No!" James interrupted, eyes meeting Logan's. "It's okay. You're coming with me."
"Okay, then can I put the rest of this ridiculous costume on in peace?"
"Yeah, sure," James said, turning away before he muttered under his breath, "And it's not ridiculous, it's hot."
Honestly, James wasn't sure this was such a good idea, having Logan join him in his crime-fighting. The guy was going to be a distraction, there was no getting around that. But at this point, not having him there would probably be even more of a distraction.
None of it was supposed to happen. James—well, Bandana Man, rather—wasn't supposed to get hurt. He wasn't supposed to be taken care of by some hot med school student. He really wasn't supposed to let Logan in the way he had during that long-ass recovery period, allowing the young genius to lecture him on how he really shouldn't be out there alone all the time and then deciding somewhere along the way that he wouldn't be alone anymore. He would have Logan.
Logan was not as enthusiastic about this idea as James had hoped, but James was persistent. Once he was far enough along in his recovery he got Logan to train with him, discovering there was a quite capable—and by capable, James mostly meant athletic and well-built, but also really really hot—body buried under those sweater-vests and pocket protectors.
And Logan had ideas about everything to do with being a superhero, especially about how to utilize technology for crime-fighting and James didn't really understand most of it but he let Logan run with it, giving him whatever he needed to build crazy gadgets that James couldn't help getting excited over.
So James wasn't really sure whether it was because Logan secretly thought being a superhero sounded awesome, or if it was just that he wanted to make sure James didn't screw up and get himself hurt again—he would take either one, preferably whichever also included the possibility that Logan wanted to rip all those bandanas away and have his way with James after they'd saved the world together—but somehow they had ended up here. Here, with James sneaking glances at Logan as he put the finishing touches on his costume before they headed out together for the first time.
"You ready?" James asked.
"I guess," Logan—well, The Surgeon, now—sighed. "But um, James?" James cocked an eyebrow at him, and Logan rolled his eyes. "Bandana Man?"
"Yes?"
"I don't…if I really will be a distraction, I don't think…I don't want you to get hurt again, okay? Especially not because of me. I mean, I don't even know what I'm doing…"
"You'll learn," James said, grinning. "We'll start off small, and you'll learn. You are a genius, after all. And I won't let anything happen to you, okay?"
It was hard to tell with the surgical mask covering his face but James could've sworn Logan was blushing. "Just don't let anything happen to you either. Your injuries are healed, but that doesn't mean you can go crazy yet. As long as we both get back here in one piece I'll consider the night a success."
"Hmm," James said non-committally. He had his own ideas for a successful night, all of which involved either taking down punks or Logan ending up in way less clothing and most of which involved both.
"I mean it James, play it safe tonight. If not for your own sake then for mine." He was raising an eyebrow at James, trying to look reprimanding, but there was a nervousness there James couldn't ignore.
"Got it," James said with a nod, smiling in a reassuring sort of way. "This is mostly a training run, so we'll take it easy. But watch the name, dude. In here it's fine, but out there…"
"I know. I'll be careful. And hopefully remember to respond to my own silly name."
"Hey, you picked it out. And it's cool. The Surgeon. Makes you sound hot. Or I could just call you 'doc'?"
There it was again, that maybe-blush. You are so going to be a distraction, my hot young future-doctor friend, James thought. But going out alone, after the weeks and weeks of having Logan at his side nearly constantly, just seemed…wrong. Like something James sort of never wanted to face again.
"Whatever, let's just do this." Logan turned away, slipping on his sunglasses and squaring his shoulders.
James walked up behind him, setting a hand on his shoulder. The adrenaline was already starting to rush through James and damn, he had missed this feeling. This was where he needed to be, and distraction or no he didn't want Logan anywhere else in the world but right here, right next to him.
"Well, sidekick—"
"Partner," Logan corrected.
"Doc," James said, trying not to smile, his voice deep as he leaned down, squeezing Logan's shoulder slightly. "Let's go kick some ass."
