Requested by 221B-Zoolane

Here comes Frankie!

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It was the usual day in the Glade. Frankie walked back to the Med-jacks hut after seeing Minho and Thomas off. Nothing eventful was happening so she decided to start the inventory of the remaining medical supplies.

Jeff helped her rearrange the supplies while Clint cleaned the room. They were busy working when they heard abrupt knocks coming from the door. Since Clint was nearest, he opened the door and y'all found Frypan standing, clinging his left arm.

She gasped as she saw blood trickling down his shirt. Clint ushered him inside, clicking his tongue in concern. Frypan sat down on the nearest bed and Frankie ran towards him with the medical kit. "What happened?"

Frypan avoided her gaze as he mumbled, "I was trying to chop some veggies when Alby suddenly popped out of nowhere. I was surprised and, yeah."

She nodded and fixed him up while he stared at her the whole time. Frankie knew he was looking at her but decided to ignore it, afraid that her red cheeks will make an appearance since she liked Frypan ever since he cooked for her when she was sick. She was tempted to meet his brown eyes, yet she could not will herself to do it out of embarrassment.

With a final wrap of the bandage, she tapped his hand and smiled at him. "There, all fixed up."

"Thank you, Frankie," he replied and made no move to go out.

She got up and threw the residues of the supplies. She had her back on him when she said, "So, is there anything else you need?"

She heard a laugh coming from him, noticing the shaky tone of his voice as if he was nervous. Rustles came and Frankie turned around to see him standing up. Frypan waved, thanked her for the help, and went out of the hut.

The moment he closed the door, she fell down on her knees, heart beating rapidly as if it wanted to get out of her chest. Clint and Jeff could not help but laugh at the spectacle.

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Fifteen minutes have passed and she was now sitting on an empty bed, lazing around as the two other medjacks cleaned the room. They knew Frankie had an ongoing crush for Frypan and they understood when she was so dazed she could not get her act together.

"Feet up," Jeff ordered as he swept under the bed. She complied, eyes never leaving the ceiling as a heavy sigh escaped her lips.

The room was completely serene when the door burst opened and for the second time that day, Frypan came in. Clint approached him and took a look at the arm he was cradling. "What happened now?"

"I burned my hand," he replied and showed the back of his palm with a nasty burn on it. All three cringed inwardly at the sight.

Jeff waved him over to the newly arranged bed and bumped Frankie's shoulder. She stumbled on your way to Frypan and Clint subtly winked at you, making you giggle a bit. This left Fry confused and he was scowling when you turned your attention to him. He immediately covered it up with a smile and you proceeded on mending his burn.

He went out moments after that.

Clint excused himself and said he got to check on the trackhoes to ask for the herbal medicine they were growing. Jeff folded the clean blankets and you were sitting on one of the beds, exhaustion taking over your body. However, rapid knocks distracted you out of your stupor and you saw Frypan, for the third time that day, limping towards you.

"Seriously?" you asked rhetorically. Exasperated and worried sick for the boy you dragged him to an empty bed and pushed his back. You looked threateningly at Jeff and he got out of the hut with an annoying laugh.

"I was late for making dinner and the pan fell on-"

"Save it, Fry," you said. You seemed murderous and you didn't care. He didn't know how much you hate seeing him here because you were worried sick. The only times you've wanted to see him in the quarters were the times he would be checking up on you or delivering you flowers. Not him injured. Heaven knows you were gonna go bonkers.

You didn't notice his eyes watching you carefully. He regarded the frown on you face, making him want to reach out and cradle you in his arms. He knew you were worried about him and he cursed himself for doing this crazy antics. With a deep breath, he apologized.

"I'm sorry, F."

You faced him. Concern and guilt decorated his face and your heart clench. "Why are you apologizing?"

He mumbled incoherently and you inclined forwards. Your faces were inches away and you willed yourself to swallow the lump in your throat. You felt his breath hitched and you didn't say anything, scared that you might do something stupid. But he was stupid. So he leaned in and closed the gap between the two of you. After a few fleeting seconds, you felt the warm lips against yours and you smiled.

Frypan was kissing you and you couldn't be any happier. Your hands combed his hair while he pulled you closer. You moaned as he licked your lower lip and you arched towards him. It was getting hot until he accidentally touched your waist. You pulled back as if on fire and let out a chuckle as you did so.

"Oh shuck, I'm sorry. I'm ticklish," you told him.

Shaking his head, he grinned mischievously at you and you could not help but give him a peck. "I have a confession to make."

"Okay?" You tilted your head in confusion and sat comfortably beside him. "What is it?"

"I may or may not have been injuring myself purposely to go here..." His voice got quieter with every word. You tried processing his words. He did it. On purpose. All those injuries just to see you. Your heart fluttered.

He smiled sheepishly, and you beamed. He exhaled loudly and that was the time you smack him in the head. He yelped in pain and you punched his shoulder playfully, annoyed that he almost gave you a heart attack three times today. You huffed out angrily and started scolding the boy. "...are you crazy? I was worried sick and you think it's funny to slice your arm just to what? Go here?! You're jacked in the head!"

"I only did that because I like you!" You already knew that much when he kissed you so it wasn't really a good alibi.

"Then you should have went here like a normal person!"

"I don't know how to do that," he admitted. You sighed and squeezed his arm tightly making him gasp.

"Well, for starters, you shucking knock and-"

"Oh shut up and let me kiss you." Was all he said before he captured your mouth once again. And for the most part of the day, the two of you just made out until Alby and Clint had to drag you away to each other.

You were still worried because of his wounds but if you ask Frypan, it was all worth it.

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So, it's done!
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