Rating: All Ages
Author's summary: Hex + nursing = Ace in big trouble.
Characters/Pairings: Hex, Ace
Word Count: ~2,600 words
Recced because: Absolutely adorable audio!fic; this is set just after Live 34, but it stands alone very well, in case you haven't heard it. Ace and Hex are both perfectly in character, with wonderfully crackling dialogue. Hex nurses Ace, and for better or worse she lets him; the story has just a hint of shippiness lurking underneath, but really is about friendship and love, in all its forms. With some great lines, such as Ace snarking about Hex's propensity to take pulses with "Are you sure it's not just because you always had a secret desire to prop young women up with pillows and feel up their wrists?", discussions about responsibility, getting to see Hex perform and be utterly excellent at his job, and Ace's repeated desire to throw an alarm clock at Hex's head, the characters are lovingly rendered and this is just a complete joy to read.
Hex stood up and walked around Ace’s bed, untucking all the covers. “So if you get restless you can shift about a bit,” he explained when she looked puzzled at him. “Don’t want you ripping any of your stitches or bruising yourself further, do we?”
“You’re really good at this,” Ace said.
She saw the blush suffuse Hex’s face, and he looked away as he gently tugged at the particularly stubborn bottom right corner of the sheet. He finished his work in silence and straightened, still not quite meeting Ace’s eye. He hadn’t really met her eye much at all in the past few hours, since helping her leave the crowd and getting her through the A&E the Doctor landed them at. The doctors there had wanted her to stay at least overnight for observation, if not longer; Ace had insisted on leaving, and the Doctor had agreed with her. Hex had, oddly, kept his opinion to himself, but he had been the one to hand her her new pair of crutches.
“Right, then,” Hex said. “D’you want anything to eat or anything? I’ll leave the water by your bed–I could get you a book or something if you’re not tired yet? I don’t know how drowsy those pills the Doctor gave me will make you–”
“Don’t go yet,” it was Ace’s turn to interrupt, and she clamped her mouth shut too late. Hex glanced at her, then started smirking. “Damn,” Ace said through gritted teeth, but really she was pleased–at least Hex was finally acting like himself.
“Are you sure you want me to stick around?” Hex asked. “I might not be able to control the urge to nurse you.”