Catarina (catdevigri) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2009-06-10 12:51:00 |
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Not Insured (Original: Navigator, Ringo/Julian)
Title: Not Insured
Author: catdevigri
Fandom: Original (Navigator)
Pairing/characters: Ringo Terauchi/Julian Jet
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: just some sexual implications.
Author's comment: I couldn't see myself writing this with Julian owing Ringo, but when I swapped their positions in this prompt, I just knew it would be a laugh!
Prompt/challenge you're answering: Ringo owes Julian, and uses sex as an alternative form of payment
"There you are, good as new," Julian patted Ringo's arm gently.
Ringo winced. Whatever this crazy doctor said, his arm was still a bit tender. After all, he'd just lasered up a pretty nasty cut. Although the skin had closed over the wound, the paid did not dull instantly. "Yeah, thanks, Doctor." Ringo stood up and stretched, flexing his fingers slowly, testing to see that everything below the injury was still in working order. Looking good! "So I guess I'll be off then," the wandering pilot headed toward the infirmary door, ready to get back to his usual business of hanging around and pestering the official crew members.
"Wait up, Ringo," Julian called after him, setting his laser tool down on the counter, and boring his yellow eyes deep into the back of Ringo's head.
Ringo turned sheepishly and avoided looking the other man directly in the eyes. Julian was a much more threatening man than he himself realized. "Wh-what is it, Doctor?"
"You're not officially a member of this crew, Ringo. Which means you owe me for this treatment, just like any other civilian I treated would."
Ringo figured he must enjoy bringing it up because of the way he smirked. "Heh heh," he chuckled nervously, "How much does it cost? 'Cuz, you know I'm not exactly loaded here."
"Do you have any sort of national insurance?" Julian half-closed eyes implied a good deal of skepticism, but he was still going to go through the formalities, bringing up a standard payment form on his handheld device. "Or maybe a guy like you who's always looking for trouble has some extra personal insurance of his own?"
"Err," Ringo pawed at his jacket, feeling the pockets both inside and out for a government-issued insurance card he knew he was not carrying. Honestly, he didn't even remember having one. His mom probably still had it back home, afraid he'd lose it- and with good reason, if the multitude of other things he'd lost or destroyed in his life was any indication.
Julian sighed. As he'd suspected. "How much cash do you have?"
Ringo's wallet was thin and worn from long years of use. He picked into it. A meager eighteen dollars. "I don't think I can cover it," he admitted, feeling like a terrible idiot.
The handheld device was returned to the counter with a metallic clink. "Then you're going to have to pay with your body," the doctor stated cooly, leaning back against the counter. He looked at Ringo for a moment, then let his eyes wander away to other parts of the infirmary as though he were seeking something in a less than urgent manner.
Ringo took a deep breath. There was no mistaking what he'd heard. And he really could think of no other way to cover the cost of his treatment. He pulled off his jacket and tossed it onto the empty examination table. Then he began to pull his shirt over his head.
"Wh-what are you doing?!" Julian stuttered, scrambling to make the rogue pilot stop disrobing.
"Well, how exactly do you want me to pay with my body?" Ringo inquired quite seriously.
"With manual labor!" the pale man insisted, "Infirmary assistance!! Not that!" he stressed the point, "Definitely not anything like that!!!!"
Ringo let go of the edge of his shirt, allowing it to fall back down to cover his stomach. "Sure, sure, whatever you want me to do, Doc."
"Augh, what a terrible misunderstanding," Julian groaned. It already looked like having Ringo assist him might be more trouble than it was worth.