One Shot (Vigilante/Shayera)

"Its a trap! Head back to the javelin!" Shouted Shayera. Shayera, Vixen, and Vigilante were on another mission answering a stress call. But it was a trick. Just like the last time. The blasters were fired as they ran back to the javelin. Vigilante shot randomly and got hit in his side. He ignored it and the flew off.

They were about ten minutes to Watch Tower when he couldn't handle the pain anymore. He groaned and tried to stand to get the first aid. "You ok cowboy?" Asked Vixen. He groaned and fainted.

"Vig?! VIG!" Screamed Shayera. Vigilante passed out as they made it back to the Watch Tower. "Vixen! Tell John we need medical help!" Shayera commanded. As they entered the javilen bay medical staff was waiting. They grabbed the cowboy and rushed him to the medical bay.

"Mari!" Green Latern called. Vixen rushed to him. "Are you alright?!". "I'm fine boo. Just a little shaken up.". Shayera heart twinged in pain. She knew that she had to move on.

Shayera waited outside of the door in the medical bay. She waited patiently and impatiently. She needed to know if he would be ok. Vig was an important person to Shayera. She remembered what happened a few months before.

She was sitting in the cafeteria alone with a cup of black coffee. "What ye doing here all by yer lonesome?" Asked a thick southern accent. She looks up and sees Vigilante on crutches. She looks away. "Please...if you are here to say that you don't trust me, I understand. Nobody does." She said looking at her coffee. Vigilante sat down. "What makes yeh say that?" He asks.

"I'm a hawk. You said so yourself how can I trust you on our mission. And I know its true. Most of the league doesn't trust me. Some members hate me." She said looking at him. "Listen. I'm sorry that I said those harsh words back there.  I was confused and scared. But I trust yeh." Vigilante said kindly.

"Thanks Vig." She said softly. "No problem. And if yeh ever need a friend, yeh know where to find me." He said grabbing her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. She smiled and looked at him. "Its good to have a friend for once." She said softly.

"He's awake and asking for you." Said one of the medical staff. She got up and walk inside. He was sitting and still had his hat, boots, bandana, white pants, and was slowly putting his blue shirt back on. She stood in the doorway for a minute before he noticed her.

"Howdy darling'!" He said in his southern accent. "Hey Vig." She said shyly. He notioned her to take a seat. She walk up and sat down in a chair next to him. "Vig, I'm...I'm so sorry! I should of known it was a trap!" Shayera said putting her hands in her face. Vigilante grabbed her hands.

"Shayera,...look at me." He said gently. Shayera looked up at him."It ain't yer fault." He said gently. "Vigil-". "Its Greg." He said. "Greg...it is my fault. I'm one of them. A hawk. A monster..." She whispered. "Shayera look at me!" He commanded. She looked at him.

"Yer not a monster! Yer a intelligible, funny, strong, fierce, extremely stubborn, beautiful woman." He said cupping her face. Shayera teared up. "If I'm not a monster, then why is it that everyone hates me?" She choked. "C'mere." He said opening his arms. Shayera got out of her seat and sat next to him and started to cry. He wrapped his arms around her slender figure.

"You wouldn't be in here if I didn't let my guard down." She whispered. He rubbed small circles into her shoulders. "It ain't yer fault. Yeh didn't know they would ambush us." He said soothingly. Shayera looked at his midsection and saw a bandage around his waist.

"First you got shot in the shin, now your side, what's next?! And this happened when we are together on a mission. I put people in danger." She said. "Well, I would take a bullet fer yeh. Yer special. At least to me." He says quietly. She sniffled and looked at him.

"I'm what?" She asked. "I said yer special to me." He says looking at her. Shayera looked at him in shock.  She look at his eyes and noticed something. They were blue. A dark blue. "Shayera. I hate seeing yeh cry. I love it when yeh smile. It makes my day. And I love you and yer smile." He said rubbing her cheek.

Shayera blushed. She was shocked, relived, happy, and excited. She felt something for the gun slinger but didn't know how to bring up the topic. "You...you love me?" She asked. The cowboy nodded. "I love you. I didn't know how to tell yeh but, I guess now is better than later." She slowly smiled. "I love you too Vig." She said softly.

He smiled but she didn't know. She slowly reached up and touched the fabric. He grabbed her hand and slowly led her to the knot that was holding the fabric in place. She pulled the fabric loose and it fell. Shayera lips twitched wanting to form a smile. So Vig smiled.

She gave in and let her mouth curl into a smile. He leaned in closer to Shayera and she did the same. They look at each other for a moment before he gently pressed his lips against hers. She was shocked on how soft he was and she returned the kiss. They both pulled back and smiled.

"I love you, Vig- I mean...Greg." She said. He kissed her forehead. "I love yeh too, Shayera. Now, I have a question for yeh." He said. "What?" She asked. "Would yeh go out with me?" He asked. She smiled. "Yes." She said pecking his lips softly.