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Ao3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/53768371/chapters/136175581#workskin

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Medkit woke, dreading the day. He had to come clean to Subspace about everything. He doesn't exactly know why he has to, he had tried to explain it years before, but Subspace thought he himself was the problem, lashing out at Medkit in anger. He hated confrontations and other sappy emotion filled talks like this, but it had to be done. Sighing, Medkit climbed out of bed, dressing himself for the day. Looking in the mirror, he stared at his eyebags. He had barely been able to sleep for the past month. Perhaps he developed some sort of insomnia. 'The only night I slept well recent was when..' Medkit quickly pushed the thought away.

Taking out his phone, he texted Sword.

>I'm going to talk to him about it later today. I should have picked an earlier time, I won't last until 9pm with this dread in my stomach.

Sword replied nearly instantly.

>>aww its ok med!! i know itll go smoothly, u have nothing to worry abt!!
>>me and rocket r abt to go and get sum food, do u wanna come
>Right now?
>>ya
>Which place?
>>i dunno! we havent figured that out yet
>I'll pass, thanks for the offer Sword, but I just woke up and don't feel like eating.
>>ok!

Putting his phone down, Medkit stretched his back. Getting back in bed, he decided he didn't need to get up yet, grabbing his book from his nightstand, beginning to read.

The doctor seemed to lose himself in his book, soon finishing the entire 32 chapters. Looking at the time he realized it was alredy 5pm. It's not totally surprising since he did sleepin fairly late, but he hasn't even eaten today! Silently cursing at himself, finally feeling the emptiness of his stomach, he gets out of bed, slugging to the kitchen. He grabs some bread and bites down on it, chewing. Plain bread.

Medkit eats a few slices of plain bread before getting a glass of water, chugging it. Remembering the plans he has later, the doctor groans."Is it too late to back out.." He mumbles to himself, walking back to his room to grab his phone. Turning it on, he notices he has 3 unread messages. Clicking on the first one, it's from Sword.

>>zuka says hi :3
sent 3:56pm

Medkit quickly replies back, despite being over an hour late.

>Tell him I said hello back. Apologies for the late reply, I had lost myself in my book.

Now opening his other messages, he realized both were from Subspace. Stomach churning, he opens the messages.

>>Are you still on for 9?
>>Just wanted to double check with you Meddy~ >_<
sent 4:41pm

Medkit groans, desperately wanting to reschedule.

>Yes, be here at 9.

"I regret this already. I regret everything." Medkit speaks aloud to himself. "Ughh.." He groans, walking into his living room, laying face down on the couch. "Maybe I should ask him to come sooner. I don't like waiting this long." He quickly sends a message.

>Actually, do you think you'd be able to come any sooner than 9? I'm not a fan of sitting around and waiting.

Subspace replies rather quickly.

>>Sure Meddy <3 anything for you~
>>I have a phight at 6, I can try to get there around 7, given that I'm not too sore!
>I'll go watch your phight, it'll be quicker if you need to see a medic after the phight.
>>Aww, coming to cheer me on?~ <3 you're so sweeet Meddy!!
>Shut up.

And with that, Medkit gets up. "Might as well go get ready." He mumbles, checking the time which is 5:23pm. Leaving his phone on the couch, he goes to shower and fix himself up.

--♡--

It's now 6:05 and Medkit has reached the phighting location. He's a few minutes late, but Subspace should be lucky he came at all. Since it was the first phight of the month, it was located at the arena with seating for the audience. There wasn't many people today surprisingly, usually it's packed.

Taking a seat near the front exit, Medkit looked at a screen presenting the phighters and scores. Subspace was on the red team, winning by 2 points already. Getting comfortable, he waited for the phight to end.

The phight didn't last terribly long, having no overtime thankfully. Throughout the phight, the arena was filled with yells from the phighters and cheering from the audience. Medkit found himself perking up every time he heard Subspace yell a command at Biograft, or use his phinisher. He found himself pleased whenever Subspace's phinisher had gotten them a team kill. The pink demon's team won, 26-20.

Waiting by the exit where the exghausted phighters would leave the arena, Medkit spotted Subspace at the back, a Biograft following him closely. Both were scuffed up, the robot being dirty and scraped, while Subspace himself was covered in bruises. He had one particularlly bad scratch on his arm.

Medkit suddenly felt a hug wrap around him, tearing his attention from Subspace. "Hi Med!" Sword said cheerfully. "I didn't know you'd be watching!" Medkit had completely forgotten Sword was going to be participating. "I didn't either, but I thought it would be better to get my.. situation.. over with right after this phight." Medkit replied, jerking his head towards the Subspace who was wiping off his Biograft beside the door. Sword had been on the losing team, but he was still cheerful despite it.

"Ohh! Okay! Rocket is waiting for me outside, he never comes in here after his.. you know." Sword was referencing to the event Rocket lost his arm and leg. Medkit nodded in understanding. "Cya Med!" Sword takes his leave, basically running out of the door like an excited child to go see his 'best friend.'

Turning his attention back to the Subspace who was still fussing over his robot, he approached. "Hey." He said casually, seeing Subspace jump at his voice. "Hi." The scientist replied, turning his attention back to his creation. "When will you be ready to go?" Medkit asks, being a bit rushy. "I haven't finished cleaning him yet! Biograft basically got us the win, I want him to look perfect." Subspace snaps. His loud voice, full of ego and pride was back. "Well hurry up." Medkit sits down on a nearby bench, waiting. He takes out a few crystals from his pocket, tossing them at the ground below the scientist's feet. They break on impact, healing the demon's wounds.

After around 10 minutes of waiting, the pink demon was done. He made Biograft all nice and shiny for the public to see. Beaming with pride, he turned to Medkit who was scrolling on his phone. "Done!" He chimed, making the doctor look up from his phone. "Finally. Come on, I'll take you to my house and drop you off in front of Blackrock later." He stands, leading the way out of the arena, Subspace and his Biograft following closely behind.

Soon reaching the car, Medkit looks at Subspace. "You can put your Bio in the backseat, I guess." He opens the back door, watching as the demon shoves his creation in the back, taking much care of it. Once Subspace backs away, Medkit shuts the door and opens the passenger seat for him. "You're such a gentleman, Meddy~" Subspace teases, getting in. Medkit rolls his eye and shuts the door, getting in the drivers seat himself.

Starting to drive, Subspace quickly take out his phone, rapidly texting someone. Medkit peers over. "Who you textin'?" He asks casually. "Just my brother, I didn't tell him we changed plans." Subspace answers, looking over at Medkit. "He's still protective over you?" The doctor questions, Subspace nodding in reply. "Yeah, it's been just me and him for years afterall. Just because I got older doesn't mean his priorities change." Subspace puts his phone away, looking around the medic's car.

"Snoop." Medkit comments, watching him as he drives. "You invited me here!" Subspace defends himself, looking in the glovebox, It was full of napkins. "Weirdo," he shuts the glovebox.

Eventually reaching Medkit's house, the doctor gets out the car, walking over and opening the door for Subspace. He was used to treating his guests like this, Subspace wasn't any different. "Aww, thank you Meddy!" Subspace coos, a grin obviously plastered across his face below his mask. Medkit rolls his eye, grabbing Subspace's shoulder and leading him inside the house.

"So..." Subspace starts awkwardly, sitting on the couch. He waits for Medkit to give him the answers he so desperately wants. "I'm waiting." He rushes, Medkit sitting down beside him.

"Yes, I know you are. Which part do you want me to start at?" Medkit asks. The two are awfully close, facing eachother on the couch, their breaths almost intermingled. "The part where you said I was the only one keeping you at Blackrock!" Subspace answers, taking off his mask to scratch at the rot of his cheeks.

"Wait." Medkit got up, walking into another room. Subspace stiffled a sigh of annoyance, watching as the doctor soon came back with that same cold sludge. "Here, I'll give you this. It'll help with your rotting problem." Medkit informs, scooping a bit with his hand and putting it on Subspace's face. "Take your shirt off, I know there's rot on your chest too." He orders.

"Are you sure you just don't wanna see me shirtless?~" Subsapace teases, taking off his shirt as Medkit scowls, putting the substance on his chest. "Shut up, Subspace Tripmine." He full names the scientist who keeps twitching from the cold as Medkit tries to rub the substance in.

"Can you answer now? Start from the part you said I was the only one keeping you at Blackrock." Subspace chimes, eyeing the medic. Medkit's face warms a bit, a light blush across his cheeks. "Straight to the point I see." He sighs, "well, you always knew I hated Blackrock, right? I hated everything about that damned place, and I still do. I only stayed there for all those years because you made everything better in my eyes." He explains, not being able to keep eye contact with the scientist.

"So you liked me?" He asks bluntly, scooting ever so slightly towards Medkit. "Y-Yes, I did." Medkit stutters slightly. "So why did you always fight with me about my creations?" The scientist asks, his gaze burning into the doctor's head. "Because most of them ended up hurting you, Sub. I mean, just look at you now! Your body is decomposing with you still in it." Medkit's tone is the same he'd use when lecturing a child. He has turned to face Subspace now, staring into his unblinking eye. "So?" "SO you're KILLING yourself, Subspace! You were my entire world back then, the only thing I wanted to do was to keep you safe, and you were slowly killing yourself while I could do nothing about it." Medkit's eye seems to be full of emotion, obviously his view of Subspace hasn't changed much.

"I tried to tell you that I wanted to keep our friendship intact when I was leaving Blackrock, and that for you I'd do anything, but you only heard it as me leaving you." Medkit sighs, leaning on the back of the couch. "I tried everything I could to get you to see it my way. We both know I couldn't stay there watching you slowly kill yourself over time."

"I'm sorry." Subspace mutters. "I guess I didn't really get the whole 'its not you, its this place' gist." He scoots closer to Medkit, their arms now against eachother. "I was just so worried about you leaving me that I started to panic, which made me aggressive and attack you." He leans his head against the shoulder of the medic, his claws fidgetting in his lap,a common nervous habit he's had since forever. "You were the only person I had other than my brother, I relied on you for almost everything. I guess I also can admit I had feelings for you too." A slight blush creeps across Subspace's face as he admits it. "Hyperlaser said it was obvious and didn't know how you didn't get the hint."

Medkit smiles a bit. "Guess we were both a bit wrong. I should have tried to calm you down instead of lashing back." Using his free arm to pry off one set of Subspace's claws, he intertwines his fingers with the pink demon's. Subspace presses himself against Medkit, desperate for any touch he can get from him.

Subspace quickly moves to hug Medkit, tears dripping down his cheek. "I missed you, Medkit." He admits, silently crying into the medic's shirt with an occasonial sniffle.

"I missed you too, Subspace." Medkit hugs the scientist back, pulling him close. He never wanted to let go again, fearing that he could slip away at any moment. "I worry about you, y'know. I always have, even when we were fighting." Medkit started, starting to run his fingers through Subspace's hair.

"I kind of thought that. I always noticed your aim getting significantlly worse aiming at me in phights." Subspace chuckled through a sniffle, resting his head under Medkit's chin. It felt natrual for them to be this close, as if their bodies fit like a perfect puzzle.

"When was the last time you ate?" Medkit suddenly asks, feeling the ribs along Subspace's exposed torso as his hand wanders. "Uh, Shuriken gave me some cookies yesterday, I ate a few then." Subspace replies lifiting his head to gaze into Medkit's eye. He had stopped crying by now. "No wonder you're so thin. I'll make you some food whenever you decide to get off of me." Medkit says, pressing his forehead against Subspace's. "That won't be any time soon." Subspace giggles, now sitting ontop of Medkit to hug him. Medkit didn't mind, he enjoyed the comfort it brought him.

--♡--

By now it was night. Medkit and Subspace were curled up in bed together, having just finished their meal. Subspace was rambling about everything Medkit had missed over the past years, his head leaning on the doctor's chest, arms wrapped around him. Medkit listened silently, his arm wrapped around Subspace's waist in return. They enjoyed each other's embrace, neither realizing how touch starved they had both been. They already decided Subspace will stay the night, the excuse being Medkit didn't want to drive, but in reality neither wanted to leave each other's side.

"Subspace?" Medkit broke his silence, pulling Subspace slightly closer as if the man's entire body wasn't pressed up against his already. "Yeah? What is it?" The scientist replied, curiousity beaming in his eye.

"Are you free tomorrow?" He asks, a nervous flicker of the crystal between his horns being the only indication of his butterflies. "I have a bit of coding left to do on Biograft, but I can get that done in around two hours, depending on when I get there." Subspace replies. "Why? Asking me on a date?" He teases, smirking against the medic's skin.

"Yeah, actually. I am. Subspace will you go to dinner with me tomorrow?" Medkit asks, thankful that the room is dark and Subspace can't see his blushing face. "O-Oh. Sure, yes, I'd be more than happy to go on a date with you, Medkit." Subspace's smile grows as he snuggles himself deeper into the chest of the enemy he used to loathe. "Then it's settled. I'll pick you up at 8?" Medkit asks to confirm, his grip on the demon tightening.

"Yeah, 8s fine." Subspace lifts his head up to kiss the jaw of the medic, the two falling into a comfortable silence as they cuddle.

"I love you, Subspace."
"I love you too, Medkit."

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