So, we need more Talon fanfictions, so I've created this oneshot for you, with the ending that Soldier brought us and our wait for Legion, we need something happy to pass the time.

Disclaimer: If I owned Talon, I wouldn't have ended Soldier like that. As it is, I do not, and am not making any profit from writing this.

Riley gritted his teeth. He couldn't speak. He couldn't even breathe too loudly, or it would unleash the inevitable hell storm. Stupid Vipers, if it had been any other type he probably would have been able to escape unscathed and he would have avoided the unpleasantness of his tired, caffeine inhaling human patching him up.

"Shit," Wes muttered. Riley felt a sharp pain shoot up from his wound and involuntarily winced. THe split second after his reaction he could tell that he made a huge mistake. There was no escaping it.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did my disinfecting of your numerous cat scratches cause you any pain? You must be in agony, but I suppose it was unavoidable," Wes said, grabbing the needle. "You couldn't have checked with me first to make sure it was safe or anything, no."

Riley sighed. He would be able to put up with Wes patching him up if he wasn't so angry about it.

"And then you had to bleed all over the place. Never mind that this is a nice hotel, or that you're going to terrify room service. 'Oh, these people haven't been making much noise and are so tidy— Holy shit who was murdered!?' Then we have a passed out girl in our hotel room and we'll have to call down the manager and he'll come down and he'll see the blood everywhere and think we're part of the Mexican Mafia or whatever and then we'll get kicked out." He glared at Riley who couldn't help but crack a tired smile. Wes certainly was creative with worst case scenarios. "You smile until we get kicked out." He ran a hand through his hair.

Riley winced. "Um, Wes? You have a little…"

Wes continued his work much less gently and made Riley hiss. His blood was in Wes's hair. "I know. Your fault. I look like I was a knife fight."

"If you hadn't ran your hand through your hair it wouldn't have happened. Your fault."

"Who was the one that got confettied by a bloody Viper?" Wes finished the stitching with a shout, his voice raising several pitches. "I swear, if I get blood on this T-shirt you're a dead lizard."

"I could kill you in human form in less than a second." Riley said. It was all words, and it certainly wouldn't stop his friend's tirade, but it felt good to say. Wes started to finish up and put pressure on the claw marks. Riley twitched. "That's petty." Wes grinned and released the hold.

"Tell me that you'll stop being a stupid dragon," He said and sat on the makeshift doctor's table, his grin disappearing. Riley looked away from him. "Say it."

"While there are hatchlings out there—"

"Stop being a bloody idiot, Riley!" Riley turned back to Wes, who was defiantly glaring him in the eye. "In case if you hadn't noticed, I'm not a nurse, one of these days something's going to happen and I won't be able to fix it, and when that happens you'll die and I'll have to figure out how to hide your body."

"Wow. You truly care," Riley rolled his eyes at the last comment. Wes kept glaring at him, trying to assume the facade of annoyance. There was genuine worry that he couldn't keep out of his gaze, though. Fear that Riley would get himself killed. "Fine. I'll stop being a … stupid dragon."

Wes nodded. "Good." He did up the bandages with practiced ease and started to gather up the bloody pieces of cloth and bandages. "So, what are we going to do with the sheets you bled on?"

Viola, there it is. Happy Dragon fanfiction. Please review, I need to know that someone else is out there.