Scarred
Lily cleans up her first battle scar.
"Can you pass me the band-aids?" Lily asked from her position on the couch. Casey glanced up from the recliner and furrowed his brow.
"What are you doing?"
"Cleaning up my scar. Ew," she murmured under her breath as she touched the sensitive spot with a cloth. Casey got up and procured said band-aids from a drawer in the bathroom and handed them over to her. He plopped down on the opposite end of the couch and watched as she cleaned it the best she could.
He peered over at the little bloody mess on her knee and winced.
"Where'd you get that from?"
Lily looked up at him and shrugged. "Sometime during battle, I guess. I just noticed it now." She studied him silently as he turned his attention back to the television. "What about you? No scars yet?"
He looked back at her and shook his head. "A few scrapes and bruises, but overall, I'm fine."
"Hm. You know, by the way you were going, I for sure thought you'd be first to be scarred." She smiled at him to let him know she was joking and he returned it.
"Yeah, well. Got lucky, I guess."
"Pick one." Lily thrusted the box of band-aids towards him and he glanced at it wearily before picking a random one. He handed the plastic wrapped band-aid to her and she plucked it out his hands. She opened the wrapper carefully and laughed out loud.
He raised an eyebrow towards her. "What's so funny?"
She turned the wrapper so it faced him and he caught a glimpse of a bunch of yellow cheetahs prowling around on a green-covered background.
"Nice choice, Casey." He glanced down at the box in his hands and noticed all of the band-aids were of wild animals.
"Don't thank me, thank RJ," he said, showing her the front of the box. She laughed and shook her head. She held out the band-aid towards him.
"Do the honors?" He eyed her carefully and after deciding she was completely serious, took the band-aid from her hand and placed it over her wound carefully, peeling off the plastic as he did so. He pressed down on the sides of the bandage carefully to make sure it stuck before crumpling the leftover trash in his hand and tossing it into the trash can nearby.
"Thank you," she said, rolling her leggings back over her legs.
"Why do you do that?" he said, gesturing towards her leg. She raised an eyebrow.
"Do what?"
"You always wear leggings or pants. I don't think I've seen you in shorts or a skirt by itself."
"Oh, that." She shrugged. "I just fell down a lot as a kid. Before I attended the academy, I wasn't the most graceful girl. I was always running around or horsing around with my brothers and that usually ended up in me getting injured. I've got a few scars from them and I just like to keep it covered."
Casey took this information and processed it thoroughly. He smiled at her, a sweet shy smile that he didn't give all that often.
"Well, for the record, I think you still look… nice… whether you're covering up your scars or not." He paused for a moment. Lily smiled and looked down at her skirt and brushing some dirt off of it. "Besides, scars tell stories, don't they?"
Lily made eye contact with him, her blue eyes locking onto his brown eyes and she nodded.
"Good stories."
Author's Note: I was itching for some Casey/Lily fic, and seeing how there is none, I decided to write my own. So, here you go. I apologize if either seems out of character, but we only have three episodes to work with, and this is my first Power Rangers fic, so...
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