Requested by @Killer_Elite_SquadX

Summary: How protective they are of you.

QOTP: Regular sword or scissor sword?

Word Count: 1263

Cross -
Due to the life you live, you often get into bad situations, especially with other people. And, when that happens, Cross is quick to stand in front of you.

One night, he and the others decided to destroy some guy's car. The guy caught them in the act, and, instead of calling the police, he and the two other guys with him decided to fight you.

Cross stepped in front of you immediately, gently pushing you back. His eyes darted back and forth between the three guys.

Vogel shouted - a battle cry - and ran at the guys, catching them off guard. He had one of them on the ground by the time the two others had started to lash out.

Martin threw and received a punch to the face. Gripps did more kicking than anything. Vogel and the guy on the ground were a blur of limbs. Meanwhile, Cross was hanging back, protecting you.

From what, you weren't sure, and you told him so. He glanced back at you, then looked back to the fight, knowing you were right but not wanting to risk you getting hurt.

Eventually, he joined the fight, and, after a minute or so, they fed on the guys' energy and hopped into the van.

You and the other guys teased him for hanging back so long.

Dirk -
You're Dirk's partner in crime - well, partner in solving crime. And you often run into some form of danger; it's inevitable.

He doesn't necessarily shield you from the danger, but you're his primary concern.

For instance, that one time you had to fight a seven foot tall iguana on Cinco de Mayo.

You both fought, watching out for each other the entire time.

It's always like that - looking out for each other, usually more than you look out for yourselves.

There was a moment when you thought the iguana was gonna kill you, but Dirk distracted it. That only made you more concerned because it started coming for him.

A well aimed gunshot from you took the creature down. Immediately, you both made sure the other wasn't hurt.

"You good?"

"Physically, yes. Emotionally, no."

Gripps -
You're not much of a fighter. You don't enjoy beating the crap out things and/or people. You're not an energy vampire. And that's fine.

Conversely, Gripps, your boyfriend, and the rest of the Rowdy 3 like to fight and are energy vampires.

So, fights occur often.

You're Gripps' primary concern whenever a fight breaks out. The first thing he does is make sure you're safe.

Like that one time a group of angry people who had just had their cars vandalized decide to fight the Rowdy 3. Because they were the ones that vandalized their cars.

Gripps, holding a baseball bat, turned toward you. "Get in the van."

"Gripps-"

"Just to be safe."

So, you got in the van. You heard a multitude of noises; grunting, banging, thuds, a scream. Then, it went quiet, and the Rowdy 3 hopped in the van and started driving off.

"You didn't kill them, did you?" you asked.

Cross scoffed. "Of course not. We just fed on their energy. We're not monsters."

Martin -
Oh, boy.

Oh, boy.

You've had one too many arguments over this. Actually, more like twenty too many.

When a fight breaks out, Martin wants you to stay out of it - stay back, let him and the boys handle it. Because he's worried about you and he wants to keep you safe.

But you want to join the fight. I mean, does he really think you're gonna sit back while a fight's raging? Of course not. Who does he think you are? So what if you get hurt?

What if he gets hurt?

So, when a fight breaks out, there's usually a short argument.

Like that one time you fought soldiers with scissor swords in Wendimoor.

"Go hide," he said, turning to run off before you can argue.

"Are you kidding?" you asked incredulously, searching for a weapon. You started picking up an arsenal of rocks to throw.

"No, I'm not," Martin replied. "Go hide. I don't want you hurt."

You scoffed. "And I don't want you hurt, but you don't see me forcing you not to fight, do you?"

"Y/N-"

"Behind you!"

He turned just in time to kick a soldier running at him. When he turned back around, you were gone, off throwing rocks at weird, fantasy people. He sighed.

It always goes well, in the end. Except for the few occasions when you get hurt, hough never enough to warrant more than a bandage. Martin always freaks out, though.

You got a pretty bad cut on your arm when you took a soldier's scissor sword after running out of rocks. But you'd live; it wasn't that deep.

Martin, however, was flipping his lid. "This is exactly why I told you to hide!"

You sighed. "I'm fine. Look! It's as deep as a paper cut. No big deal."

"You could've been killed."

"You could've, too."

There was a silence, then Vogel quietly said, "She's right, boss."

Martin shook his head. "Just... don't scare me like that again."

You shoved him lightly. "I won't. Calm down."

Todd -
With Todd, it's never him being protective of you.

It's always you being protective of him.

Of course, he worries about you. There's no doubt about that. But you aren't exactly scared of physical confrontation.

You're scared of him getting hurt.

So, every time a fight breaks out, you stand in front of him. Like that one time you fought the Men of the Machine.

You stepped in front of him immediately, your fists clenched in front of you. Your expression screamed, "Try me. See what happens." A classic 'if-you-wanna-get-to-him-you-gotta-through-me' stance.

As the fight progressed, you both moved from that position. When you could afford it, you glanced at Todd, making sure he was okay.

Todd mainly worries at the end of fights, usually at the sight of your injuries.

You had a bloody nose and a split lip at the end of that fight, and Todd freaked out. Dirk and you both told him to calm down.

But he still worried.

Vogel -
He's never protective. Not really. When a fight breaks out, he runs into the fray, no questions asked. It worries you, but you hang back, making more strategic hits.

You're logical, you think about things before you do them, and you're light on your feet.

Vogel is the Tasmanian Devil.

He knows you're a good fighter, and he knows you could take him or any of the other guys down if you wanted to. One at a time, obviously; no matter how good of a fighter you are, four against one isn't a fair fight.

He never worries.

Almost never.

There are a few times when maybe two people gang up on you or you're having an off day; you'll start losing.

Once, you were fighting swamp people Dirk had accidentally let in from another dimension. They were strong, and one of them got you on the ground.

Vogel came running and punched and kicked like crazy unless you were more or less safe. And he kept asking if you were okay.

"I'm fine, Vogel. Promise."

He reluctantly ran off to fight somewhere else, and you met up again when the fight was over.

And he continued to ask if you were okay.

"I'm fine."