This is a kind of spin off from The Change in Agent Washington. It's basically going to be like multiple chapters about Wash. I hope you enjoy this and this answers your requests for me to write a Wash chapter. (And I will be trying to write a Wash chapter for The Change in Agent Washington, in case you cared)

I don't own RedvsBlue, I just write stupid stories about it.

Wash sat nervously outside of the operating room. Today was finally the day. He was finally going to get his AI.

He had waited so long for this day. Carolina had set him back a bit in the schedule, but he was still getting one before South.

Though, to be honest, he wasn't quite sure about getting an AI anymore after what happened to Carolina, but he knew that if he backed out now, North and York were never going to let him live it down.

South would probably be happy after she taunted him mercilessly.

No, he was going to go through with this. Everything would be fine.

Probably.

Wash took a deep breath and steeled his nerves as he was called back to the operating room.

Everything would turn out fine.

Wash walked into the room and sat on the table as instructed and lay back, closing his eyes as he did so.

They wouldn't knock him out for the surgery, just numb him up a bit. Implantation didn't hurt, it was just disorienting.

'Except for whatever happened to Carolina,' Wash couldn't help but think.

'No!' he tried to tell himself. Hers went wrong because she got two put into her head. Nothing was wrong with the implantation process.

'Remember what York said,' Wash reminded himself.

All that inverted penis stuff was a joke, headaches were the only thing he had to worry about.

'Headaches like Maine is having,' the annoying negative voice said again.

Ever since Sigma, Maine had had more headaches than Wash thought physically possible. He'd also been acting strange and distant ever since the creepy AI had been implanted.

Different. Almost sinister. You know, more than he usually was.

Wash shook his head, trying to banish all the negative thoughts. He couldn't let himself chicken out. All the best freelancers had an AI. He didn't want to be the only Freelancer on the board without one.

Wash tried to relax as one of the doctors approached him. He felt a small prick on his neck and couldn't help shuddering slightly. It was weird to not be wearing his helmet.

Around him he heard the Director and Counselor talk.

"He's ready," Wash heard the Counselor say in his patient tone of voice.

"Hand me the Epsilon unit, please," the Director said.

"Sir, agent Washington is prepped for Epsilon AI," he heard one of the doctors say, and Washington once again steeled his nerves.

He felt something press into the back of his numb neck.

'Was that it?' he thought. 'That wasn't so bad.'

The AIs thoughts started to merge with his, and he just tried to relax and let the thoughts flow like they told him to do back in AI training.

The memories flowed faster than he thought they would. Actually it was kind of overwhelming, almost painful.

Sensations of pain and misery coursed through him, mostly related to some blonde lady named Allison.

He could see her, dressed in a marine uniform. She was talking to him. Telling him to put down his camera and let her leave so she wouldn't be late.

She was leaving to go fight off in the war and he couldn't shake the feeling that he would never see her again if she left. He couldn't let her leave! She was the love of his life! She had to stay here! He needed her!

Wash wanted to shut his eyes and push all these painful memories away. Wait! They weren't even his memories! He didn't know anyone named Allison. These weren't his memories. He didn't deserve all this pain.

He started to sweat and he felt his heart beat faster. He was having a panic attack.

He thought he heard voices around him, but his ears were ringing and the only voice he could clearly make out was Allison's.

He thought he heard somebody screaming, before he belatedly realized that it was him. He'd never screamed so much, even when he was injured in battle.

As more of his conversation with Allison played before his eyes, memories of horrible pain, both physical and emotion, flashed through his brain.

He wasn't sure what was causing the pain, and that was scaring him most of all. If he didn't know what caused the pain, he couldn't avoid it. He couldn't hide or protect himself, and his new AI was telling him he wasn't far from danger.

The image of Allison faded enough for him to see the medical crew and their equipment surrounding him.

This caused him, for reasons he didn't understand, to panic even more. He kicked his leg out and made contact with a medical tray.

'Not safe! Not good!' the voice in his head screeched.

Wash continued to flail, desperate to get away from the too bright lights, the overwhelming sounds, and all the pain of these horrible memories.

Hands reached out and tried to pin him to the table, making him thrash and scream even more.

His vision of Allison continued on, slightly clearer than it had been before.

"You're going to make me late," she said. "I have to go."

Wash screamed more at that.

'No Allison! No! Don't leave! Don't say goodbye! You hate goodbyes! Stay with me!'

Whether it was him that said that or his new AI Epsilon, Wash would never know. Maybe they both said it.

The pain was becoming too much and all Wash wanted to do was close his eyes and sleep. Nothing hurt when you sleep.

The doctors managed to pin him down long enough and pocked his skin with some type of needle. This time they didn't bother to numb him up before inserting the needle.

Wash barely noticed the sharp needle prick. All he cared about was the sweet, sweet relief that came with being knocked out.

And that's a wrap. I hope you liked it and will review.