Title: Blue Eyes
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Characters: Dexter Grif
Prompt: #15 – Blue
Word Count: 617
Rating: G
Summary: Donut tells Aimee stories about her brother's time in Blood Gulch.
Author's Notes: Entry for the Fanfic100 LJ Community. Sister has been named Aimee, which is French for 'Beloved.' Set back on Earth after Blood Gulch, we start to get a glimpse into what Dexter and Aimee's childhood was like.

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Aimee sat with Donut in the kitchen, listening eagerly to his stories about her brother's adventures in Blood Gulch before her arrival. For the most part, he told her stories of insane adventures, events that seemed too crazy to be true, and yet she knew that every word he spoke was the truth.

He told her about his own arrival and being sent to the "store" by Richard and Dexter, about how her own leader, Church, had been killed by his own teammate, only to reappear as a ghost. As a ghost, Church possessed anyone who got in the way of his mission. The list of possess-ees included Sarge, Lopez the robot, Donut and Caboose.

"And then," Donut said, his dark blue eyes glowing with laughter, "Grif saved Sarge's life!"

"How'd he do that?" Aimee asked, her blue eyes going wide.

"Sarge had a bullet wound in the head," the formerly pink private answered, grinning. "Grif gave him CPR. And it worked."

"CP…You're pulling my leg," Aimee said indignantly. "There's no way that would have worked. I mean, come on, even I know that," she added with a dramatic roll of the eyes.

Donut giggled, still unable to see past the empty-headed façade she put up, a façade that she'd worn for so long that she didn't know how to remove it.

"We-ell," he continued, "it did work and Sarge repaid Grif back when he got run over by Sheila."

"When what happened?" Aimee asked with a sudden start.

"Well, we were getting ready for Simmons cyborg operation and I realized that I'd left a part in the Warthog," Donut began, leaning forward in his chair. "Grif went with me to help me find it, and even tried to help me retrace my steps when we didn't see it in the jeep!"

The younger Grif's face broke into a smile. "He had to do that for me sooo much growing up!" she giggled.

"Yeah, I could tell he'd had practice! Anyways, while I saw trying to remember every where I'd been Tucker comes driving up in Sheila, out of no where!"

Here, Donut paused, his eyes growing mournful. "I managed to run away in time, but Grif was practically flattened! Luckily," he continued, his expression lightening once more, "Sarge put Simmons' organs in him and he was just fine! He bounced back really fast!"

"He always has," Aimee muttered, feeling slightly shaken. Before Donut could continue his stories, Sarge's voice drifted in through the window, yelling for him to get outside and give him a hand. After giving her an apologetic grin, Donut set his mug of tea into the sink and disappeared outside.

Dexter had been hurt, she thought mournfully as the silence filled the warm room. He'd been hurt and she hadn't been there to help him. He'd always told her that seeing her bright blue eyes always made her feel better, eyes that were (apparently) identical to their mother's.

Aimee clutched her mug closer to herself, inhaling its soothing scent even as she hunkered farther down in the large kitchen chair.

She'd always been there to patch him up. Starting when they were children, living in that accursed foster home where the other children picked on him and beat him up, all the way through high school when he got into fights with his gang.

And the one time he nearly died, the one time he'd been left completely helpless…she hadn't been there to help.

He'd had no soothing hands to calm his brow, no one to ease the nightmares that plagued them both…

No blue eyes to make him remember their mother and the peaceful time they'd had before it all went away.