South didn't think that Wash would really shoot her, little did she know that this wasn't the Wash she remembered.
He wouldn't shoot her.
That wasn't him. That wasn't Agent Washington
The Wash that she remembered back from Project Freelancer was too nice for that, too weak. The Wash she knew wasn't the type to just murder someone in cold blood.
True she did shoot him in the back, but Wash wasn't really the type of person to hold a grudge.
He was the stupid little kid of the freelancer bunch. Younger and inexperienced.
He was the obedient little follower of the group, and even though she hadn't checked the rule book in a long time, she was pretty sure team killing was against protocol.
'Why is he even here?' she wondered. She knew he was Recovery One. Though that was more because there was absolutely no one left to be Recovery One besides him.
He was supposed to be locked away somewhere. Wearing a straightjacket. The AI Epsilon, that stupid AI that he had been chosen for over her, had self-destructed in his head.
There was no way that he could come back from that. No way that he could still be functioning like a normal person.
"Oh come on, Wash," she said. "What are you going to do, shoot-" she didn't even finish the sentence, Wash fired a round into her head.
This was not the same Washington she remembered.
This is just a series of one-shots that I decided to write about how much Wash changed from Project Freelancer, told from different characters point of view. It's probably not that good, but it's my first RedvsBlue fic so be nice and please reveiw. Tell me in your review if there's a particular character that you want me to write a chapter for in this fic.