Hi! Here's my second TRVBRC challenge fic!
Saying Goodbye
Damnit, I hate lifting these things. Grif thought as he hauled a crate onto the pelican. Today he was being shipped out of Blood Gulch to another base with Simmons, and he wasn't too happy. Why can't Sarge go with Simmons? Better yet, why not send Donut, too? Then I'd be alone with Lopez and not have to do anything anymore.
Grif frowned. Wait a minute, one of Lopez's orders is to kill me, so that won't work out well. Big fucking surprise, seeing who had made him. He grunted and strained as he picked up another crate. Suddenly, Tucker ran onto a hill in the distance. "Hey, Grif!" he yelled.
Grif finished with the crate and replied, "What, what do ya want this time?" There was a pause, followed by, "Meet me at the cave later, OK? I gotta tell you something!" Tucker called as he ran back to Blue Base. Grif shook his head annoyedly and resumed packing.
Later, Grif was taking a nap and having a very odd dream about ninjas battling each other and Caboose drinking out of a huge pool of orange juice. Also, there was a giant, talking dog. The dog was about to say something when Grif felt a sharp pain in his crotch. Wincing and rubbing his eyes, he woke up to see Sarge standing over him.
"Wake up, dirtbag." he said. "One of the Blues was looking for ya! Said somethin' about that cave with the water puddle. "Grif suddenly remembered Tucker's request."Shit!" he gasped, running out of the base. He finally reached it, panting for breath.
He found Tucker waiting for him by the puddle. "There you are! I thought you'd never come, dude!" he smirked. "Sorry….took…nap….." Grif wheezed. "Yeah, happens to a lot a' people. They set up a deadline for something, then they go to sleep, then they wake up with barely any fuckin' time left."
There was something odd about the way Tucker said that, as if he were talking about himself. Then, the revelation hit Grif like a missile: He WAS talking about himself. Grif actually smiled and nodded. "Yeah, that's kinda true." He agreed. "Soooo, what'd you wanna tell me?"
Tucker's face turned serious. He seemed to be struggling for a way to say his message. Finally, he blurted out: "I'm totally fuckin' in love with you, dude!"
"WHAAAAAAAAT?" Grif shrieked. For all the things rolling in his head, he had NOT expected this. "You're-you're-IN LOVE WITH ME? WHAT THE HELL? THAT WAS WHAT YOU WANTED TO TELL ME SO FUCKING BADLY?" Tucker nodded, and added, "And frankly, I've always wanted to do this." With that, he kissed Grif.
The kiss seemed to last forever, Grif noted later on. Although it only lasted for ten seconds, to Grif, it felt like forever. Slowly, he looked into Tucker's eyes. It was as if he was sinking into them deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper-
A loud cough brought him back to reality, and the two looked to see Sarge, Donut, Simmons, and Church, looking extremely mortified and creeped out. "Tucker…..what the FUCK are you doing?" Church asked, visibly disturbed. Tucker gaped in horror as Donut squealed, "I KNEW IT! YOU GUYS WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER! CAN I PLAN THE WEDDING, GRIF?"
"Oh, I'm SO putting that on the internet!" Simmons cheered gleefully. "Grif, I'm utterly disgusted that you actually kissed another man! That's just wrong!" Sarge added.
Facing the prospect of the embarrassing kiss being posted on YouTube and being humiliated by the others for the rest of his career, Grif gulped before timidly saying, "Uh, guys….we can explain….."
Fin.
Well, that's that! Read and review, please!