A/N: So...hey. I like Red Vs Blue, but have only seen seasons 1, 8, 9, and 10...and never played Halo...so some of my info might be a little off. Also, this is somewhat AU seeing as how some dead freelancers come back to play. I don't cuss so it may be OOC for one or two of the characters but deal with me. I am playing around with this so if you like it and want more let me know by reviewing or following...or favoriting.

This mainly came about because I had some Yorkalina feels and nothing on Tumblr of this site could satisfy me. Nothing had a complete happy ending! And I just love some these people so much, and kinda hate Burnie for killing off York so...here you go! A New Life chapter 1.

"The Director of the former Project Freelancer, Leonard Church was found dead by the Oversight Subcommittee last year. And here we are with the story of the end of his reign. He was shot through the head, presumably by the pistol in his hand, and a recording of his late wife, Allison Church, playing. There was no sign of anyone else…except for the 100 dysfunctional and "dead" freelancer robots. As the project had dissolved months, almost a year before, all warrants for any arrests pertaining to the incident have been nullified. Already some of the soldiers involved have been released, and some of the freelancers themselves have come out of hiding. We have with us here today a Mr. Andrew Tucker, who worked directly with the—" The woman sitting on her couch turned off the TV with a violent press of the button. She shot off her couch and practically stomped to her kitchen, and began making some coffee. As the water boiled, she turned around and leaned her back against the counter and closed her eyes, her face looking towards the ceiling.

Her red hair hung in a ponytail, with the bangs in her face, much like it had during her time as an agent of the infamous Project Freelancer. Carolina sighed tiredly and finished making the pot of pure caffeine. She sat down at the wooden table and sipped from the mug, reliving her past year since the Director…her father, had died. She had taken Epsilon and spent almost 2 months straight fighting groups of Insurrectionists and mercenaries that had gotten their hands on freelancer tech and intel. She had even made a name for herself among them: Darkwing, the soldier in a suit of armor who moved faster than your scope could follow, was stronger than a Covie, and had a bigger arsenal than a Spartan. Carolina snorted at that, and shook her head. Church had been slightly upset at the fact she was famous as a vigilante, and he remained unknown. They had argued about that for long time before he agreed that it was better that way. They both were tired of living in meager conditions and fighting without much break and so returned to where the teams and Wash had last been.

That had been interesting, as no one was there anymore. Nothing was left, except plenty of scorch marks and messes and a message from Caboose. Neither of them had been able to decipher it until they listened to it backwards and skipped every 3 minutes. Their friends had returned to Blood Gulch, and were making fools of themselves as it were. Carolina took a break and became the resident trainer and all around den mother. Griff both loved and hated her as she made him work and lose plenty of weight, but also kept Sarge off his back…most of the time. Simmons enjoyed speaking about mechanical things with her, as Carolina had paid attention to ALL equipment care and keeping lessons. Donut was very intimidated by her but eventually got to the point where he could speak to her. Doc was scared of her and never got over his fear of her. Lopez didn't really speak to Carolina, which was fine by her: her Spanish was remedial at best. Tucker didn't stop trying to "get it on" with her until she taught him multiple lessons while "training." His voice was an entire 2 octaves higher for weeks. Caboose never left her side. And then she had the idea of moving Church to his "best friend" and she had some personal space. Doc

Wash was another story. They were both broken by the Project, and were still healing. Per Doc's orders, they talked with each other about their time together and apart. Wash told her about York's body in due course, and she told him about CT. They both cried and had nightmares. She tended to sleep outside or in Blue base, but occasionally had to get away and hid out in the caves or even at Red base. After they had all spent a little over 6 months together again they decided to leave and live normal lives. Griff found Sister, and so the gang looked for somewhere to live. Earth had the most appeal for them, and Donut and Church worked together with advice from Doc on good places. Even though it was a risk they proposed to live in the former United States, in Texas. It was scary at first, how Wash and Carolina reacted. The man had been about to faint and the woman was shaking. The idea became a reality when Carolina was sent a letter of pardon from the Chairman, explaining that her parent's land in Texas was all hers…including the family mansion.

Carolina sighed and stood from her chair. She walked over to the sink and washed the mug quickly and efficiently before putting it on the rack to dry. She walked out of the kitchen and towards her living room again when the comm system beeped. "What is it?" She asked irritably. A nervous sounding voice spoke rapidly. "I can't understand what you're saying, Donut. Speak slower." Carolina stood still in the hall, staring at the wall as Wash's voice came on instead. "Hey Carolina, there's some people here you might want to come greet." She huffed and began her trek to the door of her area. "I'll be right down, Wash." His thanks went unheard. When the group of them had first entered the mansion, Carolina had stayed outside. When Donut came barreling back outside, asking about sleeping arrangements and remodeling, she had simply shrugged and followed him to the computer room her father had worked in.

They ended up splitting and remodeling the house in about 20 different ways, sort of like an apartment complex, except a really nice one. Of course, Caboose was kept away from it the ENTIRE time. Tucker requested a room on the bottom floor, which no one denied him. Better to have him sneak out without waking anybody instead of trying to stop him from being a pervert. Caboose and Wash were next door neighbors on the second floor, with the other 2 living areas kept empty for no reason. On the third floor the red team, except for Lopez, was as such: Sarge had his own quarters, Griff and Simmons were roommates, and Donut and Doc were roommates. Sister had the fourth floor to herself (no one else wanted to share). Carolina took the top floor, the fifth. She essentially had the "penthouse" while Lopez took over the garage. Church was put into the computer drive of the house, and kept most of the systems running. Donut took a job as an interior designer, and helped Doc pay for real medical training. Church made a paid website and brought in some money. Lopez, Sarge, and Simmons tinkered enough to sell some inventions for mas dinero as Lopez would say. Carolina worked part time as a personal trainer at the gym in their town, and sometimes as a security guard for special occasions.

So it was common sense to install an elevator. One that she tried not to use because it brought back many powerful memories. She jogged down the stairs, skipping a few every other step. In no time she was walking out into the foyer. "Who is it this time, Wash?" Carolina asked, still irritated from being interrupted…well, not that she was doing anything at the time but still. The man in question cleared his throat, and turned to face her. Standing next to him were two familiar people. They had white blonde hair, the female had hers did with some pink and purple. "South? North?" Carolina whispered in shock, her green eyes wide. South Dakota smirked, and put a hand on her hip. North only smiled gently. Their former leader simply stood where she was, arms hanging by her sides in shock. Was it right to run to them, give them a hug, or simply stand there? Wash helped her by speaking up.

"I know it's slightly awkward…but that happens when someone dies. Or at the very least tries to kill you." He mumbled the last part. South's face grew troubled and full of such sadness, and emotion, that Carolina had never seen. "I'm…sorry." South mumbled in return. North put an arm around her shoulders before clearing his throat. "How about we sit down somewhere and catch up." Carolina nodded and led the way to the stairs to go to the den. There was a large circular couch that they each sat on. "So, how'd you two come back to life?" Wash asked. South avoided his gaze and let North speak.

"Well we don't really know…I woke up in a hospital bed next to Brittany-South-and we used our pension to find some familiar faces and ended up here. Nothing much to say, at least…for me." Carolina nodded at him. Brittany seemed to squirm in her seat a little bit. She eventually looked up at Wash and spoke. "I'm sorry for shooting you in the back." She said. Wash, or David these days, swallowed before he replied. "I'm not going to say that it's okay—because it's not—but I do forgive you." Brittany seemed to relax, and North did as well. "What's your real name?" David asked North. He seemed kind of shocked at first. A warm grin grew on the man's face. "It's Brandon. You, Carolina?" She shrugged. "It's Carolina." Confusion took the place of relief on Brandon's face. "How come?" The red head raised an eyebrow and North blushed. South rolled her eyes and elbowed him. "What my brother means to say is, how is your code name the same as your real name." Panic appeared in David's eyes and he leaned forward, waving his arms. Even though his fear and warning of avoiding the subject was blatantly obvious, Carolina chose to ignore him and waited to see what her former teammates would decide.

North looked her in the eye. He saw something that made him give a small nod. He stood up and nudged South with his foot. "Come on Brittany, let's go." At this Carolina also stood. "Go where?" She asked. Brandon stopped and looked at his sister. Her face was empty and impassive, like it used to be, just without as much rudeness. Wash watched Carolina carefully as the conversation continued. "We don't really have somewhere in mind. Our goal was to find you guys but past that…nothing." "If you don't mind living with some messed up people, how you stay here?" Brittany snorted at that. "Here? What can you two offer us?" Carolina crossed her arms and cocked a hip to one side. Somehow, the stance was not a physically threatening as it was when she was in armor, but more like what an older sister would do when you touched and ruined her stuff. South gulped and stood to be closer to North.

"There were some sim troopers we worked with to bring down the Director. We all share the house." David explained. He didn't want the old team to fall apart again, and explode before even getting back together. Carolina felt her heart beating rapidly. In the back of her mind a voice whispered that if these two were alive, then York could be too. It was a far-fetched idea, and very far back in her mind, but its presence was felt enough for her to want the twins to stay. They shared a look and then Brandon began nodding slowly and they all felt something similar to what their old team had felt. "I think we'd like that. Yes, we'll live here."