A/N Cheers for stopping by to check out Waiting Outside The Lines. This is my first story of Red Vs Blue, just hope it ain't too bad ;)
Other Notes: This starts when *SPOILER* North unfortunately meets his end. However, this is Fan fiction so I've decided to make a fic where North is very much alive and used for a different purpose. The story shall explain its self as it goes on. :)
Waiting Outside The Lines.
Chapter 1/?
Pairing(s): Undecided, all I know is that this is going to be a slash. If you have any suggestions, then let me know either in a review or pm. ?/North. Tucker/Church? Caboose/? Doc/Donut? - Let me know what you want to see.
WARNING(S): Rated M for later chapters. Multiple pairings. Swearing. Slash. One sided Counselor/North. Slight AU. Other...
Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything to do with RVB; and I don't earn a penny from any of this.
Waiting Outside The Lines…
Chapter 1: Project Freelancer: Aftermath…
Where the hell am I? North thought as he rolled onto his side, his throat hurt like hell and no matter what he did, he couldn't manage to open his eyes; wind bit at his skin as a flash of memory flooded his head – but it soon vanished as did every other thought. All he knew was that everything hurt; his head felt as though someone had ripped his brain out and then rammed his skull into a brick wall – he tried to think of what happened to put him in this much pain, but it hurt to think – and everything was black, like something had stolen any memory of the event that put him in this state.
Groaning, North tried with all his strength to open his eyes, but the sudden pain in his head forced him to stop. What…happen to me? The platinum blonde thought as he felt a hand press against his shoulder, making him hiss loudly.
"It's okay,"
That voice…North knew it…but he couldn't put his finger on it; probably would have helped if he could have seen who it was. South? North tried to recall his beloved twin sister, yet all he got was a name, no face…
"Agent North Dakota…" It was a soft-spoken voice, and it sounded male, which ruled out a girl – it couldn't have been the director…Counselor? North struggled to keep his thoughts together as he felt himself being lift into the air, his whole being begging for rest as he was placed down onto some sort of bed; his head going dizzy as something prick the side of his neck.
"We have big plans for you, Agent North; rest now – I will see to it that you are safe…"
North would have protested, or at least tried to find out where he was and what happened to him, but before he could even realise what was happening – his body went numb and he lost conciseness…
(Two years later)
Two lone figures were masked in shadows from an over hanging cliff above them. The one wore a dark purple with green striped armour, holding a sniper riffle as he looked down the scope, seeing a huddled group of red and blue – a female standing in front of them with a light blue, almost like an A.I form floating by her shoulder before an Aqua coloured armour charged at it and fell flat on its stomach. A smirk grew across the snipers lips as a low chuckle escaped his throat before he turned his attention back toward the female.
"So, that's Carolina?" The purple and green armoured male asked, never looking up from his sniper to face him companion.
"That's the target…" His companion corrected, he's bronze armour reflecting slightly as the sun hit it before he lend against the rocky wall. "Why we have to take her out, I will never know…" His voice was cocky yet had a tint of boredom to it. They had been waiting there for hours and finally they showed up, a lot more than was expected, but they still showed.
"Don't worry, York; this won't take long…" The sniper tightened his hold on the riffle, looking more closely down the scope as his finger brushed against the trigger.
"Yeah?" York asked, taking off his helmet and revealing a clear eye with a scar at the bottom on his left side. "I don't see why we have to take her out though, we're the best in the squad, and doesn't the Counselor think we have better things to do with our time then take on small fry? Especially in this heat…" York wiped the sweat that was gathering on his forehead with the back on his hand.
"Maybe he just wants this to be done properly; you know the rookies aren't that good yet, York, and the other agents are on another mission…"
"Still; it's too damn hot out here, North!" York frowned as he began to fan himself with his hand. "You'd think they'd have air-cooling in these things now a days…"
"York, we're in the shadiest spot because of you and I can't get a clear shot; so quiet down would you? I have to focus otherwise I'm going to hit the wrong one…"
York rolled his eyes. Trust North to be concerned about killing the wrong person, they had been classed as murderers the first day they worked together which was a few years back now; they worked well together and so the Counselor always had them paired with each other – even on simple missions like this…
"I still say he's up to something…"
Finally, the purple armoured male looked back at his friend, and even though York couldn't see it, he knew that North was frowning. "The Counselor?"
"Who else?" York replied as he felt a cold breeze hit his skin.
North sighed. "You know he's doing the best for all of us –"
"No," York cut the other off. "He's doing the best for you, you're his damn pet –"
"…" North never replied and instead put his focus back onto their mission. It was somewhat true. The Counselor had always made sure he was okay; he even went out of his way when North had been injured and never left his side. Somewhat showed some affection to the blonde, but it was no sided. North appreciated everything the Counselor had done for him, especially when he had woken up from a coma and didn't recall who he was – the sniper user had never felt so alone – but the soft-spoken Counselor had been there and informed him of who he was, and where he came from…
Everyone else in their small, but elite squad didn't exactly like the fact that North was first for everything; he got the Counselor's attention as soon as he spoke and so forth… Soon earning the nick name of pet via most of the other Agents, though York had never called it him until just then, and if the Counselor heard it – he would have had York on guard duty for the next three weeks. Since being called it by the others, the Counselor had taken a liking to the name and now called it North, too.
"Is there a problem, gentlemen?"
"Speak of the devil…" York murmured before putting his helmet on as the Counselor repeated his question.
"No, sir!" Both North and York responded, knowing it was never good to keep the Counselor waiting. He might be soft-spoken and kind…well, ish-ish…to the Agents, but when he was pissed – it was like dealing with 20 bears – and even North couldn't look for him sometimes.
"Agent North…"
York watched as North tensed up quickly as the elder man spoke down the coms; though there was also the slightest relief that he didn't get called pet on the radio again – but also dread and why he wasn't called his nickname…
"I suggest you take the shot soon before the target gets away…"
North mumbled a yes sir before getting ready to pull the trigger.
York just rolled his eyes before whacking the back of his head against the rocky wall he was leaning on, only to regret it as he heard a rumble from above and saw a huge boulder slip from the top of cliff – aiming straight for the unsuspecting sniper.
Shit! York thought as he body moved without him thinking about it. "NORTH!" He yelled, just about gaining the others attention as he jumped on the thinner male and rolled them out-of-the-way, and also out of where they were camouflaged.
"York!" North cried out as they tumbled down a small hill they had been upon, his beloved sniper riffle being squeezed under the boulder. As he had been moved from his spot, North's hand had slipped and he fired the trigger – unfortunately missing his target – but it gave away their position.
Groaning, North opened his bright blue eyes and breathed a sigh of relief as his visor was still online and York was safe…even if he was on top of him…
"What did you do, York?" North asked with another groan.
"Hey! Why do you assume it was my fault!" North wasn't sure, but he could have sworn the bulkier male was pouting.
Before North could reply though, a gunshot rang out in the distance and they looked up to see the mass of blue and reds walking towards them, guns up in defense, and the female in front as she picked up her pace.
"Damn it." York stood up, pulling his friend up as well. "Any suggestions, North?"
The purple and green armoured male shrugged. "I was just about to ask you the same question…"
Both knew it was too risky to run; neither of them had brought a lot of ammo – it was supposed to be a quick mission; get in. Kill the target. Get out. However, they couldn't get caught either. Whether they shot their way out or simply waited for the right moment – they had to get out alive and fully intact.
North snapped his head towards York as he suddenly spoke in a low, hushed tone.
"Follow my lead…"
It was barely above a whisper, and North had trouble hearing him, but understood and gave a small nod in return.
As the others approached, they noticed two other people, one in a dark grey and yellow armour and the other in white and purple. North looked at the grey and yellow armour and frowned…feeling a sudden uneasiness…it was like he had seen that armour before…but that was impossible…
From the corner of his eyes, North watched as York tensed up as the female came into view, a mere foot or two away. He couldn't help but wonder if York felt like he did; that they knew these two…but it couldn't be…it just couldn't…
"…It can't be…" The female lowered her gun suddenly and so did the grey armour.
"No way…" He spoke, taking a step or two back.
"Err; what are they doing?" A dark ruby coloured red asked as he looked at the two in front.
"I have no idea…" The…yellow, North couldn't be sure of the colour, one replied.
"Are we all friends?" A dark blue questioned, already lowering his gun.
"Dang'nabit! I was hopin' for some blood N gore!" A deep southern accent boomed as he cocked his shotgun, only to lower his weapon as well, making the other reds do the same.
"Church, wanna fill me in?" The Aqua one asked, his sword lowering slightly.
"I would, but I have no idea who these two are…" The small, floating blue armour responded.
"York!" The female cried and suddenly ran toward the half blind Agent, hugging him tightly. "I thought you were dead!" She sobbed quietly and both North and York looked at each other.
"Do you know her?" York asked on the privet radio connection he shared with North.
"No…But she looks…"
"Familiar?"
"Yeah…"
"Sorry, tuts," York spoke aloud, gaining their attention. "But I don't know you – " He fell to the ground, resting on his knee as he brought his other leg around and knocked her off her feet, quickly disarming the Aqua armour next to her.
"Hey!" The Aqua yelled as he was knocked out cold.
"Tucker!" The small form by the female and dark blue armour shouted.
North cursed slightly as he kicked the grey armour in the gut, winding him and then taking his gun and pointing it at the yellow one who held up his arms – the ruby one shaking so hard he dropped his gun on the floor.
York was quick to pull the female into his arms, turning her to face the rest of them in the group as he moved back, making sure North was by his side.
"You okay?" He asked, glancing at North for a quick moment.
"Peachy." Was his short reply from the blonde.
"- York - what are you doing?!" The woman asked, struggling in York's grip.
"I don't know who the hell you are - !" Before York could finish, the small blue male popped up straight in front of him.
"Let go of her!"
"What the hell!" York shook his head, so distracted that he loosened his grip, allowing the girl to turn around and kick him where no man should be kicked. Even with all the armour there, it still stung like a bitch.
North grabbed York's shoulder and yanked him further back, keeping his gun pointed at them even though they were out numbered. York was wheezing and breathing heavy as he struggled to stand before a voice came on their coms again, except this time it wasn't the Counselor.
"You two better get ready, I'm coming in hot!" The polite of pelican boomed through the mic. North managed to look up and the huge flying object coming their way. Looking back at the recovering red, blues and whatever other colours there were; North nodded his head.
"Here, catch!" He shouted and tossed the gun he had stole to a red who stumbled around with it before finally falling over his own feet and knocking over the grey armour who went to grab North and York. "Let's go!" North helped York stand before they took off running as the aircraft became low enough for them to get in, but the speed was too great as they struggled to catch up – North knew they could be shot at and mentally prepared himself for if he had to use his shield – though knew he would suffer a bad aftermath, the Counselor had stopped him from using it as it gave him bad headaches and nightmares that would keep him up at night.
The hatch opened, the plane slowing only a little, but it was enough for North to make a leap, thankful of his lean figure as he grasped hold of it, his other hand taking hold of York's who struggle to keep pace.
A sudden sound was heard and York let out a yelp as he felt something cling onto his back, his main thought was him hoping it wasn't a damn bomb or something.
North let out a scream as he felt his arm be pulled ten times worst than what York's weight was as he saw a grapple attached to York's back, pulling him away. North could feel his shoulder beginning to pull in an unnatural way, as York was pulled back with more force.
York looked up and grimaced as he saw the wire attached to his back, pulling him away from North's grip as their hands began to slip from the other. He saw the amount of pain North was in as the blonde didn't have enough strength to pull them both in.
"North!" York called, watching as the blonde struggled to turn towards him. "Let me go!"
"- York – "
Before North could finish, York used his other hand and wrapped it around North's wrist, forcing the sniper to release his hand in pain. "You better not forget me…" York gave a smirk, even though North couldn't see it as he fall to the ground, luckily landing on his back as he watched the hatch close, something pulling his friend inside before it closed completely – leaving the bronze armoured male looking up and the sky – once more sweating like a pig until a shiny, blue figure came into view, looking down at him.
York managed to lift his head up and look around as a bunch of helmet covered faces stared blankly back at him as a two words left his mouth.
"Well Damn…"
XxxX
North growled as he walked from the hangar, tossing his purple and green helmet to the floor as he pushed passed his fellow agents, one in pure white, the other in white and orange with a circular mask.
"It wasn't your fault, chap…" North ignored the other two in the hanger and carried on his way to a room he probably shouldn't have known so well.
"Counselor!" North's normally calm features were rough as he pushed into the room that belonged to the older male who simply smiled at him politely.
"My pet, I do not allow you access to my room in such a manner, you are lucky I do not punish you for that…"
North stopped short as he came face to face with the very man who had "saved" him two years ago. "We have to do a rescue mission, Counselor! York was -"
The Counselor stood up and held out a hand as he motioned for North to sit on a chair, the blonde wanted nothing more than to continue pacing around the room while demanding a rescue mission for York, but knew better than to displease the older male and sat down.
"It's strange to see you…so un-calm, my pet…" The Counselor watched as North's eyes gleamed up at him.
"York's been caught, we need to do something!"
A deep, dark chuckle emerged next, making the hair on the back of North's neck stand up.
"I know my pet, but there is nothing we can do about that now…York is lost to us –"
"W-what?!" North couldn't believe what he just heard as watched the Counselor grab something from the nearby draw. "But he's -"
"This is war, my pet; looses are accepted to happen. As long as you are okay, than I see no reason as to why I should be concerned…is there something else that's bothering you?"
The Counselor's voice was still soft, but now stern. North knew that voice well, he needed to back off, it was the voice that told him he was treading on thin ice.
"…They knew York's name…" North saw the Counselor raise an eyebrow as he turned around and gave a gentle smile, though North knew it was fake. "And I thought I recognised some of them…" His voice was small as he felt a hand grace his cheek, he looked up and saw the Counselor looking down at him, his dark hand running from the blonde's cheek and into his hair as he walked around the seated male.
"You know that these are just thoughts, they happen to everyone. Do not worry; you will have your chance to avenge your comrade; until then, my pet – you look like you need some sleep…"
North went to protest, but felt the all to familiar feeling of a needle being pressed into the side of his neck – and then he was out like a light; unaware of the pair of dark, brown eyes roaming his body.
"Counselor, do you wish for me to send someone for Agent North Dakota?" Filiss asked.
"No, Filiss. Make sure everything is in order; Agent North Dakota will have to have his memory wiped…"
"May I ask of what, Counselor?"
The Counselor smirked as he ran a hand through North's blonde hair.
"Of Agent New York…"
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