Disclaimer: I don't own any of the roughnecks people.I might add in a character or two of my own but I haven't decided yet.

Note: This' just the beginning ; )

I love the characters in this so I'm hoping to keep them as similar as possible, so if I don't feel free to tell me. Please RnR, and be honest!!

DIZZY:

"You'd think they'd give us some good food for all the work we do for SICON," I muttered loudly as I slumped down at the table across from Doc and Gossard.

"You'd think."

"Huuh!" I gasped and quelled the urge to jump out of my skin as Rico's head appeared above my right shoulder. "Don't DO that! Where'd you come from?"

He yawned, "bed." Slumping heavily into the seat next to me his tray clattered against the table and he closed his eyes and leaned his head against my shoulder.

Smirking down at him I rolled it back, jostling his head backwards. With a jolt his eyes flew open and his head bounced sharply back into the living to glare at me.

"You mean you actually left?" I teased.

"Ten hours strait of bugs, you'd think you could cut me some slack," Rico replied.

"You'd think." I winked at him before turning back to my food.

"They're like a married couple," Doc hissed to Goss, making sure it was just loud enough for me to overhear. "Ow! What?! Jeeze, did you play soccer in high school as WELL as football?!" He cried, rubbing his shin where my shoe had left a tiny of a dent.

HIGGINS:

'I wonder if they'd let me interview some of the injured. No, FedNet's looking for positive reports. . . If I can find something REALLY good about this place they should give me an oscar!' Smiling secretively I couldn't help but leave my dark thoughts to envision it, my perfect moment.

"What are you smiling about, kid?" Zim asked cheerfully as he entered the Roughnecks room. I could already feel the blush seeping into my cheeks before I could even open my mouth to respond. "Uh, have you seen the Luitenant?" he kindly changed the subject.

"Actually I think he's in the mess hall, forgetting he's the LT." I shrugged, trying not to look too grateful for the save.

Zim laughed, "oh well, we've got 72 hours, let him forget for awhile."

I smiled slightly, "with Christmas right in the middle, too."

Zim raised an eyebrow. "Good or bad?'

"Both!" I groaned. "I mean it's Christmas and we're in R 'n R. . . but then again we're away from home AND FedNet wants a Christmas report FROM the troops instead of FOR the troops and I don't know what I'm gonna do about it."

"I don't suppose it could be realistic?" Zim asked skeptically, folding his arms.

"No, sir."

"Figures."