Hey guys. I've been really into this RvB genre these days... I know, I know. It's not what I usually do, but I just can't stop. -makes a face- Sorry. But, anyway... I really like this one. How it starts and all... It's kinda like a... Awwwwwwww, followed by a, "Now wait, what?" because it's like... What? Church? Feelings? You kid, yes?
Anyways... Ermm. I don't own these guys. Any of them. Red team, Blue team, the alien, Doc, O'Malley. I do not own any of them. That said... Here's a story using them. D
Human, A Life Lesson
Chapter One. Church.
"Church! Church! CHURCH!"
"What's wrong with Church, Tucker?"
"I don't know, Caboose… His body just… stopped. Like, there's not even that annoying whirring noise anymore. Church, you still in there?"
Church groaned loudly and appeared, once again in his spirit form, just to Tucker's left. "My servos or something. I don't know, dude."
"You mean we gotta fix you now?"
"Ah fuck it for now. I'm gonna just hang out in the Spirit World. You got things under control here, right?"
Before Tucker could respond, Church vanished again.
"God, that guy's a dick."
-.-.-
'You're a dick, dude.'
'He is the mean one.'
'Fuck you, Church!'
Church dropped onto his cot in Blue base. He was tired, to the point of exhaustion, and he really wished he could have made the past few years just vanish into thin air. He raised his fully flesh hand to his face, staring hard at the appendage, a slight frown on his face.
-.-.-
"How? How'd I get my body back? My real one!" Church flexed his fingers and stared across the table at Tucker.
"The alien revived you, dude. Like he revived Flowers… It was kinda awesome."
"How long does it last?"
Tucker shrugged and looked away, not daring to meet Church's eyes. "Probably till someone shoots you dead again."
-.-.-
He silently thanked the alien. So far, his human-again body had not failed him. He relished the feelings he was receiving, faster than any stupid computer body could possibly register. Cold, hot, breeze, wet, tired… It was all there again and he fucking loved it… For the most part.
He sighed and stretched, rolling onto his side and groaning.
-.-.-
"Goddamnit, Tucker! Don't you ever pay attention to anything you're doing?"
Tucker growled and rounded on his newly living, self-appointed C.O. "I liked you better as a robot. At least then, if we got tired of you being an asshole, we could turn your mouth off."
Church's eyes went wide behind the helmet and he dropped his gun, staring. Tucker stormed off, growling and mumbling, but Church didn't hear it over his own thoughts. He barely even heard the small voice to his left.
"I like you like this, Church," Caboose said softly. "You're more huggable now."
-.-.-
"Fuck you, Tucker," Church mumbled against his pillow, burying his face into the fabric and sighing. He yanked up his sheet and burrowed as far into the cot as he could, sniffing slightly. He swore under his breath and pulled the sheet tight around his shoulders, promising himself that he'd never let what Tucker said get to him. Not now. He never did before, he wouldn't now.
But he was letting it get to him. The one thing he hadn't missed when he was a ghost: emotions. When he was a ghost, he was detached from the real world even when he was in it. Tucker could insult him all he wanted and Church could just shut it out. That wasn't the case anymore. Church could hear it and, more importantly, feel it all. And it was like someone was stabbing him in the heart. Or team-killing him all over again.
No one in this canyon liked him, even wanted to tolerate him for a few minutes, except for maybe Caboose. And yet he pushed the Rookie away too. It was his fault. He'd always been a dick to everyone. Not just the enemy, but his own team-mates. It wasn't that he tried to be a dick. He just was terrified to get close to people again. He had been friends with Jimmy… Jimmy was dead. He had been in love with Tex… Tex had killed Jimmy. He decided early on that friendships were stupid in this war.
And yet, here he was, lying wrapped up in his measly sheet, trying not to think about how much not having a single friend hurt.
"Fuck…"