.: Chapter 02 :.

A/N: Next chapter here! Okay I lied... this isn't edited... anyway I don't have much to say so let's just skip the A/N and get right down to business, that's what your hear for anyway right? Right, then let's do this shit.

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.: Start :.

Agent Washington rubbed the side of his head as he made his way into the mess hall. He hadn't seen or heard from Maine in a few hours and was starting to get a little worried, the big guy was a good friend of his after all and he had a right to be worried about him– even if the asshole had nearly choked him and thrown him into a wall. Twice.

Shaking his head the grey clad soldier took a seat at an empty table, resting his head atop his arms as he closed his eyes. I wonder what's wrong with him...

"Hey man."

Glancing up Wash saw York standing across from him and nodded a greeting, "York, hey what's up."

"You okay? You look a bit dazed." The tan coloured soldier asked lightly, taking a seat opposite his younger companion and leaning back with his feet propped up on the table.

Shrugging slightly Wash sat up, "I'm fine. Did you need something?"

"Actually, I was sent here by our fearless leader to–"

"You mean the Director?" Wash asked curiously, cutting his friend off and receiving a small look of disapproval that was lost behind his helmet.

"No. if you'd let me finish I would have told you it was Carolina who sent me, she and the others are going out for the night tonight and I came to ask if you're coming with us. God knows we could use a night off."

Wash paused. A night out on the town sounded pretty good. Scratch that, a night out sounded extremely good right now but there was something bugging him and he was still a little worried about the way Maine had been acting. But a night off really did sound tempting, and they always worked so hard... one night off wouldn't hurt, would it?

"Who else is going?" Wash asked, resting an elbow on the table.

York thought about it for a few seconds, "Pretty much everyone on the board and a few of the others, you were the only one I haven't asked yet."

"You already asked Maine? When did you go see him?" Wash wondered aloud and tilted his head as York's body stiffened slightly.

There was a pause.

"Yeah... I don't think Maine is going," York laughed lightly while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Wash smirked, "Did he kick you out too?"

"Yeah, threw me into a wall with a threat of severe dismemberment if I or anyone else dared to disturb him again. He looked a little off; kinda pale, his eyes were red and bloodshot too." He said then thought about it and added, "He kick you out? When did that happen?"

Wash made a face that clearly said; "I don't want to talk about it." but a tilt of the head from York made him sigh and retell his little adventure, glaring at the older Freelancer when he chuckled in amusement at Wash's misfortune.

"Well, at least I got it easier than you did Wash. He only threw me out once; you got nailed twice in a row."

"Shut up man, how the hell was I supposed to know he was one step away from blowing a fuse." Wash huffed, poking his helmet and noticing a small dent in the side. Great.

Shaking his head York stood up and stretched, "Anyway, Maine's violent tendencies aside are you coming with us tonight?"

Wash sighed, he wanted to. He really, truly and honestly did, but if he went out and had a good time while knowing Maine was still at base and something was wrong with the large Freelancer he'd feel guilty the entire night. Feeling guilty was not how he wanted to spend his night.

Glancing up at York who was still staring at him (creepy) , with a sort of knowing aura about him that confused Wash. "I think I'll pass tonight." Was all he said and he swore he heard York chuckle.

"Okay then, I'll let the other's know." The tanned coloured soldier then snickered, "I'm sure South will be very disappointed."

Wash rolled his eyes, "She'll live another day."

Shaking his head in amusement York gave a lazy wave before turning and heading out of the mess hall, leaving Wash to his own thoughts. He sat there for a good half an hour, trying to think of why Maine was in such a bad mood. Sure he'd been sent on a month long mission to some uninhabited planet covered in snow, and sure the mission had been a complete waste of time (or so he'd heard), but that didn't really explain why Maine was acting so... so weird.

Fuck it.

Standing up and pulling on his helmet Wash turned and headed out of the now empty mess hall, making a bee-line straight to Maine's room. He'd find out what was wrong with the big Freelancer, or end up in the med-bay– Whichever came first.

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So that was chapter two. I'm not very pleased with it but I wanted to focus a little on Wash and there ain't much Maine can do while asleep. Not much to say about this chapter other than I hope you liked it. Back to Maine in the next chapter and Wash get's to play doctor ^_^ how cute.

Aha! I'm learning to cut down the word count– I feel so proud.

Till next time guys!

Babybee17