A/N: Another disclaimer that I don't own Red vs Blue, or work for Roosterteeth. I had waited to upload the first chapter until I had started this chapter, and so when I opened my email and saw that 3 people have favorited this (thank you Omega Ravenger, The Happy Riolu, and li43101) and 5 are following this (thank you li43101, Minaethiel, TheDeadAngel, megawalrus99, and Omega Ravenger) already I was so happy! Not to mention 3 reviews (which are nectar and ambrosia to me) already. I hope this chapter, and the rest of the fic is up to your expectations.

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TheDeadAngel: Thank you, and I hope that your "looking forward" is well rewarded

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Hope everybody enjoys this chapter! Have fun and don't forget to review! Also, this is York's and Carolina's reunion so…feedback, maybe? Because I'm not sure even this is a satisfactory one but you're the readers…so yah…

"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."

Carolina practically breathed a sigh of relief. David felt himself crumple on the inside a little, right as the doorbell rang. She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. Visitors were rare to begin with, and then 2 people back from the dead and now whoever this was? David raised an eyebrow at Brandon who began to fidget. He hurriedly reached out to stop Carolina from walking past him to answer the door. "Wait! I…have to tell you guys something first." The red headed woman felt the former irritation return and resurface, this time on her face in a slight scowl. North swallowed and released her. Brittany spoke for him. "We weren't the only ones in the hospital. We were sent to break the ice, as he put it. You might want to be warned about who it is…" Carolina felt her heart race with hope and more than a little bit of fear.

"I think…I'll be fine." She practically ran up the stairs to the first floor. She didn't even bother to look out at the video feed for who it was she was so apprehensive. Carolina pulled the door open so fast a small gust of wind blew her hair back. Her heart stopped when she saw who it was. Down below Brandon was confirming David's suspicions on who it was. "Him?" Brittany snorted while Brandon nodded. He had a smile on his face that soon appeared on David's, and even his sister's. They heard nothing upstairs and waited for some sign it was safe to go up, talking as they did so.

Her breath had stopped along with her heart when Carolina looked into a single working brown eye and a white, milky eye. A familiar face she had once—and still—mourned was before her and all Carolina could do was stare. Agent New York, Foxtrot 12, was in shock himself. He remembered working with Tex and Wash and Delta to pretend he was dead, and then working as a professional lock picker off planet. And then North and South-Brandon and Brittany now-had contacted him-alive!-and told him that they had found Wash. They had sent him the coordinates…but forgotten to tell him that his gorgeous spitfire woman was alive too.

York swallowed, and as he looked with his one good eye into her bright green ones he remembered their last time together…fighting on the Mother of Invention. She looked ragged, his Carolina, but also like she was healing. He saw an emotion in her eyes and a wetness…wait, was she crying?! That jolted him out of his reverie and he stepped forward. Still outside the house, York reached out with a hand to tentatively touch her face. The tears formed and actually began to fall as Carolina reached up with her own hand to touch his. Both of them smiled a little bit before Carolina broke through the trance-like atmosphere. "York…you, you died. How are you still alive?" She said weakly. He swallowed. "It wasn't easy, I'll say that much champ." His thumb started to stroke her cheek. Carolina took a deep, heavy, breath and unconsciously moved her head further into his hand. "I…thought you were dead too, 'Lina. How…?" Guilt and confusion racked through her. She shook her head.

"Come in! We shouldn't be standing when we're talking." York grinned and nodded in agreement. "Just one thing." He said. Carolina was confused, and even as her eyebrows scrunched up he leaned up and forward slightly and pressed his lips to hers. The green pair of eyes widened. She wasn't responsive and York pressed himself against her a little bit more forcefully, his eyes pressed tightly shut. Carolina finally moved past the shock and kissed him back. York dropped his bags and wrapped both arms around her. She let him pull her body against him, and brought her own hands up and around his neck. Carolina pulled his head closer to hers to deepen the kiss. This went on for almost 3 minutes, the two of them making out. When they finally pulled apart both of them had swollen lips and were breathing heavily. York looked her in the eye, completely serious. His eye searched hers and he must have been happy with what he saw because he gave her a chaste kiss on her lips. He let go of Carolina to turn and pick up his things. As he was bent over his former leader raised a hand to her lips, her bright green eyes wide.

"So, where is everyone else?" York was able to ask with a smile as if he hadn't just kissed Carolina. They kissed! The realization hit him at the same time the fact that York was alive truly hit Carolina. Happiness and joy surged through her body right before anger came through. Her eyebrows came down in 2 hard, slanted lines before she walked right into York's personal space. "Where have you been?! Why didn't you even try to take down the Director?" York felt a little fearful for his wellbeing…as those down below knew he should. The door had shut already (courtesy of Church, who was spying on them) and so York didn't have to worry about watching his 6, more like putting everything he had into protecting his 12 o'clock. "Whoa there champ: I wasn't 100% alive that whole time!" That stopped her. "What do you mean, 100%?" Carolina asked. "I mean if I moved or breathed too much I could have died the first month." Fear rippled through her body but she didn't let it show.

"And then? Did you think that it would be fine for you to lie in bed while the Director was still out there?!" She asked. By now she was shaking with anger, and a little bit of betrayal. York could see that, and tried to fix the issue. "If I could have I would have been there with you! I had to stay in hiding, and once I was fully healed you guys had already taken him out!" Carolina stilled, and narrowed her eyes even more. She felt like there was something more but didn't say anything, just waited to hear what York would say. "I swear! If I had known you were alive I wouldn't have waited 'til I was healed: I would've been by your side!" That did it for Carolina. She felt her upper lip quiver and covered her face in both of her hands. Sobs racked her body and she fell to the ground, on her knees. She gritted her teeth as the tears fell, and squeezed her eyes shut, the salt water dripping from them faster than ever before. York dropped down to the ground in front of her, and pulled her hands away from her face. He didn't even stop to stare at her as he pulled her against his chest in a warm and strong hug.

"Oh York…" Carolina said as the tears finally began to slow. He shushed her and continued rocking back and forth, rubbing his hands up and down her sides. Their position was an awkward one, with York kneeling and Carolina slouched over his legs and in his arms, but neither of them minded. Carolina stopped crying and began to breathe in great big gulps. York tightened his grip on her momentarily, before moving them both to more comfortable places. He put his back against the door and his legs out, with Carolina in between them, still in his embrace. He sighed and began running his hands through her hair gently. Carolina let herself fully relax for the very first time in…so long, that she couldn't think of the last time she had let herself go like this. Apparently her thinking showed on her face because York was once again speaking.

"Is something wrong, Champ? Your forehead just crinkled up…" York asked. Carolina made an absent minded mental note to tell him about her name being Carolina and not to point things out like that as she sat up a little. The former female freelancer looked the other former freelancer in the eye for a few seconds. "James," she said, "I was just thinking." The thrill of hearing her say his real name, especially after so long, made York (or James) very happy. "Thinking 'bout what?" He asked. Carolina's brow "crinkled" even more so—he was far too jovial for such a serious reunion. She punched him on the arm. "How long it's been since I felt truly relaxed and happy." She replied as he rubbed the now sore spot. In the process of doing so, however, he ended up pulling Carolina closer to him. With her face barely a hairsbreadth away, York laid his forehead against hers. He looked into her eyes, those beautiful green eyes, and whispered to her.

"I love you so much Carolina. I don't want you to ever not be relaxed again. From now on I'll make sure you can sleep anywhere at any time because you'll be so relaxed, and I'll make sure no one'll bother you enough that you can't be relaxed and…" the look in her eyes made him trail off. James wasn't scared, per se, simply apprehensive as to the amount of physical pain and bodily harm that might befall him due to his romantic ramblings. He swallowed heavily as an idea came to him. A grin appeared on his face, and Carolina felt the suspicion she only associated with York begin to bubble up inside. Before she could reprimand him or correct him James kissed her again, on the lips. It stopped whatever complaints Carolina had, and silenced the two of them momentarily.


In the garage Lopez was working on his newest creation: a translator for human languages. Apparently the ones already created didn't work right for his "friends." Simmons and Sarge were in there with him. The older man was leaning over his robotic shoulder, trying to help him. Simmons was in his corner that he had claimed, and was tinkering with some type of handheld device. Griff walked in, and watched them for almost an entire minute, just standing there munching on a banana. "Whatcha' guys doin'?" He asked with his mouth full. "Dagnabbit Griff! What have I told you about eating in the garage? And no talking with food in your mouth!" The slightly overweight man only shrugged and swallowed his mouthful of fruit. "I don't remember Sarge. Besides: there can't be anything wrong with it if it's more efficient. You guys spend practically all your time here, not that I'm complaining but I miss Simmons!" He was whining by the end.

"Me? What did I do?" The cyborg/man in question asked. He looked up and saw his pouting roommate across the room. "Is something wrong?" Griff pouted even more and slouched…but only for a moment. Sarge's glare, even from the other side of the garage, was intense enough to straighten the former lazy soldier (still lazy) up a little. "I miss my roommate, Simmons! You haven't even gone to bed in our room for almost a week!" The news surprised the young man sitting down, and he immediately leapt up and ran to stand by Griff. "I'm so sorry Griff! Sarge, Lopez, I won't be back till I've properly made up to Griff. Have fun!" The two of them walked off and out of sight. Sarge and Lopez shared a look before the human shrugged and went back to watching the robot work and giving him pointers. Lopez, not needing to watch what he was doing, eyed whatever it was that Simmons had been working on. Sarge seemed oblivious to the fact that the robot was not listening to him. His gruff voice was bouncing off of the metal head and it's whirring insides as Lopez calculated the best time to take whatever it was and where to put the device so that el idiota y su amigo [the idiot and his friend] could not find it.