Thought I'd add a lil epilogue on in how York and Delta were settling in :)

So far it had been another uneventful month in Valhalla but Wash was glad to note that York and Delta didn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon.

In fact they settled in faster than Wash had expected, he supposed that was just York's personality to make the best of things and get on with those around him.

Sarge didn't want to use him as target practice as he actually did the few things that were asked for him, he didn't suck up to Sarge either which solidified his standing with Simmons who didn't feel like shifting down the ranks, he didn't threaten or try to make Grif work plus he didn't hit on Sister which pleased Grif immensely, also he occasionally helped out Lopez able to throw a few spanish phrases back and forth which the robot was secretly thrilled at and he didn't shoo Donut away with his oddly phrased comments which cemented him as another BFF to the pink soldier.

Wash thought that maybe York enjoyed his company as Donut kind of had the personality of a younger sister, well not that they would know since the only siblings they'd known in project freelancer relatively well were North and South, and South wasn't exactly a shining example of femininity. Maybe Tucker was right in saying the only girls they did know were all scary part shark women with severe tempers.

Then again there was Grif's sister, and while she was definitely female he doubted she was a typical girl either, if the 'Ping pong trick' had any sway in whether she could be classed as an average girl or man eating rabbit.

After hearing from the simulation soldiers just how many times Sister had gotten pregnant if he had been interested in her before he certainly wasn't too keen now, the last thing he felt like was being attracted to a girl that if he so much sneezed at she would get pregnant.

He was certain in the idea that if somebody in the canyon got her pregnant Grif would suddenly go Texas on their ass, team mate or not, and anyway he was safe for the time being as she had set her sights on Delta.

Delta too had adjusted well to his new life and due to his copies interactions with most of the Reds and Blues before hand they were comfortable with him, Junior, Andy, Sheilah, Doc, and Sister didn't mind him either way and continued on with business as usual.

Well apart from the whole Sister was staring at him like a starving person and he was a piece of meat.

Delta had tried calmly explaining to her that he wasn't actually a person or in a body to do what she was thinking of, and even if he was he wouldn't anyway, but that had gone right over the top of her head and she'd followed up with "So we'd literally hook up? Awesome I'll get my cables!"

Delta had nodded saying "Yes that is corre- Wait what?"

Grif upon learning that Delta wasn't interested and couldn't do anything to his Sister decided he was fine with her going after him.

His reasoning "Hey I'd rather her going after something I know is unattainable then have her around Tucker."

Since York and Delta's arrival Washington had been frequenting the Red base in between 'battles' a lot more just to enjoy the feeling of having at least one living breathing person around that he could call a friend from his previous life.

So that's where they were now just sitting around in the Reds rec room talking.

York had decided to forgo the armor to chill out in his orange Grifball shirt and grey slacks whilst telling Wash about a job he did on the run, Donut was baking a cake in the kitchen area obviously eavesdropping the story though badly hiding it but York didn't mind and told it just that bit louder so the pink Private could hear easy.

"So I'm stuck in this hallway with guards coming both sides with no ammo left and a window in front of me, we were on the fifteenth floor and Delta tells me to jump, and because it's D I'm all for it. So I leap out this window and fall all fifteen stories down into a deep sewage pool and boy did it reek!"

Delta walked into the room with Grif and Simmons with him, he said "You didn't specify you wanted a clean escape York, if so I could have found an alternative route."

Washington smiled slightly and Donut tried to hide his giggles in the kitchen. York too had a twinkle in his eye "Why D did you just crack a joke?"

Delta stood across from them as Grif plonked himself on the sofa and Simmons sat in a chair, Grif like York was out of armor and smoking a cigarette.

Delta said "I suppose if that's what you would to think of it as."

York gestured the sofa space by Grif "D take a seat."

Delta looked at the sofa, then back to York "But I do not require to sit down as my body is mechanical it would be-"

York cut him off "Of spare me the techno talk and take a load off OK?"

Delta nodded "Complying."

He sat stiffly beside Grif who paid no notice, he glanced at York then did a double take, he pointed at his shirt warily.

"Hey York what's that on your shirt?"

York looked down "Huh? Oh you mean the logo? That's for this awesome sport called Grifball! Have you ever heard of it?"

Simmons covered a laugh in a cough as Grif's eye started twitching, York realized "Oh hey your names in it, what a weird coincidence. Do you want me to explain the rules of the game? It's really simple-"

Donut's giggles turned into full fledged laughter, Simmons tried to hide his grin behind a book and even Wash couldn't contain a chuckle that he tried to cover with his palm.

York cottoned on he was missing something, "What's so funny?"

Simmons said "Oh nothing, it's just you could say Grif is a big fan of the sport."

Donut came in and leaned on the back of York's chair "Yeah you might even say he knows the game so well you'd think he invented it."

Grif chewed his fag end roughly "Screw you guys."

Washington couldn't help say "No really Grif tell us how long you've been following the game."

York looked puzzled so Delta clued him in with "I believe the sport of Grifball was originated by a bunch of Red and Blue soldiers that quickly swept across the nation as a professional past time."

York clicked "Wait- You mean to tell me you guys invented the game?!" He looked at Grif "So it's called Grifball because-"

Sarge called out "Hey Grif get out here! The Blues have come over and challenged us to a game of Grifball! And how can we play without you to smash, stab, kill and blow up!?"

Washington had never seen York so desperately try to keep a straight face as he asked "Hey Grif could you sign my t-shirt?"