Thank you all for the reviews and advice! I'm glad this is enjoyable here is the next chapter, PT of course. This is my first GI Joe fic, in fact…it's my first story on fan fiction, but I've always written to myself before ;) What I'm saying is, please let me know if I don't get the characters right. I'm not sure if I've gotten the Sergeant Major Beach Head completely right in this, but I hope I have. Let me know otherwise and I hope you enjoy!

Also, I'm taking requests for Hubert's Joe name, because I got a good one and I was like…"Gee, I have no idea what his Joe name would be, and this is a good one, so I'm going to use it!" But I decided that if anyone else had an idea I'd like to hear that too! Thanks everyone!

"Look at all a' you!"

And look at all of you, Sergeant Major. Hubert had discovered, in a relatively short amount of time, that the Sergeant Major was not someone to be messed with. In fact, as a general rule, Hubert had decided that he would never irritate someone that could easily be the size of two Huberts put together, and the burly Sergeant Major could possibly be three Huberts. That was just way too many Huberts.

Hubert felt rather dwarfed in comparison, and that was not a feeling he was used too. Although lanky and generally unappealing to the public, Hubert had always been tall for his age. But apparently, his small home town was misleading. Apparently, there were giant men afoot that could kill him with a gentle poke to the chest.

"A 'right listen up maggots! I want you in proper order immediately so ah don't have ta go an organize ya all mahself! This ain't the third grade!" The decibel of sound was breath taking. How on earth could someone produce so much sound? Hubert was sure that the ground was trembling, or maybe it was just him. The rumors had been true, this man was scary, and Hubert had the best intentions. He would not open his mouth without being first spoken to directly. Hubert had a problem with answering any question in general, whether it be directed at him or not. His mouth, though it always seems to mean well, can be a bit of a problem.

The Sergeant Major was going down the roll call sheet, every now and then making a comment that mostly translated to 'why are you even here? You suck'. But Hubert kept his stunning cool, and kept his chin held high, only looking down once to notice that, somehow, in the time from his room to the course, his boot lace had come united. Now, it is true that Hubert had a very confusing and rather early morning, but he was very sure that he had tied his shoe in the correct fashion. But here the laces were, sprawled along the ground, hanging limp from their hold. How disgraceful.

"Boy! Somethin' interesting down there?" The loud boom was right near his ear, and Hubert straightened up faster than his mind could process what had been asked of him. Unfortunately, his automatic response system kicked in.

"No Sergeant Major Sir! I was just wondering if I should take the time to tie my shoes again or if you would get here before I had the chance too and…and obviously it has been the latter. I apologize for my lack of proper boot lacing…and I apologize for what I'm saying now…uhm…" Hubert trailed off when he realized he was treated by a very blank stare. Several, actually, some less blank than others. The Sergeant Major raised his eyebrows, the fabric around his face crinkling a little as he did so.

"You know what I'd like to apologize for, Hubert White?" Sergeant Major's voice was not loud and booming and instead sounded friendly and light. Hubert knew a storm was coming, but he decided to put his cards on the table. Maybe the Sergeant Major wasn't as bad as everyone said.

"No, I don't. What Sergeant Major sir?"

"…I'd like to apologize for the LACK of ARM MUSCLES you have. GET DOWN and you PUMP THEM OUT till I say you can STOP."

It was then that Hubert realized just how fast he could move when he needed too. He dropped to the ground and placed his hands in front of him, stunned by the fact that he was still here when everything in his natural instincts was telling him to run before he was eaten and digested. He felt strange, like the whole world had stopped around him. In his last regiment there had never been such an empty sound. But here, everyone was dead silent, except for the screaming of the Sergeant Major while he readied himself for the pushups.

"WHAT are you doing? I better see you on your knuckles FIVE SECONDS AGO. THE REST OF YOU! GET your sorry asses to the track and WARM UP!" Sergeant Major took a moment to look down at Hubert, who was, to his eternal credit, pushing up and down with his arms as fast as he could. "And you! Boy you'd better straighten out fast if you wanna stay here cause ah tell ya I ain't gonna deal with you if'n ya can't even tie you're damn boots right!"

Hubert pushed up again, wondering himself how his arms were still moving when he felt like they had fallen off after the first two pushups. Hubert had some muscle, contrary to his lackluster appearance. And what he lacked in muscle he gained in perseverance. He would do pushups for the Sergeant major until he managed to regain his status as a lowly maggot. Even if his arms did fall off.

"Maggot I want you doing those pushups until I decide you've gained some muscle, because dammit yew look like a grammaw! Do you have ANY questions?"

Hubert peeked up at the Sergeant Major and huffed out heavily, feeling his throat constricting already from the forced push-ups. Against his common sense, the uncomfortable tugging on his boot was driving him insane. He opened his mouth.

"Sergeant Major? May I tie my boot?"

"I told you you'd end up getting it good," Hoyden muttered, standing in line while waiting to be run through the obstacle course that looked an awful lot like a short cut to capital punishment to Hubert. In fact, Hubert's arms were still shaking. He had ended up doing pushups for a good fraction of time; most of it had been forgotten due to the pain in his arms and his ears.

"I did not get it good. I got it very badly. Don't insult me with your common use sarcasm," Hubert was in no mood for formalities now, seeing as he had gotten chewed out within the first five minutes of the day. But fortunately, he may have left somewhat of a good impression. The Sergeant Major had begrudgingly nodded after letting Hubert up, which Hubert could only take as a signal that he had regained his maggot status. This was not significant, seeing as he had started out that way. But at least he was no longer reduced to something lower than a buried dead insect.

"You call yourself a soldier, boy! Get movin I know ROADKILL that moves faster than you!"

Hubert looked over to the obstacle course, where the Sergeant Major was screaming at a short, buzzed head barreling through an open area, his plain clothing spotted with blue and yellow paintballs. Although the trainee was about the size of Hubert's left leg, he was build like a scale model of Hercules. Hubert huffed again, aggravated with his stunning lack of muscle. He knew, of course, that he had some. He had a range of theories as to why others thought he didn't and he came up with 1. his body was so stretched out that to compensate his muscles had to redistribute so that he did not have muscular arms and stick legs or 2. he has some sort of werewolf complex where his muscles only come out during the full moon.

Neither of these theories was very satisfying. His only hope was that somehow is mathematical skills would compensate for his spindly frame. Be that as it may, Hubert made it his goal to complete this obstacle course with flying colors, werewolf complex or not.

"Whoa…look at her," Hoyden was looking out of the corner of his eye, and Hubert turned his head to see what he was gazing at. A woman. A beautiful woman. With long red hair and a dangerous lurk in her eye. That woman….could beat his ass into the ground.

"I'd stay away from that," Hubert said, having experience in the field of 'women that are way out of his league'. "She probably isn't single and if she is…she wouldn't be interested in us…and if she were then she'd have poor taste and I would have to be appalled and decline."

Hoyden gave him a narrow eyed look and pursed his lips. "You're so strange…and I wasn't saying I was going to go after her per say, I was only acknowledging her presence. Never seen girls like her in basic you know?" Hoyden shrugged and looked back at the accumulating number of Joes in the stands. "What are they all doing here? They're making me nervous."

"How can you possibly expect yourself to do well in life when a few bystanders ruin your concentration?" Hubert smiled lightly, enjoying the feeling of having fewer nerves than someone else for a change. Unfortunately, the feeling was short-lived. When he looked back at the stands, his stomach nearly dropped into the floor, and then decided it was too cold and settled into his throat. "I guess watching us wash out is high amusement."

"Of course it is," a gruff voice behind Hubert made his cringe and he turned around, only to be face with air. He lowered his gaze by about two inches and was face to face with a red, puffy face. Apparently the man who had been running the course a few minutes before was now finished, and he looked angry. Hubert understood entirely, after all, he's never in a good mood after being shot by brightly colored balls of paint and after falling into pits of mud. "Even I find it amusing to watch people like you embarrass themselves. I'll be looking forward to your run."

"Lay off him, Martin." Hoyden straightened up and looked at him out of the corner of his dark Spanish eyes, looking ten times nastier than he had in the early morning, when Hubert had awoken him from his disastrous fall from the bed. "You don't look like you're the million dollar man either."

"Maybe not, but at least I'll keep my place here," Martin looked over and scanned the stands, looking from Joe to Joe until his eyes landed on a blonde haired women who looked like she belonged on the red carpet. "And I'll keep my place in her, too."

Hubert repressed a snort, and his acclimation of distaste was met with two beady eyes and a growly voice from the action figure in front of him.

"What's that supposed to mean, skinny?"

"Well…first of all, calling me skinny isn't particularly a good insult because I am skinny, and the most you have done is point out the obvious. Secondly, Martin, you need to learn your place. That girl is a ten. You are not a ten…well at least I can't imagine you would be you're the size of a gnome and you have the facial structure of a brain dead manatee. Thirdly…I don't have a thirdly. And I don't think I need one. I've made my point just fine." Hoyden blinked and then smiled, nodding his head that Hubert could only interpret as agreement.

Martin's face grew even redder and he poked one meaty finger into Hubert's chest. "Listen you pathetic excuse for life you'd better hope you-"

"White! Hoyden! Get yer asses movin! On the course!"

For the first time, Hubert was happy to hear the Sergeant Major screaming his name at the top of his lungs. Though he had no problems with speaking his mind, he did have a problem with physically fighting with his fists, considering his fists were rather slow and unharmful, he had no doubt that he would have lost. He took the opportunity to break away from Martin and trot to the starting line, taking a second to check his shoe laces. Hubert would not be ruined by inefficient laces again.

"You've got yer damn shoes tied now Chatty Kathy?" Sergeant Major looked particularly unamused, and Hubert would not make it any worse by running his mouth again.

"I do, Sergeant Major Sir!"

"Good. Now MOVE."

Hubert moved. God he moved. He moved faster than he thought he would. He reached the first wall, quickly realizing it was about a ten foot tall wall and he had about 20 feet until he reached the base of it. If he jumped when he was five feet away, he would be able to grab an upper portion of the rope and easily roll himself over the top. When the time came, he jumped, his long legs for once giving him an advantage in. He made the wall easily without too much effort, and he looked over his shoulder briefly to see Hoyden climbing the rope from the base, only a second behind him. His ability with real life math had seemed to help him before. Sometimes he could see it in his mind, calculating was something that came easily to him. Unfortunately, that was all he could calculate in this course. He had yet to find a way to use logarithms to doge paintballs or trigonometry to speed up his rope climb. In fact, jumping distances was about all that could be helped. Regardless, Hubert would take that help.

"Stop lookin' over yer shoulder and MOVE! Dammit how do ah managed to get stuck with you people ain't there NO ONE better in basic?"

Hubert huffed and reached a roped obstacle. Now, here is where his weaknesses came into play. Hubert had very little balance, so he elected to hang on to the underside of the rope and scoot his way across as fast as he could, and then there was nothing. Hubert had gone onto auto pilot, getting through the obstacles as easily as he could, though at some point Hoyden had managed to pull ahead of him. This most likely had something to do with his pace slowing down as a fat turtle's would.

"YOU'RE LOSING TIME BOY!"

I didn't know time was something I could lose, Hubert thought as he barreled through the open area, wincing as his thigh got splattered by a bright ball of paint and his shoulder was shot with another one, throwing him slightly off balance before he was able to get back on track again. When he crossed the finish line, five seconds after Hoyden, he was fairly sure that he was dead. He must be, because there was no way that he had managed to get through that without dying.

"How you doin there, White?"

"Great, Sergeant Major, Sir!" Hubert put his hands on his knees for a brief second before stand up straight again, panting like a hot dog in the summertime.

"You think you can breathe?"

"I think so, Sergeant Major, sir."

"Good. Because you are going to RUN THAT COURSE AGAIN UNTIL YOU DO IT IN THE APPROPRIATE TIME!"

"…yes, Sergeant Major sir!"

This was kinda just an introductory to PT and Sergeant Major Beach ;) which there will be more of in the next chapter, and definitely more Joes in the next chapter. I hope this is being enjoyed In the next chapter there will be more PT, Beach kicking a certain new trainees butt into next week, the greenshirt naming time :D and of course some ninjas in and hand to hand. Thanks for reading! OH…and anyone who can offer insight on how the greenshirts actually…receive their names? I'm not sure I remember exactly and I'd hate to get it wrong! Thank you!