Chapter 2

"I know Caboose isn't the worst choice for a boyfriend. After all, I did date Church. But what I want to know is...Are there any disappointments?"

"I don't understand."

"Well, are you in anyway unhappy? Does he not respect you? Insult you? Is he lame in bed or wherever you do it?"

"No, I'm very happy. He is very respectful, he only praises me and he is really good."

"I wouldn't have expected that from him. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who could maintain such a relationship. He's a child in the body of a bigger child."

"Yes, but he is still a wonderful man. And a relationship is maintained by both partners. I suppose that's the reason why you're relationship with Private Church didn't last."

"What do you mean? Are you...are you saying it's my fault?"

"Yes, exactly."

"Really? Then tell me, Sheila, what's wrong with me that destroyed my relationship with Church?"

"I don't know how to put this, but...you're a bit of a bitch."

"What? And that's why it didn't work out between me and Church? Do you know what kind of a guy Church is?"

"Yes, he is a mean bastard."

"Exactly. We're both mean. So, tell me, Sheila, whose at fault now?"

"Both of you."

"What?"

"You are both mean and immature, so you gave each other the fault for the bad flow of your relationship, leading it right into oblivion."

Tex was silent for a while. "So, if we both had tried a little harder to understand each other, then our relationship wouldn't have failed?"

"Correct."

Tex pondered about that for a while. "Excuse me." She ran off back to the base.

Later, Sheila was still waiting outside for someone to tell her how Caboose's treatment went. She had gotten so agitated that she moved right in front of the entrance.

Eventually, Doc came up, stunned at first at seeing a big turret in the entrance. "Sheila?"

"Hello, Medic DuFresne. How is Caboose?"

"Well..."

"HOW IS HE?"

"Oh god. He's fine. He's fine. We still had a gallon of his blood type, so we could give him a transfusion. Of course, he'll need a while to recover from..."

"SHEILA!"

They looked towards the voice of the energetic blonde running up to them.

"CABOOSE!"

He jumped on her and hugged her tight. "I've missed you, Sheila. Please, don't make me stay with the horrible doctor again."

"Oh, come on. I saved your life. Why do you keep calling me that?"

"This time you helped me. But last time I suffered from blood loss, you left me on the floor."

"You what?" Sheila pointed her turret at Doc. "You left Caboose to die?"

Now Doc was backing up, raising his hands in defense. "Not die. I knew he was gonna recover. He just needed some rest. Just like now."

"I don't need rest. I'm fine." He fell off of Sheila. "No, I'm not." Then he fainted.

"Yep, that's what I thought. He needs rest. I better put him into bed.

"Doc. Could you put him in my cockpit instead?"

"Umm, he also needs warmth."

"I have central heating."

He thought about that for a moment. "Alright." The he picked Caboose up and put him in the cockpit. "You sure about this?"

"Yes. I can keep him warm and it feels really good to have him inside me."

"Uhuh, sure. Anyway, I have to go now. Good night."

"Good night." He left. She drove a few meters back and turned her turret down. "And good night to you, my love."

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