Chapter 2

Grif felt the world turn black as he watch Simmons stealing away his oxygen only to come to staring into to a dull ceiling.

All he could remember was the feeling of Simmons' hand around this throat and the feel of it gripping ever so tightly. How he couldn't breathe and lost into unconsciousness. He struggled a bit to sit up. His gaze glided through the room noticing it wasn't the locker room anymore but in Sarge's creepy surgery room. Just as he got a good look of the room he felt his hair suddenly get pulled back and was forced onto his back. He open his eyes and was staring into his CO's greenish-gray eyes with his ocean blue eyes. His face went into a scowl.

Sarge glared back and growling then angrily sighing.

"You wanted to know what wrong with Simmons' right."

"What it to you old man"

"Fine, be a little bastard about it, not like I care if you get knowing about Simmons', who know it be a disease and it now in ya"

"You would be happy if I die"

"No shit, dirt bag."

"Well why not now?"

"I don't have time for you being a dumb ass"

"That what your wi-"

Sarge gave Grif a good helping of a fist into soldier's face then having Grif' holding his face feeling blood running down his nose again.

"Ow! What the fuck!?"

"Leave Simmons' mother out of this!"

"…"

"…"

"What does Simmons' mom have to do with this?"

"None of your damn business, punk!"

A barrage of fists and kicks from the older male was sent upon the orange solider when he felt the man about give in Grif tackled down him to the ground as they brawled it out, letting their fist do the talking where their lips could not.

Sarge slammed his heavily platted armor fist to Grif's cheek as the other male grabbed onto what he thought was Sarge's dog tags with his chubby hand.

'Wait! that not a dog tag!"

Grif blinked as his glove fingers felt this chain as it was a soft and lighter than the normal dog-tags. Just as he pulled on it he felt Sarge's large hands on his rounded chest and pushing him hard into the wall. Grif was about to shout in pain and confusion when he got his mouth cover by an armor hand. He felt his body shaking. He looked into Sarge's greenish-gray eyes wondering why they looked so familiar.

Then it clicked finally.

"Oh..my...god"

He muffled as his blue eyes widen. It couldn't be possible. His thoughts rushed through his head trying to make sense of the puzzle. His gaze went and looked green eyes again and all he saw Simmons' eyes right through this bastard's eyes. Then looking down at the broken the delicate chain feeling it having a charm on it.

"You just figured it out you're a real dumb fucking idiot."

Grif just realize that Sarge was…it couldn't be but it was...

"Your're Simmons' dad?!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~At Blue Base~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Snoring finally came to the base as a dark blue solider went to sleep after getting medicine for his unusual illness. The young blue solider been acting fine from one minute then to be almost passing out every five seconds, him vomiting up his food and not being able to touch the stuff without gagging. Then not being able to stay awake in the day time.

"Poor guy"

The soothing voice of the man that watch as the young solider slept. He put a hand through his chestnut brown hair and looked at his findings and the only thing that was odd was the fact that Caboose's white blood cells were destroying themselves and his blood pressure was shooting down. Sadly to say he didn't know why this was happening. The only clue he found was a bite mark on his neck and claw marks on his chest.

"Doc, what wrong with him"

Doc turn to see the blue team leader, Church, standing in the doorway with arms folded over his chest. His raven black hair falling down to his neck and blue eyes watching his rookie sleeping. His eyes looked restless and face was pale. Doc looked at him and down.

"I-I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

Doc squeaked when he heard Church growling at him.

"I don't know but I will see what I can do to help him out. I manage to put him asleep for a little while but…I don't know Church its bad."

"What are you saying Doc?"

"I'm saying…"

"..."

"..."

"Why are you pausing, I'm not going to stop you"

"Oh no that was for dramatic effect, Caboose is dying"

"...Wait! What?!"

Hello again loves. I hope you been enjoying this story...Poor Caboose. Stay tune to see what happening next.

Grif, Sarge, Church, Caboose, & Doc belongs to: Rooster Teeth

~Peace~