A/N: Here is that second chapter I promised. Right now I am qorking on the chapter 5 and am lovint it. Please review with helpful critiscism and I am sorry for spelling sheek wrong, hopefully you guys can still understand it, Have lots of fun reading and watch Georgia get herself into a lot of trouble with her language and about how North really feels about Georgia. Is it love at first sight or just a trip to the tip to get dumped? You review! You decide! Epic Rvb fanfiction which will nevermake it to history.

disclaimer: I do not own Rvb or it's characters nor make a profit from this fanfiction ( What a shame). I only own Georgia for she is the property Of Just A Pinch Of Anime inc.

Her hair was as dark as a cup of freshly brewed coffee with its obviously natural highlights which were also clearly inherited from her mother, her skin was pale and she had the brightest pink cheeks I had ever seen. Her eyes as blue as the clearest of oceans and her teeth as shiny as the sun. To me she was the prettiest thing I had ever set eyes on and the way that she was shy just blew me off my feet with questions. How could a girl so beautiful be so shy that she would try and hide away from everyone? One thing was, she was the boss's daughter and he had only just got her back and by the look of things he wasn't letting her go. She was beautiful and the more I stared at her it just became clearer. "So George, do you get what an A.I is?" I ask while my questions still float around my head like tiny balloons. She gave me a glare that could literally send death knocking on a healthy pope's door. "It is Georgia. Not George. Not Georgie. Georg-ia" she sounded out the syllables on her last sentence like it was the most important thing in the world to her. When wash had led her in to the locker room there were only guys; me, York, Maine, wash and Wyoming. All guys... Let's just say when she sat down she looked more than a little uncomfortable. South was long gone and I don't think Carolina was going to leave the training room floor for another hour so she was completely surrounded by the males of the group. "Can I train with her?" came an innocent question as she pointed up to the monitor which had full view of Carolina training in the training room. It took a bit to process that thought into my mind, as so it did for the other boys but no matter the time difference in are realisation, the answer was still the same. "NO!" we all screamed in union, she held her hands up as if to say ' don't hurt me I just asked a question', "ok, ok, ok. Why not?" This took a bit longer to process, no union this time, no same answer, just random answers in random orders. "You are still recovering from your wounds!" I shout first, " She is b*tchy because it is her time of month!" was York's. "She doesn't want to train with anyone else!" was Wyoming's, "she is busy...?" came a half hearted reply from Wash and the final reassurance was from Maine. " GRRRRRR HISSSSS GR" which translated to 'She would whoop your sorry little ass and little lover boy over there isn't going to let you, his ' love at first sight', go and get yourself killed...' everyone laughed at his joke, everyone accept me and Georgia, mainly because she wouldn't understand Maine if her life depend on it, which someday it possibly might. "I am going to go train against her... mainly because none of you can give me a valid reason why I can't go and train with her apart from a growl and hiss. So, see-ya!" insisted Georgia. She started to walk out the door. With every stride that she took my heart only wished greater that she wouldn't go down there and that she would stop and kiss me. I guess that was when my heart controlled my hands and I ended up grabbing her right arm as she walked passed me. "A person with wounds shouldn't be the type to fight against Carolina. Why don't you play it safe and stay up here with us or possibly train against one of us If Carolina will get off the training room floor and possibly help you through your radio in your helmet?"I ask kindly, still having a strong grip on her right arm. "Fine... Can I versus him?" she compromised; I slowly followed her arm to where it was pointing. I let a nervous chuckle, there was no way in hell was I letting her go against... Him and sigma. I could think of a hundred excuses but soon noticed that Maine was walking down to the training room floor, Sigma now on his shoulder. Now that I noticed Sigma, I noticed that Theta was on my own shoulder and that Gamma was on Wyoming's shoulder and that Delta was on York's. They were all saying the same thing, "It's her... It is really her. Really and truly her..." "Delta? What are you mumbling about?"Questioned York as he noticed the tiny green figure on his shoulder, "We were all whispering about Agent Georgia. We are very happy to see her that is all Agent New York..."Delta replied as he looked at Georgia while she was walking down to the training room floor. My mind wandered away from their soon-to-be argument as I walked over to the observer of the training floor and saw Maine and Sigma talking to Carolina with Georgia nodding to whatever Maine said. Reluctantly Carolina withdrew from the training room and sat beside me, taking off her helmet and looking me straight in the eyes, "Why do you like her?" she blurted out. "Huh? What are you talking about? I honestly don't know what you are talking about" I lie. "Oh come on North. Kick him Georgia! Sorry, I am talking to Georgia through her radio but seriously everybody can see it. You have thing for Georgia and we can all see it. That is why South threw her food on her, "related Carolina as she hunched over the controls and talked to Georgia, well more like yelled at Georgia, and controlled her like a little puppet."It wasn't on purpose. It was an accident and nobody knows because I don't have a 'thing' for Georgia!" well I was right there, I didn't have a 'thing' for Georgia. I had a major thing for Georgia. The way her hair flowed underneath the wind of the pelican's propellers and the way her innocence wasn't an act. "I'm sorry North I couldn't hear you over your ignorance. That and the fact that your fantasy girlfriend is beating up Maine. You need a reality check, kick him in his balls Georgia!" Carolina mocked me while she moved her puppet at will. Maybe she was right.. Maybe I needed to be more forward with Georgia. When she comes out of the training room floor I will commence my plan. I walk over to stand beside Carolina and looked down and I saw the funniest sight I had ever seen, Maine was on the floor curled up in a ball while Georgia was beating the crap out of him. Oh, what good times.

I was sweating buckets and felt like a puppet with the way Carolina was yelling at me but I let it slide, after all she was number one on the leader board, at least that is what I had heard from some other agents. If I was going to get close to the director without the fact that I am his daughter in mind, I needed to get high on that very leader board and if I listened to her I could go far. I walked up to the observer and opened the complicated door. I saw Carolina and North without their helmets on, so I took off my white and gold helmet and shook me sweat-drenched hair like a dog. "Good round Georgia, with a bit of work you could beat Maine without my help. "Commended Carolina as she came over and patted my back. "Good job Georgia." agreed North. "Thanks North. Is there any other training I could do?"I ask hopefully. From the corner of my eye I see a bruised and shattered Maine bash the control pad to open the door and stumble in and fall onto his knees in pain from his previous ball kicking. "Well, with the state that Maine is in now. I would say...no, sorry Georgia but I think Maine has had enough." North replied as he scratched the back of his head. A little flame covered guy suddenly appeared on Maine's shoulder and seemed to look at me and smile, Maine turned his big bald head towards him and growled and snarled in his strange language. Maybe that is how Brazilians speak? I dunno. "Ummm, small dude. You ummm seem to be ON FIRE!" I point out in a screaming manner. I feel a strong, protective, reassuring hand fall on my shoulder and hear an easily recognisable voice, "He knows that Georgia. He is an A.I, but only a fragment of one. I created him with the councillor, his name is Sigma. He used to be attached to Carolina but because of an accident Maine became unable to speak , so Carolina gave agent Maine Sigma so that he could he communicate with his other agents. Let us see what Agent Maine just said..." implied the director even though it was a command. Sigma decided that it would be a good idea to cough and then start with a stupid hello to my father and I "Good Morning Director, good morning Georgia. Agent Maine responded to North's comment by saying that He hasn't had enough and would gladly fight Georgia again, this time in the training activity; paint." What was Paint? Maybe it stood for painful. agonising. Intense. Nut. Twisting? Ha that would be funny but I don't really want to imagine it. "What is paint?" I question, really wanting to know what it is. "Paint. It is a training method that the councillor and I created to test your aim, tactics, weaponry skills and your intelligence. You are each given a gun, but instead of bullets it has a liquid inside. Once the liquid is fired and lands it turns as hard as rock making you unable to move that limb or area. It is a type of training that is not used everyday but rather on an occasional basis. Georgia shall not be participating because she is not permitted to be anywhere other than her room, the mess hall, my office and the halls leading to those rooms. She will be having a nice conversation with me instead, in my office. Right now Georgia," "WHAT THE F*CK! I AM NOT F*CKEN 16 YEARS OLD ANYMORE!" I scream at him. "Language Georgia!" he scolds as he whacks me across the back of the head. I feel like I am 16 again, same orders to go to my room or that I am grounded and can't go to or from certain places or that I can't say certain words. Exactly the same...

And it sucks major ass.

"Why the f*ck can't I train with them dad?" I was sitting in his high-tech office, wait change that, and I am standing in his high-tech office as I do not officially have the right to sit down yet. He had basically given me this lecture to which I have no clue what it was about but it took forever and I really didn't pay attention in case you didn't notice. "Language Georgia! Because you are still wounded and I love you too much to let you get hurt. Georgia, I want you to know that I love you more than you think, that's why I won't let you do those things. The rules I have set for you are there to keep you safe. They're not there to put a line between you and everyone else." he calmly informed me. "But you are dad! You are! I can't train with them; I can't swear like they can, I can't go where they can! There is now a clear line between us and you just keep on making it thicker!"I yell. "Georgia... Not all of them are my daughter like you are, that is something you need to take into consideration as well. About your armour, I will have a team fix your bullet holes and oxygen sensors. When you took off your armour you could have died because you didn't check it. That is a fact not a question. With that in mind you cannot attend the mission based for today, so how about instead of moping around how about we have a nice chat. Hmmm?" Ok, true I didn't check my oxygen levels before I took off my helmet and I probably would have died, true that but I will not abort my first mission for this squadron because of some tiny dents in my armour. That is just wrong, plain and simple. That was when the whimpering and arguing truly began "No! I have a few dents in my armour, whoopdee f*cken doo. It still functions perfectly as does my oxygen reader and provider! Look dad, I love you but...but...but I am not the same girl that left performing arts school at 16." I argue back. I think in some ways he might have understood what he said, if he hadn't of opened his big trap and wrecked that theory! "I am talking to you not as your father but as your commanding officer, you will report to me after the squadron has finished their mission briefing and has departed to the location and we will discuss the opposing issues at hand and if you co-operate like a good agent you will receive a gift, only if you co-operate with us not against me. Understood Agent Georgia?" "You know even when you use 'advance speech ' you still manage to treat me like a little girl," I implied bluntly, "You will always be my little girl Georgia, even when your 64. I still love you, you know?" By now I had turned around and was halfway out the door. "I know dad...I know..."

They had all left for their mission 10 minutes ago and I was still walking towards my Dad's office, he hated it when people were late especially if he had a meeting with them."Oh, Agent Georgia. Are you looking for your father?" the councillor said straight before I turned around to his voice, even though this guy gave me the creeps he was trying to help me so I wasn't going to be rude, I let out a nervous giggle "uh yeah... Heh these halls are so confusing. Would you mind giving me some directions? If that isn't too much to ask... Heh Heh," I inquired in pure and utter confusion. "I can do one thing better Agent Georgia; I can take you to there. I also need to see him about... some things Follow me..." answered the councillor as he walked in the complete opposite direction to where I had been heading. "Sooooo... What are these things that you need to talk about with my dad?" I inquire curiously "I am sorry Georgia. These things are very important, and with importance come classification. This information is only for your father's knowledge." he informed me as we walked forwards and turned left. "Ok..." I mumble. We turned left and right and left and right till the councillor stopped, but my legs thought it would be a good idea to keep walking, straight into the councillor. I fell over while he managed to stay standing and only wobble for a second till he regained his balance, then my vision went blurry. Oh no, my contacts had fallen out! To be honest, I was as blind as bat without them or my glasses and everything was just moving or non-moving blobs of colours. "I'm sorry councillor. I didn't think you were stopping so I continued to walk," I said as I fumbled for my lost contact lenses which seemed to be out of my arm's reach. "It is quite alright Georgia. Are you ok though? You don't seem to be getting off the floor, would you like a hand?" He asked me. "I umm can't. I lost my contact lenses and now I can't see anything apart from blurs of colour," I giggle nervously. My hand landed on something that was cold and metal, I brushed my hand over it and it seemed to slide to the left. Then my hand went searching the newly found floor and brushed over what seemed like hard leather, like you would find on a very fine shoe. Then straight afterwards it found a jumpsuit type material, like the one that the director and the councillor are wearing and like what I was wearing now I heard someone chuckle and then I heard a "Heh hmm..". I don't know who coughed but I had to find my contact lenses and make sure they didn't have any scratches on them, so I really didn't have time to say bless you or whatever you say when someone coughs. I feel something slide on the top of my nose and behind the tops of my ears, I automatically start to blink and realise that once I fully open my eyes I can see clearly. The first thing I saw after I started blinking uncomfortably was my father, He was kneeling so that he was my height and he had a slight smile on his face , he was wearing no glasses and had his left eyebrow raised. "Thanks Dad..". He gave me his hand and he stood up, pulling me up with him."Its ok, you know you get your bad eye sight from me? Except your eye sight is far worse than mine. Now how about while the councillor and I talk you stay out here till we finish our meeting."He says as he nods at the councillor. I hug him tightly but instead of the desired response I feel him stiffen up like a rock, "What's wrong dad?"I question worriedly. "N-N-nothing honey... Daddy just hasn't had affection since I left and you ran away...nothing is wrong at all...nothing" he finished as he slowly put his arms around me and pated my back lightly (A/N: sorta like Sheldon does in the Big Bang Theory, except more loving and compassionate). Then he and the councillor walked into his office, leaving me all alone in the halls.

I just leaned up against the wall as the councillor and my father talked. Eventually a guy in rookie armour decided to wander down the hallway I was in, he kept on starring at me for a bit and eventually came up to me. "You must be the Director's daughter. Georgia, right?" he asked "Yeah, why?" Then the guy took off his helmet and gave me a sly smile, he had deep chestnut coloured eyes and a mousey brown coloured hair. High cheek bones and he was tall, he was kinda hot. "I'm James. Nice to meet someone as pretty as you" he flirted. "uhh Hi nice to meet you too, I guess. Well I better be going... so umm bye "I said fast as I turned around and tried to walk away but he grabbed my arm, "Hey! Why are you going so fast? There is plenty to talk about while your daddy is busy. Come on, let's have some fun~" he said softly as he pulled me into his stomach so that he was hugging me from behind. "I don't plan to because I don't want to, "I struggled in his grip as he tried to talk me up."You don't have to want it to enjoy it~... Come on now. Don't be shy... we could do a lot together~ including a few things to do with a bed~" he whispered in my ear. I was scared to the max and just hoped that my Dad would come out soon and get this creep away from me. Then I saw some violet coloured armour, and then some aqua, then some khaki, then some white, some greyish/white, and last was orchid. I struggled more in his grip and tried to get the attention of Maine or York or someone. "Get off of me!" I squeal. I see the guys and Carolina's head turn, "why should I? he asked rudely. "Get off of me! I don't like you and I will kick you in the balls if you don't let me go!" I squeal and get ready to kick him. "I think you should get off of Georgia now, before her kicking you in the balls won't be the only violence happening, "threatened North as he, York, Wyoming and Maine stood around the creep. "Oh, yeah? Well bring it!" he fought back. "Private James Connar, I think you should leave my daughter alone this instant," screamed my father as he walked out and saw the creep. Reluctantly that creep let go of me and I hugged North. "Thank you North, thanks York, thanks Maine and Wyoming, thank you daddy. You got that creep off of me "I sighed in relief. I felt North hug me back and I blushed as I had forgotten I was hugging him, his armour was warm and he had obviously been working his ass off on the mission. 'You're welcome George- I mean Georgia. Sorry didn't mean to call you that, it was an accident."He apologised. It was really sweet that he remembered "No, I sorta like being called George, it sounds better the being called Georgia all day, that is for sure. How did the mission go?" I ask trying to change the topic away from James, even saying his name made me shiver in disgust," It went well, we achieved the mission objective in record time, we blew up a few buildings while we were at it and then saw it on fire. Hey, you wouldn't be hungry would you? I'm sure everyone would want a bite to eat after that eventful day; you can join us if you want. "He smiled. I saw York nodding and Carolina doing a Thumbs up to North, was there something I wasn't knowing about? I looked at my Dad, requesting to leave our meeting with my eyes; "You can go Georgia-" he started. "Yes!" I squealed, "But let me give you your gift first. It looks like you need them and it also there to say happy birthday for the 7 I have missed." he finished as he hand me a square box with a small bow on it. "Thanks dad... that was really sweet of you- OH MY GOD THEY ARE AMAZING!" I nearly busted everyone's eardrums with that squeal as I looked at the big, nerdy, black glasses with dialmonties on the sides spelling out 'I'm not a nerd, I'm a sheek geek'. "Wow! That girl can squeal!" said Wyoming as I handed Dad back his glasses and put on mine. "Not as much as young James over here will squeal when he and Maine are put up against each other in a last man standing match, "exclaimed father proudly."Off you go sheek geek," he finished.