Author's Note.

Anyone remember Book 3? Well despite how that particularly sexual and creative, also pretty horrible in my opinion, is going to have quite a few things in this and the coming chapters. Also, as a warning, for anyone who remembers reading Book 2 will be warned that our favorite and cryptic "Other Church" will make an appearance in a few chapters.

Now, to the story.

Disclaimer

The Halo franchise belongs to Bungie and Microsoft, Red vs Blue belongs to Rooster teeth. This is a fan made story.

Flamers and such, take a hitch-hike through the galaxy.

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Deanis stripped Church's undershirt off, throwing it to the side. His stomach was a little sponge like, and it made her wish she didn't have to open the body up to see just how worse it had gotten. Using her finger, she pressed the tip into the where the collar bone was and traced down to the edge of the stomach. The Artificial skin parted on her finger's path, revealing the artificial muscles and nerves underneath. They were supposed to be gray, even silver sometimes, but they were a dark green. Not a good sign.

She parted the nerves and muscles as she did the skin. Insides were horrific. Steam rose from inside in a large stream of white smoke, causing perspiration on Deanis's visor. She cleared it with a swipe of a gloved hand. This wasn't good. She pulled the flesh wide to get a more open look. The energy processor, or the artificial stomach, was overly full, suggesting a back up. The robot did not process food exactly, not the way regular humans did. Energy was either reserved or it was burned up, there was no waste, everything was used.

The 'lungs' had liquid excreting from them, broken filter probably. Heating and cooling was worse, even more fucked since the last time she saw it. The nerves weren't shot, not yet anyway, which won't matter if the body's insides go down. And everything was either filled or coated in some sort of clumpy, oily black gunk. First thing is first, find a way to get the body active enough that it kicks Church out.

She pressed against the artificial lungs, but pulled back. They were hot as hell, even with the armor it felt like she just touched a hot metal with her bare hands. This was going to be difficult if she can't touch the internals, and Tucker wasn't back with tools yet. Deanis had another idea, but she wasn't thrilled about it.

She reached up, and pressed the air seal to her helmet. It depressurized, and she removed it and set it aside. The air was cold in Blue base, possibly from being in the shade from the canyon's eternal sun. She pressed her lips to Church's, his skin was feverish even there, and blew air into them. It was like blowing air into a clogged tube, difficult and breathtaking.

Sucking in air, she blew into his mouth again. He coughed this time, causing Deanis to pull back. Church's eyes flickered, like he was trying to keep himself awake. He was looking at Deanis with fog in his eyes.

"Tex?" he said dreamily, "Tex is that you?"

Deanis was about to protest, but something in the back of her head stopped her. This wasn't a time to disagree, who knows how long he would stay awake.

"Yes," Deanis said, "Yeah, it's me… uh Leonard."

Church smiled weakly, "You came back."

"That's right, I'm back," Deanis had a queasy feeling, "Now, Church, I want you to do a small favor for me."

"Anything…"

"Can you leave your body?" Deanis was thinking that this was outlandish, but she had to try, "Please? I've gotta fix something."

"… I'll join you, Alison…" he said breathily, "..I'll…"

"Church, Church, come on stay with me," Deanis gently slapped his cheek as he returned to his comatose state. "Damn it."

Deanis took a deep breath of air, and blew into Church's mouth again. She had to try something, anything to get him awake at least. She tried again, but as she did someone came in inconveniently.

Sister, with her light brown hair down, her face freckled, her blue eyes tired. She was in panties, not even field just regular civilian panties, bright pink with a cartoon cat head poka-doted all over them. She had no bra on, showing two large breasts. She couldn't be more than sixteen at least.

"What's with all the noise?" She complained, rubbing one of her eyes, "Some people are trying to sleep here."

She noticed Deanis, and Church's open body.

"Is he dead? Are you kissing him?" Sister asked.

"No."

"So you're kissing a dead guy?" Sister said, oblivious to Deanis's answer, "That's kinda hot."

Deanis wanted to knock her out, but figure she should try a different approach, something she hadn't used in years.

"Do you know how late it is?" Deanis said, putting her hands on her hips, "It is way past your bed time."

"What're you my brother?" Sister said, rolling her eyes.

"Bed, now," Deanis pointed. Sister gave a disgusted sound and stomped off back to the barracks. Deanis released a breath. She hadn't played "Big Sister" in years, and by god she better not have to be put back into that role again. She didn't like it the first time, she fucking hated it now.

Deanis returned to her work. She blew into Church's mouth. Another cough, success. But then Church started gagging, choking on whatever was in his lungs. He clawed at his throat, and with his insides saying hello to the world, this would be a problem. Deanis pinned Church's arms down, causing him to struggle harder. She put her mouth against his and instead of blow, she pulled air from him.

It wasn't just hot air, something did come up. Church ripped his head away, and to the floor of the cafeteria and threw up black gunk. He did it twice before settling down. Deanis was lucky that she had moved herself before his little episode. He blinked his eyes several times like he just woke up from a deep sleep.

"What the hell…" He said, putting a hand to his head. Deanis put a firm hand on his shoulder, making sure she was pushing him again the table.

"Church, I don't want you to move right now."

"Deanis? What the fuck are you doing here?" He said, squinting his eyes, his voice a rasp. He tried to sit up, but couldn't against Deanis's weight pressing down from her hand. He lifted his head, and saw the opening.

"The Fuck? Is-Is that my stomach? What the hell is going on?"

"Calm down," Deanis said, "You're teammates brought me over here because your body failed on you. As the evidence in your guts and insides, and the floor, you're body is going and taking you with it."

"Christ…"

"Yeah, Christ," Deanis said, "Now I want you to bear with me. Can you leave your body?"

"Yeah, sure," Church said. He furrowed his brow, but nothing happened, "The hell? Let me try again." Nothing.

"You can't leave can you?"

"No… I don't understand."

"Well," Deanis sighed, "I guess we'll deal with that. Now I want you to do deep breaths, and if you need to puke, let me know first."

Church consented, as Deanis went back to the opening in his torso. The lungs were clearer inside now, and things weren't as steaming. She touched one of the lung stacks, causing Church to struggle a bit in breathing.

"That fucking feels weird…" he rasped.

"You guys wouldn't happen to have anything from Wyoming's suits, do ya?"

"No, why?"

"We're going to need supplies."

Tucker walked in, carrying a bright red metal box. He walked over to the table, and set the box down, the jiggle of tools inside. He made the mistake of looking into Church's insides, and what was on the floor.

"Dude that's gross," Tucker said.

"No more sick that you having a fucking alien baby," Church countered.

"You're awake?"

"No shit."

"Both of you shut it," Deanis said, "Tucker, we're going to need parts, can to get back to Red base and grab those white armor suits?"

"No way, I just got back from there," Tucker said.

"White suits?" Church said, "You mean from the Wyoming copies?"

"Sarge wanted to rebuild Lopez," Deanis said, "So he was using the armors' systems. For right now, I can clean your insides out Church, but we'll need replacement parts. I think I know another place where to get them."

PRE-HISTORY! Deanis had younger siblings!

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