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Chapter 7
Dammit. Not only am I just as far away from getting home as I was a few weeks ago, but NOW, I'm at a different base…with different guys…holding me HOSTAGE. Wonderfully done, Alex. You're definitely going to get home now.
Alex sighed, pushing her game controller aside and putting her legs up on a table near the couch in the Red Base's supposed "Rec Room." As she sat staring off into space, she gave more thought to her idea of escape and returning home. I could easily sneak out. These guys aren't THAT bright—I can find a way. The tricky part will be finding Caboose's mechanism to travel back to my time, and my world. Alex sat up straight at that thought, her arms prickling with a wave of goose bumps. Damn. She wasn't even close to being home—she was so far away, and she'd barely even registered it until now. She sucked in a deep breath. Fuck. She picked up her game controller again, unpausing her game. She was currently on a mission to finish Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.
"Heyyy, Ringo!" Alex jumped, exhaling as she recognized it was Grif who sat down next to her (turns out their medicine was way more advanced than hers, and it sped up the process). He felt much better after a few weeks of recovery, and had become her new buddy, being the only one to even care about him in the slightest so far other than Simmons, (Alex was sure healing him without the use of replacing his human parts with metal had something to do with it) and so he tended to stick around her for the most part. The bad thing was, a lot of his (and everyone elses') use of colorful language had gotten to her, and she found herself swearing much more often than she used to.
"Holy mother of FUCK you fuckin' scared me! Ever heard of announcing yourself? Shit!" she looked back to the screen. "I died."
"Sorry." Grif looked apologetic. "Anyways, I wanted to thank you again, for re-setting my shattered leg. You're like this one guy we knew once, Doc—except you actually healed us. So, uh…yeah. Thanks!"
Alex gave a wave of her hand. "Eh, it was nothing. I'm just glad you're walking this fast. Where I come from, it's totally unheard of. And kind of impossible." She smiled.
Grif chuckled. "Yeah, stuff's kind of advanced. Anyways, you down to play something?"
Alex sighed. "Nah, I just finished. I think I played with it for too long."
Grif opened his mouth to speak with a smirk on his face, but Alex cut in.
"Don't you even say 'that's what she said,' Grif."
"Is this piece of filth botherin' you?" Sarge bustled in at the first sign of conversation. Alex rolled her eyes—this same series of events had been taking place for the last few weeks. Alex couldn't stand it anymore. Which gives me even another reason to jet out of here as fast as I possibly can, she thought to herself.
"Sarge, it's totally fine. He was just asking to play a video game with me."
"Which is exactly my point," Sarge responded gruffly. "He's askin' you somethin'. Therefore, he's botherin' you."
Alex stood up now, wrapping up her controllers neatly and placing them back near the screen. "No, he's not. Seriously Sarge, why do you hate Grif so much?"
"Isn't it obvious? He's a total waste of space."
"Ah. It never gets answered honestly, does it?"
Alex spotted Simmons entering the room, eyeing her, and then leaving again with a sigh of frustration. Great. AND I have another member of this base who hates me for being the new favorite, and I don't even WANT the attention! "I preferred when Simmons was your favorite," she muttered to herself.
Caboose was sitting grumpily on the couch as Tucker and Church paced through the room.
"You know how Caboose is," Tucker muttered to Church. "When he's mad about something, he'll let us know! Well, I think he let us know days ago, and now he's just too fuckin' pissed at us to even talk now. You know that I can't fall asleep at night anymore, right? I'm afraid Caboose is gonna fuckin' murder me in my sleep because he's so mad!"
"Shut the fuck up, Tucker," Church growled. "You're not going to get killed in your sleep. Caboose can't even kill the right person when we're fighting other people."
"He's got better aim than you."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, TUCKER!" Church sighed. "We need to figure out a way to get Alex back, and telling me that my aim sucks won't help any." He sat down on a nearby chair, raking a hand through his black hair. Alex's cheeky smirk quickly flashed through his mind, and he suddenly felt guilty about letting her go to the Reds. It was, after all, his fault. And now they were outnumbered by two guys. It's not like she had planned to appear here. And not everyone can be as skilled as Tex. Hell, no one's as skilled as Tex. This girl's doing pretty well for someone who doesn't understand anything that's going on. Church couldn't figure out which part of his brain to listen to, but he knew that Alex's face would keep popping up in his mind if he didn't do something. Well, fuck it.
"Caboose?"
No answer. Caboose hadn't even looked up at them the entire time. Church wasn't even sure if he was paying any attention. He could've just been an empty suit for all he knew.
"Caboose?"
Tucker was silent, too. Apparently waiting for the big finish.
"I'm sorry for trading Alex. We all know I'm an asshole, and it doesn't need any more reaffirming. I'm thinking we can steal her back." He was secretly wincing. Church? Apologize?
"Oh, you're finally listening then?" Tucker rolled his eyes. "Caboose has been telling us to do that for days, you fucking moron. We should've been over there getting her back days ago! They could be torturing her!" Tucker sighed. "What a waste. She was hot, too…"
Church flared. "Tucker, if you don't shut the FUCK up in the next second, I swear, I'll shoot you."
Caboose lifted his head. "You two are so dumb." He stood up, and went for the doorway. "I'm going to go get Alex back. You two stay here, and don't mess anything up."
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