A/N: Here's chapter nine. Sorry for my delay.

Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue

Summary: A series of one-shots regarding some of the untold stories from our favorite gang in a canyon.

*A Sticky Situation*

Tucker groaned in annoyance as Tex dragged him up to the top of the base. "Tex, what the fuck do you want? It's three in the morning. Can't this shit wait?"

"No," she answered calmly. "I need to know something."

"Then why are you asking me?" Tucker asked. "I'm not exactly the smartest one here."

"No," Tex agreed. "But you're not the dumbest, either. That honor belongs to Church."

Tucker snickered, his mood semi-improving. "Yeah, it does. He was a fucking moron for letting you go."

"Flattery won't work, Tucker."

"Who said I was flattering you? You do have a nice ass."

THUMP!

Tucker winced, and he rubbed his shoulder. "Damn. Didn't think you'd fucking punch me over that."

"You're a dumbass." Tex sighed, and she pointed at the teleporter. "Do you know if this thing works?"

"No," he lied. He knew damn well it worked; he just didn't want to let her near the damn thing. "Wait, why are you asking?"

"Because I have a little experiment I want to try out," Tex answered. Her response definitely made a shiver crawl up Tucker's spine, and he shied away from her.

"I'm just going to walk away…" He let out a nervous chuckle.

"Get back here." Tex grabbed him by the arm and threw him through the teleporter.

Tucker's world spun around, and he let out a groan of pain as he fell on the ground. "Son of a bitch!"

He got to his feet, and he heard Tex yell in the distance. "Hey, are you alive!?"

"Yeah! No thanks to you!" Tucker yelled back.

He looked down at his armor, and he groaned in annoyance. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

Once again, that sticky black shit was all over his armor.

"Ha!" Tex laughed. "Don't worry, I'll help you. Got yourself in a sticky situation, huh?"

"Bow chicka bow wow." Tucker grinned.

"…I'll let you have that one."

A/N: Six more left. Hmm…what to do next…

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