"Ah hee heee hehee! Na-quit! That tickles!"

Flailing her legs in desperation, Lucky could only flap, tied in her chair, as she was mercilessly tickled. Lopez, for all his stern, emotionless robotics, was merciless when it came to interrigation and torture. Lucky laughed hoarsely, sides aching horribly. To the contrary, she was under serious pressure. If he kept this up to long, her intestines would twist and twist with laughter until she....well...y'know...

"Gack!" She finally managed to contort her face into a tortured grimace, "L-Lopez! I can't ke-keep this up!"

"I' m solamente el queso de cerdo de esta operación. What' ¿s el peor que podría suceder?" (I'm only the brawns of the operation. What's the worst that could happen?)

"I could choke! I got-gotta breathe!" she coughed out between forced laughs. Just when her face began turning blue with laughter-

"Lopez! Get out to the turrents! We need cover! Those fools are gathering on the beach!" yelled O'Malley through the speakers. Instantly he stopped tickling Lucky who gasped in air, her face gradually changing back to its soft peachy color. He opened the door where O'Malley stood on the other side.

"Did you learn anything from the prisoner?"

"No, ella dice que ella no sabe cualquier cosa," (No, she says she doesn't know anything)

"Well once you eliminate those idiots outside, come back and try again. Doc says he needs to speak with the prisoner for something." O'Malley grumbled, submitting to Doc's will as Lopez hurried to his defensive turrent. Doc sat down and took off his helmet. Lucky couldn't help but remember a stir of affection from old times. He still had hippie long brown hair, and he still wore his glasses pressed firmly to his face. His face was slightly sweaty with nervousness as he bit his lip.

"It's been a while...I guess..." he said, mumbling. Lucky smiled back, despite it all.

"It's not everyday your ex-boyfriend gets infected with your old pal's AI and kidnaps you," she joked. His lips twitched with a small smile at her light hearted attitude. But then it became serious.

"I just wanted to know...how it got so awkward between us...."

"Frank-"

"Call me Doc, everyone else does,"

"Well...Doc...don't get me wrong it was fun and all....but," she reddened slightly and looked off out the window, "After our first time...y'know...having sex and all-"

"Wait a minute," O'Malley interrupted. Lucky was shocked to see O'Malley cause Doc's hair to sharpen and shrink. His eyes became much colder and more pointed, like a cat's eye, and he had an awful look of disgust on his face, "You slept with this dolt?!" Lucky turned violent red at this.

"We were nineteen! We'd been dating for years already and well...we did what most people did at that age!" she defended. Doc snapped back into control.

"Yeah but...why was it so awkward for us?"

"Well...no offense Doc...but when you date someone with hopes for a more serious relationships, being able to stand having sex with the guy is kinda essential."

"You hated having sex with me?!"

"No its not that! It just....didn't fit right..." Lucky was blushing a deep burgundy now.

"Didn't fit right?!"

"I just felt like it wasn't going to work out. It made me think harder about...well about a lot of things...Like why I dated you in the first place." Doc was aghast and hurt.

"Why did you? I thought you liked me!"

"I did, I do! But think about it! You got to live and think freely while I was under the tyrannical reign of my ex-marine mother! Don't you think I was looking for a little rebellion? A little freedom?!"

"So I was you freedom train?!"

"Well in a sense-"

"Shut up! Both of you shut up!" O'Malley howled, "You're driving me up the walls here! First off," he said, pointing to himself, referring to Doc, "You having sex with anyone is just gross. Simply disgusting!" Doc's face contorted slightly with O'Malley's as he looked both irritated and disdainful, "And you!" he shouted pointing at Lucky, "I do not need to hear about your stupid angsty past and your stupid awkward ex-boyfriends! I need information on those imbeciles in the gulch! NOW!"

"But I don't know anything!" she yelled back, "I just got to work there as a secretary! I barely got to the canyon when you came around and freaking kidnapped me!" Doc groaned.

"This sucks. First I kidnap my ex-girlfriend, then I find out I'm terrible in bed. This day cannot get any-"

*BOOM*

"AY YAY AY!" scream Lopez, head zooming through the air. O'Malley growled at Doc.

"Were you about to say worse?!"

*Hours before, on the beach...*

"Okay, here's the plan," laid out Tex, drawing in the sand, "First, the Donut and I will take out the turrents with the grenades. Once they're gone, the rest of you spread out in pairs. One Red with one blue. Sarge, you go with Tucker. Grif, you go with Caboose, Simmons, you go with Church. Sister will hang back with me and Donut. She can go with Donut and I'll go after O'Malley on my own. Everyone needs to work on finding Lucky. Got it?"

"Got it," replied Sarge, "Although I still think we ought to consider using Grif to draw off the fire," he asked, eyeing Grif who rolled his eyes grumpily.

"As much as I hate to work with the Blues, I agree with Tex. For once I'm not being used for a distraction."

"Okay, but once Tex and Donut blow the turrents, we gotta move fast, and quietly," said Church, looking specifically at Caboose, "That means you can't talk Caboose. At all."

Caboose gulped under Church's strict stare but nodded. Anything was worth rescuing dear, sweet Lucky. Even if it meant working with any potential competition. He eyed his partner Grif suspiciously. Both of them were blond, but Caboose's hair was a lighter sunnier blond, while Grif's was sandy. Caboose felt his hair in comparison. It was smooth and evenly parted, but Grif's was ruffled and choppy. Would Lucky find such ruggedness attractive? Nervously, Caboose tried to assert himself. No way! It just proved to Lucky that Grif was a no-good-lazy-do nothing. Caboose agreed with himself; neat hair was way better.

Grif wasn't even considering competition of any sorts. He felt he was already ahead of the game. As far as he could tell everyone else was simply out of his league. Simmons was a kiss ass. Sarge was just unthinkable. Tucker was a slut. Church was an angsty bitch. Donut's sexuality was questionable. And Caboose was just an idiot. With slight smugness, he disregarded the rest. Grif may have lazy habits, but chicks like a laidback guy. And his wild looks were bound to lure in a freedom seeking girl like Lucky. Oh hells ya.