Author's Note.

Another Chapter.

Okay, things will be a bit mushy for this and the next chapter. I have no Idea what I was thinking about even considering Deanis having other emotions about her team, I still think she should be the emotionless hard-core bitch, but you guys decide.

Disclaimer

WarBound is a nonprofit fan story. Halo, Halo 2, Halo 3, Halo Reach and Halo Wars are products of Bungie and produced by Microsoft. Blood Gulch Chronicles and the Reconstruction, and Season 9 are owned by Roaster Teeth. Any Original Characters are owned by the author and shall not be used without the author's permission.

All Flamers and of the such can kiss Sarge's ass.

Chapter 10 – Flank Each Other

Deanis and Lopez ran along side the tank, Shelia, whom Tucker is currently driving at the moment. Chaos was ensuing, mainly because Tucker can't drive the tank very well and apparent the currently incapacitated Caboose can.

"Ahh, Sheila we have to slow down or we're gonna run into that jeep!" Tucker yelled, much to the dismay of Deanis. She was pretty sure that Sarge wouldn't like the Warthog to be completely destroyed.

"Please take evasive action. Please take evasive action," Shelia warned.

"You take evasive action!" Tucker countered, "Hey Lopez help me out, can't you talk to her?"

"Lo siento. No soy bueno en hablar con mujeres hermosas. Recibo sudoroso," Lopez said.

It wasn't until then when Deanis spotted that there were two people behind the Jeep. One in clad orange the other in pink. Grif and Donut. FUCK! Deanis forced her legs to move faster than the tank, but she could only get to the tip of its front wheels. Ignoring her burning lungs, she screamed.

"GRIF! DONUT! RUN, GET OUT OF THERE!"

It wasn't a total failure, because Donut ran into the base. But it wasn't a success, Grif waited too long. She couldn't get to him or even yell before the tank ran head long into the base. The resonating explosion knocked both Lopez and Deanis off their feet.

Deanis, by luck, didn't land on her head or really hard on that matter. She landed nicly on her ass though. Rubbing the pelvis armor plating Deanis got up, Lopez not long after.

God, she wasn't quite sure if Grif died from being run over by a tank. Damn it! She wanted to kill him. Or at least watch him die by Sarge's hand.

There wasn't any time to waste. Deanis bolted inside red base. Half of her was wondering when Church and the Freelancer would force O'malley out of Caboose's head and the other half was wondering how the hell was she going to convince her team of the crisis or to trust the blues. God this was a fucking bad day.

"..Uh Grif?" Was the first thing she heard when Deanis got to the meeting room. The pink private found Deanis in clad red rather than Grif in clad orange.

"Deanis? Oh my God!" the next thing she knew was she was on the ground, breathing hard and Donut on top of her in an almost crushing bear hug.

"Oh God Deanis, we thought the blues had killed you or something like that! Did they hurt you? Did they feed you right? They didn't use torture did they? Oh god its so great that you're-"

"DONUT!" Deanis rasped.

"What?"

"Get. Off."

Donut didn't say anything and slipped off Deanis, letting the red soldier actually get up. And now her back hurts with her ass. Fucking perfect. Deanis got up and stretched her back, feeling the nice cracking of her back before letting out a long breath.

"Report," Sarge said, "What'd you find with your infiltration of the blues?"

…

He actually thinks I infiltrated blue base...

The fuck?

"There's nothing going on in Blue Base," Deanis lied, "But that doesn't mean that-"

"Did Grif survive the tank?" Sarge asked, interrupting.

"Wha- No! I mean I don't know… Probably not. That's not the-" Deanis was cut off again.

"Well this is a devil of a pickadillo, Simmons get on the squawk box and tell command-"Much to Deanis's relief and smug victory, Tucker phoned over all Red army channels. Deanis didn't click of the radio right away, wanting to hear that song that was made during the trip over here.

"-Red guys, are you there?-"

"What in buttery goodness?" Sarge said, "Who is this?"

"-It's me Tucker, I'm one of the blue guys,-" Tucker said, "-Look I don't have time to explain, but I need all of you guys to shut off your radios right now.-"

"Boy, it'll be a cold day in hell before I take orders from you," Sarge replied.

"-Look, it's really important alright? Normally I'd just shoot at you guys and steal your girlfriends but today's different. I need you to trust me on this.-"

"Well I may have spoke too soon. That is an interesting and well thought out, not to mention clever and timely I might add, proposition," Sarge mocked, "Simmons, would you care to deliver our rebuttal?"

Simmons cleared his throat before speaking.

"Suck it blue!"

"Yeah, suck it blue!" Donut cheered on, "Now that's what I call an old school zinger. In your face blue dude, in your face!"

Deanis made a point to pick up a private channel with the Blue. She made sure the signal was isolated from Red Channels.

"Hey Tucker," Deanis said, "They ain't gonna back down."

"-Yeah…-"

"Plan B?"

"-Looks like.-"

It wasn't long before all channels were conveying a strange sort of music. Deanis didn't need to pinpoint the genre when Lopez's monotone voice sang in a rhythmic tone. She was pretty sure that the song was for Shelia, Lopez's first and possibly only love interest for the moment. Deanis flipped off her radio.

"What in Betty's bloomers is on the radio now?" Sarge said, "Sounds like the feral cry of a retarded Mexican Sasquatch!"

"Turn it off, turn it off! Please God make it stop!" Simmons cried out, trying to cover the temples of his helmet in a vain gesture of blocking out the music.

"Oh man, this rules. RULES!" Donut cheered.

Deanis softly chuckled. She didn't particularly care for the monotone voice trying to sound like a singer, when it came out as a bad mess and she was glad she had shut off her radio to the sound. But the resulting "Fans" were funny as Fuck. She crossed her arms across her armored chest, slowly shaking her head.

"That's it, I've had enough, can't take anymore!" Sarge said, stomping his boot on the ground, "Everybody, switch off your radios."

"But Sarge-"Donut began to protest.

"That's an order private."

"Sarge pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease."

"Donut," Deanis warned.

"Ah, man!"

The music died as Blue team and Lopez shut off their own radios. Deanis hopped that it would be enough, and briefly wondered what would happen to Blue rookie Caboose. The wondering died when she realized how much she didn't really give a shit. For the moment, she never felt so happy to be back at red base with people she knew.

That didn't take long either. The feeling of hatred she had for each and every individual here not to mention the base caught up faster and stayed with her longer. At least she could tolerate Donut.

"Do you really think Grif is dead?" Donut asked, suddenly. Deanis didn't answer, she leaned against the wall. She still wasn't sure how she felt about that, either down because she wanted to kill him or at least let Sarge kill him or the fact that she might actually miss the fat, lazy bastard.

…Maybe, she would. Maybe she did miss him already.

Despite all the fights, despite all the name calling and the arguing or the simple sport of hunting each other down with bullets and the occasional kitchen knife, she really did care about him. And about Simmons. And about Donut. And Sarge. These people, they were fucking idiots, the dumbest of them all. But they were HER fucking idiots.

And she'll be damned if she lost one of them already.

Trivia.

Flank - Attack down or from the sides, or rake with gunfire from the sides

God, I think Deanis will so emotional for the next chapters and it feels awkward about her even considering to care about her teammates or anyone. I'm used to her just hating everyone without even meeting them. Well Whatever.

By the way, there a picture of Deanis on my Deviant Art account. Its under the mature setting so good luck.

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Chapter 10 - Flank Each Other