Author's Note: Here we go, next chapter. I don't have much to say for this, so let's just get started.

Disclaimer: Red vs Blue does not belong to me, it belongs to Rooster Teeth.

Church?

*BOOM*

The entire temple shook again from the impact on the entrance.

"Looks they've resorted to just ramming it into the entrance," Carrie sighs.

"The hell are they doing out there?" Grif asks.

"Isn't it obvious?" jokes Fergo.

Tucker replies "They've been trying to blast their way in here ever since I locked it down. They're not having much luck though," he then proceeds to turn and raise his voice "ARE YOU, FUCKING ASSHOLES?" Not like they can hear it, Tucker turns back and explains "The stuff looks like rock, but it's way tougher."

"What's tougher than rock?" Grif asks. Just for a second, I stop massaging my throbbing head just to look at him with a face that reads 'really?'

"Paper," Caboose quickly replies causing Fergo to snort while I give him the same look.

Tucker shrugs "How the fuck should I know? Super rock? What am I, some kind of, geographist?" He then asks me "Lockett, what do you think?"

"Alien bull shit," I mumble, still nursing my head.

Sarge turns to Tucker and mentions "They have some kind of big machine out there."

Fergo snorts "Yeah, they been using all sorts of methods to try and get in here. They've tried blowing it, drilling it, smash it, and just recently, they've been using this big crane to try and yank the door off. Yeah, not fucking happening." She then glances at the direction of the banging and muses "It does appear that they've resorted to ramming it into the door." She turns to us and asks "Did you guys have anything to do with that?"

Grif looks over to me and he smirks "Locket emptied a clip of his smg into the consoles."

"Nice," laughs Tucker.

"So they wanna get their hands on that weapon?" Sarge asks.

"And it is imperative that we do not allow the relic to fall into their hands," Meia adds sternly.

"Well, why don't we just turn it on and use it against them?" Sarge asks.

"That's a great idea Sarge," Rowe replies with subtle hints of sarcasm in her voice, "Let's activate an alien device that we have no idea what said device is or what it's capable of."

"I always knew you were on my side Rowe!" Sarge exclaims proudly causing her to groan exasperatedly.

"Yeah, fuck that," nods Tucker, "For all we know it could make us all sterile for all we know!"

"Would it really do that?" Grif asks slightly worried.

Fergo replies "Well, the last weapon we found was designed to wipe out all organic life in a huge radius." A very crude explanation of how the Halo rings work, but alright, it's about as much as anyone has ever given us.

"Wow. … " whistles Grif, "What's a, radius?"

In my attempt of explaining"It's like the area around like an explosion. It's kind of hard to explain without a picture."

Grif nods in understanding, "Oh," he turns to Tucker and asks, "Why didn't you just say that?"

Tucker shrugs " I don't know, they just made us learn this crap for our dumb job. Point is, don't touch anything. You hit the wrong button or flip the wrong switch, we'll all be dead before you can say—Where's Caboose?" This instantly snaps me out of my daze and I glance up at him.

"What?" I ask.

Sarge, also slightly confused comments "Uh, I don't think that's how that expression goes."

"No, I mean where the fuck is Caboose?" Tucker asks. Everyone is looking around slightly confused, but not me know. I'm right now just trying to process what I was just asked.

3….2….1…."Oh shit!" I screamed and jumped up. "Caboose!"

"Oh yeah…" murmurs Sarge, "He does have a habit of wandering off. He's been trying to rig equipment to do something. We don't really know what. That boy is not quite right, you know?" Fergo then walks over to him and clonks him on the head.

"Ooahh!" groans Sage.

"You idiot!" Fargo shrieks "Your job was to watch him! Who knows what he may do without your supervision! Or worse….he could get hurt!" Looks like she has her priorities straight.

"Carrie you think you can find him?" I ask, no answer. "Carrier?" Well, shit, I turn to the others sigh "Looks like she went with him to wherever he wandered off too."

"Hey! He's on your team, asshole," Grif retorted defensively.

"You brought him here," Meia argues back, "Thus it was in your responsibility to keep the child from harm."

"Fuck that," Grif groans, "He's the reason we're even here to begin with."

Meia just stares blankly for a second before asking "You know you just proved my point right?"

"Oh shut up," Grif mutters.

"Whatever," Fergo growls at us, "You guys lost him, so you're going to help us find him."

"Let's go," grunts Sarge who walks out of the room first, then followed by Rowe and then me..

Behind me I could hear Grif saying to tucker with a smartass tone "So embarrassing for you…"

"Just find him," Tucker groans.

"So sad…" Grif sighs.

"I fucked your sister," he quickly snaps.

"No you didn't," snorts Grif, "I know you and Fergo and tied together with everything other than the law."

"Shut up both of you," Fergo says with a bored tone.

"Just open the temple and you can leave. We'll take what we want; no one has to get hurt," C.T. blasts through his intercom.

"Not again," growls Fergo.

"This happen often?" Rowe asks Tucker.

"We should have crashed that fucking speaker," Tucker grumbles, I guess that's our answer.

"Caboose!" I call out.

"Caboose?" follows Fergo, "Where are you sweetie?"

The then shouts "Hey, Blue! Hope you're not dead! Now that there's four of ya," he quickly lgances at Meia, "Potentially five, we finally have a fair fight! Come on out here so we can kill ya!"

"Sarge," sighs Grif, "That would make with five of them versus three of us. How is that fair?"

"If it make you feel better I'll remain neutral and not take part," I reply..

Sarge smiles "See Grif, we always have options."

"That's not what I asked," Grif sighs. He then quickens his pace walking further away from Sarge.

Meia then puts an arm out and stops him, "What is it?" I ask.

"I believe I hear something," Meia whispers. We all stop and listen.

We could vaguely hear Caboose whispers "Would you be quiet? See, you're gonna get me in trouble." The question is who is he talking to.

"Trouble? Fuck that," retorts a slightly robotic, yet somewhat familiar voice.

"Caboose!" we hear Carrie hiss, "You need to get him under control now before we get caught!"

"We are not alone," Meia mumbles gravely and tightens the grip on her carbine and reach down and remove the safety off my smg.

"Aw shit," curses Tucker, "Did someone break in?"

"We would have heard it if someone did," Fergo reasons.

"Shut up—" grunts Caboose and makes noise akin to someone trying to grab onto something.

"Get off!" cried the voice and the resounding thump could be hard followed by the sound of someone falling and shattering.

"Dammit!" cursed Carrie, "Look at waht you to did!"

Caboose then tries shifting the blame "Yeah look at what you did!"

"That, that was already broken," lied the stranger.

"Whew!" Tucker draws his sword and says "Alright, let's charge in there and take these assholes out." Fergo unholster her hammer while we ready our guns. Tucker counts down "On my mar," he stops and reiterates "…That means when I say "go.""

Rowe deadpans "Yeah we got that."

"I can't shake the fact that that voice sounds really familiar," I commented.

The guys stopped and listened for a moment, Sarge adds "Yeah. I find it annoying and grating for some reason."

"Okay, just stop moving around, hold still!" Caboose grunts.

"I am holding still, you're the one that's moving," the voice snaps.

"Oh my god," groans Carrie, "You two are making so much noise! It's a wonder how we haven't been caught yet."

"How did I not see this coming?" I mutter.

"Lockett what are you talking about?" Tucker asks, he then pauses, "Wait, yeah, isn't that-"

"Get your hands off me! Fucking douche!" the voice exclaims. I let out a resounding groan and then walk around the corner. What do I find? Caboose trying to grab onto a monitor robot.

Caboose let's go and cries "I'm sorry, Church!"

"Church!" everyone else cries and they run around the corner to join me.

"I'm not even surprised at this point," I sigh.

"I can explain," Caboose says finally after a few awkward moments of silence.

"I'm pretty sure your explanation would raise more questions Caboose," Carrie sighs.

The monitor, now confirmed as Church stares at all of us, he then asks "Who the fuck are these guys?"

Sarge glances at the robot and asks "Who brought the floating bowling ball? Where's the thumb hole?" That's one way to look at him.

"That's Church?" Tucker breathes, the disbelief in his voice could be heard loud and clear. "You're telling me that thing is Church?"

"Not exactly," Carrie replies.

"See, um, technically, uh, this thing is, uh, just a memory of Church. Um, his name is Epsilon," explains Caboose.

"Epsa-whatsawhat?" asks Tucker.

"Me, dipshit!" Epsilon/Church angrily snaps.

Caboose looks over to Carrie who nods and Caboose explains "Uh, yeah, see, he's a resident memory of the guy that Church was based on, so he's kind of like, remembering himself. Yeah, Simmons can explain, yeah, much better than I can, probably."

Grif chuckles "Sounds like I have another reason to be glad Simmons isn't here."

Church faces Sarge and asks Caboose and Carrie "Wait, I thought he was Simmons?"

Caboose shakes his head "No he's Sarge. Sa-a-aarggee-e." I glance over at Rowe who seems to have made the smart decision and is now taking a sip from her flask. I hope she's not become an alcoholic because of these guys, heh, that would be something, a drunk medic.

"I'm confused, not deaf, you idiot!" Church angrily snaps, he turns to Grif and asks "Now who's the yellow one?" causing Rowe to do a spit take empty the contents of her mouth onto the floor while Grif starts to visibly shake. It's kind of funny actually.

"I'm not yellow, I'm orange!" Grif screams.

"Yeah, then how'd you know who I was talking about?" counters Church. I can see why Rowe started drinking just now.

"How come he remembers us, but not who we are?" asks Tucker.

"Well…." Carrie starts.

"Why does everyone think I'm yellow!? Seriously!? Didn't anybody have a box of crayons when they were a kid?" Grif rants.

"I thought he was yellow when I first meet him too," I hear Meia mumble.

Carrie explains "We couldn't exactly inject data into Ep-er….Church while he was in the memory unit, and I only knew so much about you guys. Personal stories say so much more than just files. So a lot of what he knows came from Caboose's storytelling."

"Is that what you've been trying to do all this time?" I ask, "Trying to rebuild Church?"

"Yes," Carrie sighs sadly, "I'm sorry we lied to you….dad."

"Dad?" Sarge asks curiously.

Ignoring their questioning looks, I ask them "So the only stuff he knows about us is what you told him?" They both give me a nod.

"You look upset," Church observes catching my attention. "Why? Is something wrong?"

I shake my head and say, "No, it's just more work. Alright, let's see if we can pick up form where you left off." I take a step closer to Church and ask "First, who here do you know the most other than Caboose and Carrie?"

"Doctor Rowe," he replies.

"Wait how come?" Sarge asks.

"She would come and visit Blue Base every now and then," explained Church.

"Rowe! Dealing with the enemy!" Sarge cries hysterically, "Why you?! Out of everyone else on my team!" Rowe immediately rushes to Sarge's side attempting to calm him down.

Continuing on, I ask "Who am I?"

"You are Lockett," Church replies, "Though for some reason Caboose calls you from time to time either dad or Lieutenant Rocket, and Carrie doesn't seem to disagree."

"Who is he?" I point at Tucker.

"He's Tucker," Church replied, "Who is apparently took the armor off of Captain Flowers who died. What the fuck man? That was kind of a dick move."

"It's not like he was going to need it," Tucker remarks.

"Yeah, Caboose refused to say, pretty much anything about you," Church then turns to Caboose and ask "Why is that?"

"Who is she?" I ask as I point at Fergo.

"Well, the human is Fergo and she is the nice, Caboose tends to switch between calling her his friend or mother."

Tucker and Fergo share a glance and the ask "How come?"

"Well, since you were gone for so long, Caboose sort of had Rowe fill in your place," Carrie explains. This causes Fergo to seem slightly upset, while I couldn't see her face, I could tell from her posture that her separation from the original Blue Team.

Caboose quickly notices this and walks up to Fergo and says "Don't worry, I didn't replace you. You're still one of my bestest friends." He then wraps her in a tight hug.

"Thanks Caboose," Fergo smiles.

Tucker rolls his eyes and says "Uh-huh," he then points at Grif and asks "and who is he?"

"He's Grif," Church replies confidently, "Though Carrie tells me that it's only one "f," but Caboose kept telling me that it was two. He was very specific about that second "f." So I'm not too sure about that so I'll just take Caboose's word for it."

"Why did he take Caboose's word!" cries Grif.

"Who's the red guy?" Tucker asks pointing at Sarge.

Caboose replies "Well, if he's not Simmons, then I guess he's Sarge. Epsilon-Church)That would make him the gruff and regimented leader of the Red Team."

"Okay, that was Carrie's part," I observed, "Now where's Caboose's touch?"

"Which would make him also the captain of their pirate ship," Church finishes. Carrie starts giggling which soon spreads to Fergo and Rowe.

"There it is," Tucker murmurs to me. Yeah.

"Finally," I point at Meia, "Who is she?" I ask.

"Uh," Church ponders for a little "She is the nice alien that was with us when the other alien died. Caboose said he never got to spend a lot of time with her, but for the time he did, she was always nice to him and she always made Lockett happy so she was alright by him." Wait, what did he mean by that?

"Aw that's cute," comments Fergo.

"Well, at least no one jumped to conclusion on that," I mumble. I then glance over to Rwoe who is giving me a weird look, "What are you looking at?" I ask.

She shrugs "Nothing." I could practically feel the humor in her voice, yeah she was definitely going to make a joke about this later.

"Big brother is a very good storyteller," Carrie says proudly while Caboose sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

"How does he gonna tell stories?" asks Tucker, "He can't even read stories."

"First of all Tucker," Carrie growls, "You don't need to read to tell a story. Second, he can read! He just loses interest quickly!" I grab Tucker's arm in an attempt to stop the argument from escalating.

"Hey come on man," I sigh.

"Caboose is the only guy I know of who had an illustrated field manual," Tucker cries.

"To be fair, the soldier's manual could use more pictures," I reasoned, "It's much easier to have something visualized than to have it just plain out told."

Tucker stares at me blankly for a full three seconds, he then breathes "Okay, true….but still." Tucker turns to the rest of the group and cries "For the first two months I worked with him, he thought Church held grenades over your head, while they shot arrows at the enemy."

Sarge laughs "Heh, you're lucky. As a recruit, Grif didn't even know what a grenade was! I called it a pineapple, and he tried to swallow it."

I turn to Grif in disbelief and ask "Seriously?"

"It still tasted better than those MRE's he serve us," Grif growls with Rowe gagging for emphasis.

"Both of you!" Sarge bellows "Show some respect! Do you know how many men died to develop those meals?"

"I can tell you exactly how many:" Grif shouts back "Everybody who ever tasted one!"

Tucker scoffs "At least he doesn't kill everyone who suits up for your team."

"I thought we all agreed that it was Sheila who killed Church back in the canyon," I commented.

"Yeah," Tucker nods, "But who was driving her?"

I share a glance with Caboose and we rely "Herself?" Tucker just stares at me in just utter awe.

"You of all people," he breathes.

"Argh, you guys are idiots!" Grif cries.

"You're one to talk," snorts Fergo.

"Who's the real idiot? The idiot, or the idiot who fights it?" Sarge counters. I think he was trying to be smart or some siht….whatever.

Rowe grabs his shoulder and says "Sarge, either way, you would still be the idiot."

"Really?" Sarge asks surprised. Rowe nods and Sarge's shoulders sag.

"I agree with her," Grif adds.

"Shut up, Grif!" Sarge growls "I always thought your armor was yellow too! Matches your personality."

"Hey! You shouldn't be mean to people who work for you! He just wants to be your friend!" Caboose cries.

"That's like the last thing he wants to do kid," I sigh. It was at that moment when all chaos broke out between Sarge, Grif, and Tucker. Lot's of shouting and lots of swearing. I glance over at Meia who has been silent the whole time. She had this sort of depressed look as she watched the whole thing.

"How you doing?" I ask. That's all the social skills I got.

"This is just like home," she sighs.

I glance over to the group just in time to catch Grif shouting "You had sex with a rock!" at Tucker.

"And you sucked a guys dick!" Tucker screams back, "You think that's better?!"

"You did what?!" Fergo screamed in shock at both of them, mostly Tucker.

"Why did you bring that up?!" Grif screams.

"Everybody stop!" Church screams silencing everyone.

Caboose was a bit late to catch on as he continued "I AM YELLING ABOUT THINGS!" he glances around and quietly finishes "Okay I guess we're done now."

Church takes a deep breath and then says "All right, listen guys. I might not remember everything right now, but it will come back to me, okay? I can feel it. But I do know this: if we don't work together, and destroy this weapon, those guys outside are gonna kill a lot of people, and we can't let that happen. So just for a moment, let's set aside our differences and get to work solving this problem, together." In the middle of his speech, Church starts floating off. All we could do was silently watch as he floated away. "Being in charge is a tough task, but I'm a born leader. So if you follow me, I know I can get us through this. Are you with me?"

"Where are you going?" Grif asks.

Church finally looks down and finally notices what's going on and says "Uh, yeah, I don't seem to have full control over my body yet. But that doesn't invalidate anything I said! I'm still the leader! Fuck!" Church at this point has not gone into the other room out of sight from us, "Okay, I'll be right back! No one else takes the leader position while I'm gone!"

"Okay, bye!" waves Caboose and Carrie.

"Hehehe fuck you," called Grif.

"Au revoir!" laughs Rowe as she drinks from her flask. I should really do something about that shouldn't I?

"Yeah, see ya later, Winston Churchill!" Sarge joked.

Meia asks Fergo "Shouldn't we go after him?"

"I think he'll be fine," replied Fergo, but I can tell fro mthe her voice that she doesn't actually believe her statement.

"Hey Lockett….." I hear Tucker call. I turn to him and I am greeted with him….and everyone else giving me a very worried look. I'm gonna take a guess on what they are worried about.

"Don't worry," I reassured, "He's not actually going to be in charge." Everyone seemed to breath a sigh a relief. Nailed it!

Important Notice: I won't be updating for a while. I enlisted into the army at the beginning of summer and I ship out to Basic Training on the 28th. Now that I think about it I probably should have told you guys a while ago. That being said, this story is going to be put on hold for at the very least, the length of my Basic, which is two months. After that I should be able to update again. The good news is I joined the reserves, not the active duty so I won't go to combat thus delaying my story further. I'll try to get one more chapter out before I go but if I can't, than this will be the last chapter for a while. Don't worry, this story won't end, and even if I do want to stop writing, highly unlikely but I'll make sure to pass off all my story notes and possible future stories to any writers who want to continue it. Thankyou all for reading and I'll see you later. As always, Big brother is watching.