Tucker shook his head near-exasperated at Church's second meltdown in the last few hours.

The first time he had thrown his little tantrum he had nearly attacked Tex. His ex-girlfriend however, proved she was a fair bit more capable and had swiftly collapsed her opponent.
This marked the second time, where Church was taking out his fury on a trash can, kicking it up and down the hallways.

"GOD. FUCKING. DAMNIT." He shouted in between kicks.

The can was dented in everyplace now and Tucker would have normally complained about getting a new one or made a snarky comment, but really? He wasn't in the mood. Matter of factly he was mostly on Church's side with this one. As much as Tucker would hate to admit it, the asshole had a right to his anger.

"She just leaves me one day and then what? Goes off to who knows where, with who knows who, and now what? She's back? Now she wants to come back?" Church was in near hysterics.

"That was not very nice of her." Caboose noted in what sounded like a mildly irritated tone.

For once Tucker and Church didn't bother to tell him to shut up or simply ignore him.

"What Tex did to Church was bullshit." Tucker voiced his agreement.

Church remained silent. Opting to glower at the bent up and dented trash can. The three blues remained in silence for a while longer. Each of them offering similarly dark looks to some spot on the floor.

"Hey guys," the trio turned to Simmons, "Tex called a meeting."

"Of FUCKING course she did!" Tucker growled aloud.

Church continued to silently brood. Finally he turned to Simmons.

"We're coming." With that the standing blue team leader followed Simmons as his friends looked on.

"I do not believe it." Tucker muttered.

"Neither do I...um...believe what?" Caboose turned to Tucker, who was to busy being pissed to call him stupid.

"He's still chasing after her." Tucker shook his head,

"Oh, yeah, I don't get that." Caboose agreed.

With all said and done the remaining two blues followed Simmons and Church to the meeting place.

Said meeting was taking place on the roof of the blue base. Arriving they found Church and the reds along with Tex at the head of the table.

"How's Florida?" Tex questioned Sarge,

"Stable," Sarge answered gruffly, "For now."

Tex nodded silently. No doubt she had her concerns.

"Gonna ask how I am?" Grif growled,

"Sorry I blew off your arm," Tex sighed, "Happy cockbite?"

Grif simply glared from behind his helmet before breaking eye contact to lock his attention to the empty table.

"What did you want Tex?" Tucker asked irritatedly.

Tex gave him a silently threatening look from behind the visor at the use of her name, but Tucker didn't flinch. Of course this didn't exactly mean he wasn't practically pissing himself from that look. This lady was scary.

"We need a plan of action." Tex answered,

"For what?" Caboose asked,

"The Meta."

"Who?" was the simultaneous question round the table. Even Church poked his head up.

"The Meta," Tex sighed even more irritatedly, "He's basically a superhuman in a suit of armor with a bunch of AI at his disposal."

"OH IS THAT ALL." Donut pretty much squeaked in fear, Tex sighed.

"Look I know you may have some trust issues with me for a variety of reasons-"

"Well let's see," Tucker began to count off things, "You shot Grifs arm off, you didn't stop Florida from getting injured, you left Church without a word, and now you're barging in here ordering meetings and giving instructions like you own the motherfucking canyon!"

Tucker threw up his arms with a final shout. Tex was silent. Church had paused to look up at Tuckers sudden outburst and decided to take this moment to leave the meeting.

"Where do you think you're going?" Tex asked.

Church stopped dead in his tracks though still refused to turn and face her as he growled his next words.

"Why do you care? Didn't have a problem with leaving me."

"We aren't TOGETHER anymore Church. So get over it." Tucker could visibly see Church flinch, and maybe he was imagining it but Tex did seem to force the words out.

"Good to see I was right Tex." Church near-whispered.

"About what?" Tex asked with the tiniest hint of worry in her tone.

"That you never loved me. That you only ever saw me as a good fuck to get what you wanted then move on. That you're only back now because we have something you want." Church started to walk back down into the base.

Suddenly Tex stormed around the table and marched to him, grabbing his wrist just before he started down the steps.

"You are what I want. I need you guys." Tex tried her best to sound sincere.

"For now," Church whirled on her, "But I know you'll turn on us, or leave us behind once you get whatever it is you want."

Tex looked on the verge of kicking Church's ass for the second time today.

"After all I did to protect you-"

"Protect me? PROTECT ME," Church seemed to be on the verge of another meltdown, internally Tucker added another to the list, "IF YOU WANTED TO PROTECT ME TEX, THEN WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU WHEN I WAS ALONE!? OR WHEN I WAS HEARTBROKEN!? OR WHEN I FELT EVERYTHING IN THIS FUCKING UNIVERSE WAS AGAINST ME?!"

Tucker couldn't tell but he was almost sure Church was crying like a bitch behind the helmet. Though he smartly reminded himself to save the teasing for a later time, as pissing off either Church or Tex right now is effectively a death sentence.

"I've been looking out for you ever since Sidewinder Church, I was only ever protecting you, but you are too much of a thick-headed asshole to see that."

There was a hanging silence in the air. Tucker was sure Church was nearly sobbing now. To Church's credit he managed to yank his wrist out of Tex's grip and proceed down the stairs without so much as a breath out of place. Tucker could almost make out the twitch of Tex's arm as if she was about to reach out again. Instead however the black-clad soldier turned away and retook her place at the table.

"Right. Well we'll just start the plan while he busies himself bitching." She spoke, with a stone cold tone.

"Um...what is the plan?" Donut asked.

"Si Yeah." Lopez agreed, though no one could understand him.

"Well to start," Tex spoke leaning both hands on the table, "We are getting the hell out of this canyon."