Blood Gulch was deathly silent, the only sound being the padded footsteps of Tucker as he raced across the field. He could feel his heart pounding and his legs aching, but he didn't stop until he reached his destination.
Red Base was deserted and quiet, its occupants currently in a deep, peaceful sleep. Tucker watched the base from behind a tree, looking around for any security...and gathering his courage. His head snapped in the direction of a small shuffle, and through the hazy night, Tucker could make out a lone guard stationed on top the base. From the looks of it, Tucker was dealing with only a pistol...but he himself did not have any defense.
He suddenly became aware he was standing outside an enemy base in naught but his boxers. Although he carried no protection, nor wore any protection, he could not turn back. He had made up his mind and was sticking to it. He waited patiently until the guard had turned from him, and he slipped to the base with only the night as a guise. He stood stalk still, his back against the cold concrete of the base, and waited for any indication that the guard saw him. When no bullets came at him, he sidestepped along the wall and to the closest entrance.
Once inside did he realize he had no idea where Grif was...and he wasn't about to walk into an enemy's room wearing only undergarments. He swore under his breathe and decided his best plan of attack was to check above base, to make sure it wasn't Grif up there. He slunk across the room, stopping at any bump in the night. He reached the stairs and dashed up them, only stopping when he reached the top. He poked his head up cautiously and squinted his eyes. He could only make out the frame of the man, but he did notice they weren't wearing any armor. He pressed his body against the wall and peered closer. Luckily for him, the moonlight peeked from behind the clouds at that moment and he could see the person clearly.
Unluckily for him, the man was not Grif, but Donut. He groaned inwardly and snuck back down the staircase. He was now stuck, alone, in an unfamiliar base with a promise to himself that he could not break. The next plan of attack was to simply peer into each and every room, and hope to god no one awoke.
The first room he reached was the bathroom, then a workshop, and finally he came across a bedroom. It was empty, and Tucker figured it was the Guard's own room. He breathed a sigh of relief, moving to the next door and opening it with a shaky hand. He cracked the door open and glanced in, making out a red sleeping peacefully in a cot across from him. He held his breath and pushed on, widening the door enough for him to slip in. He walked over to the bed, rather clumsily, and leaned over the sleeper. He let out the breath he was holding when he saw the messy brown hair and slightly tanned skin of Grif.
Now he had to figure out how to wake him...without waking the rest of the Gulch. He started prodding the dreaming man, and when that didn't work, he moved onto shaking him. After several tedious seconds, Grif stirred and opened his eyes groggily, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. It took another few seconds to realize that Tucker stood before him, half naked, in his own room...in red base!
"Wha...Tucker? What the- TUCKER! WHAT THE-mmph!" Grif blurted out, only to be silenced quickly with a kiss. Grif's eyes widen, and he pushed the other man back, staring wildly at the blue.
"What the fuck are you doing here!" He asked, out of breath and freaked at the sudden behavior of the blue. Tucker slouched and looked to the floor, his cheeks flushing. Grif softened and threw his blanket at Tucker, only to get a questioning gaze in return.
"You're shivering..." Grif grumbled, indicating the goose bumps on Tucker's bare skin.
'Thanks." Tucker managed to choke out, wrapping the blanket around his body.
"What do you want?" The orange soldier asked abruptly. Tucker sighed and looked desperately at Grif.
"I...I was wrong. We should talk." He answered, sitting next to Grif. He could feel Grif's body tense up at the sudden movement, and he again lowered his head to the ground.
"Glad you came to your senses, bluetard." He heard Grif say. They sat in silence for a few long moments, unsure of what to say.
"What's bugging you...?" Grif said, shattering the silence like glass. Tucker stared intently at the floor and didn't answer, not sure of what exactly was bugging him. He felt Grif's hand slid under the blanket and rest comfortably on Tucker's thigh. He could feel his face burn once again, and was quite thankful for the night's darkness.
"I. I think. I mean, I need to t-," Tucker stuttered, lifting his head to look upon Grif, "Don't be mad...but I think...I think I love you."
Grif's gaze faltered and he turned away from the blushing blue. He could feel his own skin heat up at the mentions of those words. He knew deep down inside that he felt the same way...
'You moron! Don't fall for it! He's a blue...He is only trying to crack you. Besides, what would Simmons think? And Sarge? And Donut? Well...maybe not Donut, he'd just want in on the action.'
He could feel Tucker watching him as he fought within the confines of his mind. He was confused and lonely, and didn't know what to think. He subconsciously removed his hand from under Tucker's blanket...Tucker felt his heart drop at this action, and curled up tighter under the warmth of the red's blanket.
'...I don't know if I can do this...I mean, he is a blue...and I'm a red. God, I bet he doesn't have to put up with this shit.' Grif thought remorsefully.
'See! I knew this was a bad idea! He hates you...why would he return the feelings. You gay freak!...I bet he doesn't have to deal with this shit.' Tucker thought sorrowfully. He found himself suddenly on his feet, and walked to the door, not turning back. Grif looked up, his voice caught in his through. He watched Tucker leave (and with his blanket, too!) and stared at the empty doorway.
He shrugged and curled up underneath the rest of his blankets and closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to embrace him yet again. He smiled as he anticipated the dreams that were soon to come...
'You fucking moron! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED! You know what the right thing to do is! DO IT!'
Grif's hazel eyes snapped open, and the room was soon quite empty as Grif rushed after Tucker.
Tucker was halfway across the gulch when Grif finally caught up, his feet dragging along the dirt and rocks that lined Blood Gulch. Tucker, lost in his own guilty thoughts, didn't hear as Grif bounded after him. Next thing he knew he was spun around, his lips crashing with those of the one he found to love. Tucker blushed furiously and stepped back, his mouth hanging open in shock. He faced a smiling Grif, the light from the moon beaming down on him. He promptly shut his mouth and smiled in return. He carefully stepped closer and returned the kiss, deeply and passionately. The sun peaked over the cavernous walls of the gulch as the pair broke from the kiss. They took a moment to gaze at each other, their hearts hammering wildly in their chests. Tucker could hear Grif humming softly as they held each other close the tune familiar to him from his dreams.
'I alone love you...I alone tempt you...' He heard the words echoing in his mind.
"I don't think we should...you know...stay here." Grif whispered, breaking the comfortable silence they stood in. Tucker grinned mischievously.
"I know exactly what you mean..." Tucker replied, and he pulled at Grif's arm, "I know just the place..."
Meanwhile
Donut leaned against the solid wall of the red base, his eyes heavy from lack of sleep. He sat there with only a pistol as company.
"So...know any good crock-pot recipes?" He asked the shining gun. It sat in his lap silently, so Donut decided to try and find a better way to entertain himself. He looked up as the sun rose over the cliffs and caught something in the corner of his eye. He blinked several times, and then crawled quickly to the other side of the rooftop.
"Oh...my...god..." He breathed, "That little bitch-blue is stealing my teammate!"
"...OH MY GOD! What are they doing! Are they...? Damn, if only I had that kind of action..." Donut sighed and pouted, flopping backwards and staring at the pale morning sky. He sat there for a moment, and then snapped up again, looking along the horizon for his teammate again. He found the two soldiers running towards the blue base.
"...is that...is that a rock?"
The End!...or is it?
The blues were standing together at the back or their base, discussing some very interesting topics as they all stood around their tank. Tex stood off to the side with Church's ghost and Tucker while Caboose was busy with checking up on Sheila. Tex had recently stolen Church's robot body to relay a message to her fellow teammates, and Church wasn't exactly too thrilled with her at the moment.
"Well, Ever since I've been a ghost, I've been watching you guys a lot." She stated, Church grumbling incoherently to the side. Tucker's head shot up at these words and stared at her wide-eyed from beneath his helmet.
"Woh, when you say you've been watching us, does that mean you've been watching us all the time...like even when we're alone?" He asked fearfully, glancing over to his rock, where spray-painted teal words were scattered along its surface.
"Yes Tucker and you should be very ashamed of yourself!" She responded, glaring at him with all her ghostly might. Tucker's face flushed rapidly and he looked to the ground.
"It's very lonely out here..." He muttered sheepishly.
...NOW...End!