Caboose shook his head and put the gun down. He wanted to see how Church was doing. Wasting no time, he made his way back up to Church's room. He opened the door and then closed it silently behind him.

Church had fallen asleep. Not wanting to wake him, Caboose knelt quietly by his side and brushed hair out of his face. Tex wasn't kidding; even that smallest touch Caboose could tell that Church was sick. He sighed. There was nothing he could do but wait for Church's body to fix it.

Just as quietly as he had come, Caboose left.

The next day Church woke up to Franz's voice. "Did you sleep well?"

Church frowned. He thought it was strange that he would sleep so well when he had felt so poorly only hours before. "Yeah, I did."

"Good. Your fever is gone and I don't think you should have any trouble keeping things down now."

"Thanks, Franz."

"Don't thank me. I'm just the messenger."

A knock kept Church from questioning Franz any more. "Come on in."

Caboose came in with a bowl of something that smelled really good. "Are you feeling any better?"

"Yeah I am."

Caboose set down the bowl and felt his forehead. "You're not hot any more. How do you feel?"

"Fine. Hungry but fine." Caboose laughed a little and handed him the bowl. Church smiled and took the bowl. "Thanks."

Caboose sat down next to him and watched as he started to drink it. "I made more if you want it."

Their little chat was interrupted by a few gunshots. When Church made to get up, Caboose put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Stay here." Caboose left the room and made his way up to the top of the base.

Tucker, it seemed, had gotten himself into a pinch with a Red. True they were talking through their radios, but Caboose could hear them just fine even with out his helmet.

"Don't tell me to get out of here, Blue!" the Red was shouting.

Tucker, ever fast on his feet came back with a great comeback. "This is my base, Red, I can tell you to do whatever I want to tell you to do!" Not the best, but better than what he normal could do.

Once Caboose was in sight the Red took a step back, still yelling at Tucker. "Fine! I'm leaving! Just remember that I have a better chance than you do!" And he high-tailed it out of the Blues' side of the canyon.

Caboose had no idea what was going. He looked blankly from Tucker to the Red's retreating form.
"What was that all about?"

Tucker shook his head. "Don't worry about it, Rookie."

"What was he talking about? He had a better chance than you do?"

"I said don't worry about it, Rookie."

"But--"

"No. Stop."

Caboose frowned and was more than ready to pursue the issue but Tucker hopped down, forcing him to drop it.

Tucker sighed as he made his way away from the base. How could he have let that slip to a Red for Pete's sake! A freaking Red! He stomped off to his rock and sat down. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? Why did the have to pretend to care? Can't they just -- just…

"Oh God… Why me? Why her?"

Back at the Blue base Caboose had went back down to Church's room. He found his lover finishing the bowl he had giving him. "How are you doing now?"

"Better. Thanks." Church set the bowl down and smiled. "I feel much better." His voice had dropped to a sensuous tone. "Thanks for curing me." He leaned over and pulled Caboose down on to him. Caboose smiled. They had fairly quickly moved from just touches to making love. It was something that Caboose was not use to but he liked, liked a lot.

Months later…

Church sighed with content as he felt Caboose's arm pull him closer. This was a moment that he wanted to remember forever. He knew it would not last forever however and he was right; Caboose kissed him then crawled over him before leaving their room.

A few minutes later he came back, armor in hand. Church blinked at him.

"Tex wants us in armor today."

"Did she say why?"

"Something about the Reds." He shrugged. "Either way, I need you to help me get it on."

Carefully Church got up; Caboose had not been very gentle the night before and Church was still sore.

Caboose noticed and asked, "Did I hurt you?"

"Not much." Church pulled on a pair of pants, some how managing not to wince, and started to help Caboose don his armor. Fifteen minutes later Caboose started to help Church into his own lighter armor. Just as Caboose was locking the last clasps into place, Tex came in.

"We got two Reds in the middle of the canyon. Get up here, I want to scare them off."

Both laughed; it was just what Tex would want to do. Scare them off but do them no harm. Let them start to think she will not hurt them. Once that happens…

Caboose gave Church's armor a pat then picked up his helmet and followed Tex out.

Church picked up his own helmet and locked it in place. He felt a cooling sensation through his mind.

He was just about to leave the room when Franz said, "Church. You may want to wait just a bit."

"What?" he asked. He couldn't think of anything that could be wrong; he felt fine, if not a little stiff.

There was a short pause before Franz continued. "You may want to take a look at this." And he brought up a picture onto Church's view screen. It was a shadowy and grainy picture that made no sense to him.

"And what am I looking at?"

"Remember when I told you keeping secrets from Caboose would come back and bite you on the ass?"

Church frowned. Not because he did not remember the incident Franz was speaking of but because he did not get what that had to do with this muddy picture.

"Remember how I said you should tell Caboose about me, the program, and your family?"

A really bad feeling has started to sink into Church's stomach but he fervently ignored it. "Yeah. What about it?"

Another pause.

"Franz. Get to your point. Tex wants me up on the base."

Franz sighed. "Caboose knocked you up, Church. The picture I'm showing you is an ultra sound of your child."

It took awhile to sink in.

Caboose had… Church was… They were…

"Can I say 'I told you so' now?"