Chapter 2

Team killing and Donut

A/N: Okay, respond to reviewers' time

Diamond studded radish: Yeah, I sorta remembered the disclaimer immediately after posting it. Caboose is easy to make funny, so expect more of him .

Tom T. Thomson: Oh, you'll find out eventually…

Anyway, I do not own the rights to Halo, or Red vs. Blue… If I did I would probably be somewhere famous right now… But I am not v.v. Enjoy

Church and Tucker ran onto the upper level of Blue Base. Tucker took position at the gun turret, and Church pulled out his sniper rifle. The warthog was only just coming around the small shelter. Tucker quickly opened fire on the mine nearest the jeep… the mine exploded, and the warthog went with it.

"Nice shot there tucker!" Church exclaimed.

"… I was aiming for the jeep…" He muttered to himself.

"What was that?" Church made his way over to Tucker as the green soldier got off the turret.

"What do you mean "Nice shot"? Of course it was a nice shot! I was voted "Most likely to kill everyone with a sniper rifle" back during basic! Come on man! Gimme some credit here!" Tucker said as he turned back to the field.

"Huh… yeah, right dude." Church said dismissively.

"Well, that worked" Tucker said, looking out to the burning wreckage of the warthog, "Think they survived?"

"Tucker, they're reds. They ALWAYS survive. They survived Caboose in a tank, something that proved miraculously fatal to me. They survived the robot army Lopez made for O'Mally. They always survive!" Church was practically yelling.

"… You're still pissed off that caboose killed you with the tank, aren't you?" Tucker asked.

"… Forget it man." Church waved a dismissive hand at him and began walking into the base, only to find Caboose running into a wall.

"I'm not gonna ask…" Church sighed wearily.

"Church! I am so happy that you are here for running time!" Caboose exclaimed, still running into the wall.

"Caboose… Don't bother me right now." Church was obviously tired, and a massive headache was now building up inside his cobalt helmet.

"But Church… running time…" Caboose whimpered

"Caboose, stop it!" Said a now very annoyed Church

"But Chu-"

Caboose didn't get a chance to protest, because at that very moment, Church ran up to Caboose, and hit him in the back of his head with the sniper rifle. Caboose fell to the ground, and didn't move.

Tucker was speechless. Church was happier. Somewhere far away, a crowd was cheering.

"You… you killed- You killed Caboose you team killing fucktard!" Tucker stammered.

"And I'd do it again too, now come on, we gotta radio command and let them know we need a new recruit. Apparently those red bastards took out the rookie." Church said very matter-of-factly.

Not wanting another TKIA on their record, Tucker followed Church.

Back at the wreckage of the warthog, Simmons and Sarge were both staring back at the wreckage of the warthog.

"How could you not see it! It was right there in front of you!" Simmons protested.

"Very easily Simmons. I was distracted by the magic fairies and pixies coming out of your mouth!" Sarge retorted.

"Dear lord, not this again…" Simmons sighed.

Back at the Blue Base, Caboose slowly got to his feet…

"Oww… my head… What just happened here? ...Here? Where IS here anyway?" He looked around, checking his surroundings.

Putting one hand to his helmet, he activated his headset and radioed command. Static overtook his ears, but was quickly replaced by Vic's voice.

"Hello? Hello. This is Vic, do you read? Hello!" The commander asked

"This is Private Michael J. Caboose requesting… uhh… information concerning my current whereabouts" Caboose said in a calm mannered voice.

"Michael J. Caboose… yeah, blue team… got your record here. File says you're supposed to be stationed at Freeze Station Three… So, dude, is that where you're stationed?" Vic asked.

"If the name is any indication of the description, then yes. Michael J. Caboose out."

"Alright dude, well I-"Caboose turned off his headset, uninterested in hearing more of that man's annoying chatter.

"Well, I guess I'm blue now. Time to meet my team." Caboose walked into the base, where he was greeted by several shrieks, a "Son of a bitch" and numerous gunshots.

"Come on… it wasn't that bad… He didn't mean it…" Grif had his hand on Donut's back and was calmly consoling him.

"It… it was horrible… He… he just wouldn't stop…" Donut explained.

"Yeah, those blue cockbites'll pay for this. Anyway, stop what Donut? What'd he do?" Grif asked the pink marine.

"He… he…" Donut stammered.

"Yeah? He what?" Grif persisted.

"He… he was flirting with me… he wouldn't stop… and there was something about a tank in there that I didn't quite get… but I was scared Grif… I'd never been so scared in my life." Donut explained.

"… those fucking assholes" Grif cursed.

Alright, second chapter done. Again, please R&R