RvB chapter 3. Sorry for the long wait. ; I've been working on other fanfics and also, catching up on some I haven't had the chance to read. (that means you HisLittleLabrat!!!!) Well, I've put a lot of thought and…effort(…?) into this chapter. There is a bit of a twist, so read and find out. And don't forget to Review!!! I must add that this is a relatively short chapter. Sorry. I'll update as soon as I can get some feedback from you readers out there. On with the RvB goodness!!!!

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Tucker's cool exterior betrayed how he really felt about the loss of Caboose. He honestly didn't want to cry due to his self-proclaimed, arrogant, ladies-man-ness. He only told Church that crying was alright to mess with his head, which he loved to do during freetime. Anywho, a picture of Church crying would be perfect blackmail. Tucker put a hand to his chin in thought of Church doing…well whatever he wanted…and smiled devilishly. Tucker, guiltily pushed those thoughts aside. He should be absolutely devastated about Caboose. In reality, though unknown to all, he had a brotherly relationship with him. He honestly, was a really great guy…Once you got passed the obsession with orange juice and irritating voice, he was a great friend, and actually, it was like talking to a giant puppy. A giant blonde puppy with big, curious blue eyes. Plus, he was too stupid to tell anyone secrets, or anything else a troubled guy at war may spill. C' mon! It's Caboose! Tucker fell out of those thoughts as a cold tear streaked down his face. He felt his lip quiver and before he broke down into the level of no return (of shame) he ran down the hall into his quarters and locked the door. He collapsed onto the bed and started…for want of a better term…started ballin' like a baby. A little object fell onto his back and he rolled over.

"BLARG!!!!" Junior yelped.

"Stop, Lil' Jay. Leave me alone. Junior whimpered and curled up, falling asleep next to Tucker. Tucker slung an arm over his kid and waited for sleep to come to him as well.

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XRed baseX

"Simmons!!!! Grif!!!!! Get yer lazy carcasses out of bed! Good fer nothing nappers…" Sarge screamed. Simmons was up quick as a flash. Even Grif had gotten up rather speedily. They both walked out of the barracks and headed toward the common room where Sarge's voice had come from. They approached the common room, but Sarge was nowhere to be found. Just then Grif's foot caught on something, and he fell to the floor with a loud CLUD!. He looked up and saw Sarge's old cowboyish face grinning down at him.

"What was that for?!"

"You got here last. Which obviously means you got up last. Nice work Simmons."

"It was nothing, Sir."

"Why did we even get up? What's all the hustle an' bustle about?"

"We got ourselves a rookie."

"WHAT??!?!?!!!?" Simmons and Grif shouted in unison.

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-With the rookie-

Donut and another soldier, who was in red armor which then melted into orange then to yellow as it got closer to his feet, were standing in the front of the Red Base talking.

"Private Donut? Why a donut? Why not a muffin? Or a cake? I like cake…"

"I don't know, but that's not the point. The times of war are hard and brutal. You always gotta think on your feet ."

"Well, if you're shooting at someone, I don't think you would want to be sitting down."

"Wait…what? What the heck are you talking about?"

"Well, if you don't want to get shot, you won't want to be sitting down, for you will be a stationary target, which is easier to hit. You would rather be walking…or running…"

"Uhh…Ok…? What did you say your name was?"

"A lot of people call me 'idiot', or 'numbskull', but my friends call me MJC."

"MJC…" Donut looked up slowly to the new recruit. He pardoned himself, leaving 'MJC' alone, and kept his cool…that is until he got into the base. After that, all chaos broke loose.

"Sarge!!!! SIMMONS!!!! GRIF!!!!" Donut shrieked as he ran into the common room.

"What in the world are ya shoutin' about?" Sarge said, ears covered.

"The new…Rookie's name…" Donut panted. "What was…Caboose's full…name?" He asked getting, to the point.

"I think his middle initial was J…" Simmons contributed. Donut's eyes got wider. –blank-JC… He thought.

Grif smiled intelligently. "His full name was Michael J. Caboose." Sarge and Simmons gawked. Grif just chuckled proudly, and left the room, heading to meet the new Rookie. If he was creating all this chaos, he was actually quite interested.

"How did he...HIM…" Simmons started.

"Shut it." Sarge barked.

"Yes, Sir."

"Why did you ask?" Sarge turned to Donut.

"The new recruit's name is MJC. Michael J. Caboose." Donut said weakly. And with a subtle smile, he passed out.

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