Tucker made his way back to Blue base, really not looking forward to hearing the ear shattering silence. Tex had called Tucker, because, for some reason, Church had his radio off. It had been a very unwelcome call. Tex called because Sister had gotten her head stuck in the microwave. Tucker had only groaned and hung up. Tex wouldn't take that too well, he imagined. Oh well. He didn't care. Tex could pummel him all she wanted. Tucker didn't give a fuck anymore. Someone could snipe him and he would die without a second thought. Caboose was gone. And that guy was...honestly not so bad......A tear streaked Tucker's face. "I should have been nicer to him...He never did anything to deserve what he got. All he wanted was friends. Granted, he was annoying sometimes, but still........" Tucker ranted to himself. "Caboose....Wherever you are now....I just....Hope you could forgive us.....I'm...." Tucker was hysterical now, Tears pouring down his face, and biting is lip. "I'm so sorry Caboose..." And he fell to the ground, unable to support himself.
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"Donut? You ready? Is...Um....MJC ready?" Church tripped over his words at mentioning the private.
"Yeah. MJC can't get his shirt out of the zipper of his bag though." Muffled sounds came from down the hall.
"THE HELL? How'd you manage THAT?!" Donut's, now more mascline, voice shouted. He started down the hall towards the two Reds.
"I dunno....I just...Zipped it on my shirt. I didn't mean to Donut, sir." Church could make out MJC. "Please don't yell at me anymore." Church stopped dead. That voice...sounded so much like Caboose. It felt like he just had a knife stab him in the chest. Having slightly more control over his emotions than Tucker, Church resorted to having a few tears fall from his eyes. He quickly wiped them away, a slight quiver in his lip, coming and going just as quickly. The cobalt armored soldier went down the rest of the hall, turning into the only lit room. All of the other doors had been closed, making it easy to distinguish the quarters he was heading towards. He turned and couldn't help but snicker. A red faced Donut was trying to unzip the suitcase...from MJC's pants. The private had somehow zipped his pants onto the suitcase. Donut, with a sudden burst of strength, ripped MJC free of the suitcase, causing MJC to flop down onto his butt and Church lauged. He stopped snickering when he saw MJC, who sitting on the floor with his legs crossed indian style, look up to him. He looked like a child. An innocent, lonely child. Tears were welling in his big blue eyes. It was a, by Church terms, sad sight. Church lowered himself to the crying private's level, making Donut roll his eyes and cross his arms. Church reached out to rest his hand onto the narrow shoulder of MJC. "Hey. Dont cry. It's okay." Tears started to fall. "So...You name is...What?" MJC sniffed. And wiped his eyes with the long white sleeve of the shirt he was wearing.
"A-A lot of people call me, 'idiot', or 'numbskull', but can you call me MJC?" Church felt hurt. Was this how Caboose felt? MJC sniffed again. "Not many people call me that though....They don't care enough to..." Church's mouth fell slightly open. He was so innocent. So? What if he's a bit slow? Doesn't mean anyone could treat him...like....that....Oh.... Church realized that was what they had done to poor Caboose. "So. MJC." Glittery eyes answered back. "Yea?"
"I'm Church. And don't worry. I'll make sure you won't get called anything else, okay?" MJC smiled. It was a true smile. Almost angelic...
"Okay. But one thing. Do you guys have orange juice?" Church nearly fell over. There was that voice again.
"Yea.... We do......" Church looked to MJC's suitcase, zipped it up, and stood. "Let's go."