So, this is the final chapter of this fic. I'm quite proud of it, honestly, and am a little sad that I can't drag it on further. I've discovered that I absolutely love writing these guys! Because of this, I will likely be writing more RvB fics in the future.
It was now Caboose's turn to sit up, looking a little more dazed than usual.
"What did I-Oh my gosh, Church, you're hurt!" The blue soldier cried as he spotted his teammate's bleeding leg. He quickly started crawling toward the other blue, a very concerned expression on his face.
"Yeah, no shit. I wouldn't have fucking noticed if you hadn't pointed it out to me," Church growled, pulling his helmet off and glaring over at Caboose. "No. Nonono, stay the fuck away from me. Just stop. Stay where you are."
Caboose looked confused, but regardless did what he was told. At the moment, he was very confused about what had just happened and didn't understand why his 'best friend' was yelling at him and not wanting his comfort.
"Well, you guys seem pretty occupied. I'm just gonna-" Simmons started and began backing out of the room before he was cut off by the cobalt soldier.
"You're staying right here, red!" Church spat, swatting at Tucker's hand as the other man tried to get a look at the wound. Simmons sighed, but remained still. There was now a much bigger chance that they really would shoot him, and he was not at all willing to risk that.
"Well, if you're not going to let me look at it, I'm calling for a medic," Tucker said, raising his hands as Church slapped them away again.
"Fuck. No. No medics, they just... Ugh, fine, look at it then." Church folded his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall behind him, trying to ignore the pain in his leg.
Simmons shifted around awkwardly now, unsure of what to do. He could probably run out of there before the blues could even react, but...there was still that chance that they could shoot him before he made it out. He gave a huffy breath before noticing out of the corner of his eye that Caboose was staring at him. Cocking a brow, the red turned to look at the blue.
"What?" He asked, the awkward feeling just increasing as Caboose continued to stare at him.
"I do not understand what is going on," came the reply a moment later.
"The feeling's mutual," Simmons muttered, glancing back at Tucker, who was now crouched over Church's leg and inspecting it. What good he thought he could do was unknown to Simmons; he doubted any of the blues had any medical training. Then again, if all medics were anything like Doc, Church was probably better off in Tucker's hands.
"I'm pretty sure we'll have to get the bullet out," the teal soldier said, grimacing a little at the sight of the wound and all of the blood.
"With what? I don't want your filthy fingers digging into my leg!" Church snapped.
"Well...maybe we have some tweezers or something? Caboose! Go look in the bathroom for tweezers!"
The blonde jump to his feet, nodded, and raced out of the room again. He was now quite thrilled to be included in the action.
"...I just hope he knows what he's looking for." Tucker sighed as he watched the idiot leave.
Back at the red base, Grif and Donut were quite distressed.
"Grif! You've got Simmons killed!" Donut cried loudly, shaking his head and looking as though he was about to fall to his knees and scream 'noooooo!' The orange soldier, looking quite panicked, slapped a hand over Donut's mouth.
"Shut up! He might not be dead. And we don't want Sarge hearing about this."
"You mean you don't!" Donut retorted as the hand was pulled away from his face. "Because it's your fault Simmons is dead."
"Fucking christ Donut, I doubt the blues actually managed to kill him!" However, there was doubt in Grif's mind. They needed to check this out, and fast. Even if they had only injured the other red, he could be killed any minute now. "Get in the puma, let's head over there and...see what's up." He couldn't really say rescue Simmons, just in case their teammate really was dead. And if Simmons was dead, Grif was dead. He was certain that once Sarge found out, he'd be looking down the barrel of the leader's shotgun within five seconds.
Glaring at the orange clad man, Donut nodded and the two quickly made their way down from the top of the base and to the jeep. Grif was so freaked out, he didn't even care that Donut had hopped into the passenger seat rather than the back. He merely started the vehicle and sped off in the direction of blue base.
Caboose re-entered the room about ten minutes later, holding in his hand a pair of tweezers.
"Oh my god, it's a miracle! Caboose actually did something right!" Church cried bitterly as the blonde passed off the instrument to Tucker.
"Dude, you get even meaner when you're in pain," the teal soldier commented, twisting the injured man's leg a little so he could see the wound better.
"Shut the fuck up."
Caboose, a little disheartened, stepped back from the two and walked back to Simmons.
"I think Church is mad at me for some reason," he whispered to the red. Simmons rolled his eyes and gave the blue a sidelong glance.
"What ever gave you that idea?" He muttered sarcastically.
"Well first, he is yelling-"
"You didn't actually need to answer."
"But...you asked me what gave me that idea..."
"Yeah. It was sarcasm. He's obviously pissed."
"..." Caboose remained silent for a few minutes, his blue eyes trained on Tucker as he dug into Church's wound, trying to get the bullet out, and would then flick to the black-haired man as he shouted a series of profanities.
Seeing a window of opportunity, Simmons tried to perk up as he turned to face Caboose.
"Hey, I can see you guys are really busy right now. Why don't I come back later?" He asked, keeping his tone light so as to sound rather like a neighbor who had come over for a visit.
"Yes. I think that would be good. I do not think Church is in the mood to have company." The blue nodded, looking over at the red and smiling. "Thank you for coming though! Hopefully next time no one shoots Church. Then our visit can last longer."
Simmons just smiled and nodded. With a wave to Caboose, he turned on his heel and exited the room as quickly and quietly as possible. The blue base was set up the same as the red, so he quickly found his way out and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. That sigh was brought to a quick halt, however, when he walked straight into someone. Reeling back, trying to keep his balance for the second time that day, though this time succeeding, he was surprised to see it was Grif that he had slammed into. The orange soldier appeared just as bewildered and, as a bonus surprise for both of them, the shorter man pulled Simmons into a hug. "Holy fuck, you're alive!" Grif cried. Then, he paused. Realizing what he was doing, he pushed himself away from Simmons, looked up at him, and replaced the look of relief on his face with his typical bored expression. "I mean...oh hey, you're not dead. That's good, I guess."
Donut flounced over, smiling coyly. "We heard that gunshot and thought the blues had killed you!" He clarified, choosing to wait before commenting on the hug. Grif coughed awkwardly and nodded, taking a step back from Simmons.
"Yeah. What exactly happened in there then, if you didn't get shot? I mean, I'm guessing you didn't get shot, since you're not bleeding."
"Er, that's...that's a difficult thing to explain," Simmons replied, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "But basically, they shot their own guy by accident."
"They seem to do that a lot." Donut commented. "It wasn't Caboose that got hit, was it?" He added a second later, concerned now for his friend.
"Hah, no. It was the light blue guy. Church, or whatever."
"Oh. Well...good." Donut's smile returned. Simmons gave a curt nod before glancing around.
"Where's Sarge? I thought you guys were gonna sneak attack the blues while I had them distracted?"
"Huh? Oh! Uh, yeah, once we heard that gunshot...it turned into a rescue mission. And uh...he stayed back at base, just in case the blues came to, uhm, find another red to capture...?" Grif answered, shifting his stance as he quickly came up with an answer that was, of course, completely false.
"Oh. Well...I guess it worked out all right in the end, anyway, seeing how one of the blues got injured." Simmons shrugged.
"Yeah. Yes! But um, let's not discuss this mission with Sarge at all. Ever." Grif added, thinking quickly.
"...Why exactly?" Simmons asked, now suspicious. This whole thing hadn't been made up, had it? Ohhh, if it was, he was going to kill Grif.
"Because. Uhm. You know how he gets after a failed mission, how depressed and shit he gets. If we don't talk about it, he'll be happier. Which, you know what, he probably knows. So don't be surprised at all if he doesn't ask you what happened or if you're okay."
Simmons raised a brow. The first part had been almost believable; Sarge did always get a little down after a mission was failed. But not asking about anything to do with this at all? That seemed pretty shifty. The maroon clad man shot a glance over at Donut who, after jumping upon spotting his gaze, merely nodded.
"...Whatever," Simmons muttered, not really caring at this point. He just wanted to get back to his own base and away from the blues. He could get Grif in trouble later. There was always an opportunity for that, after all. Maybe he'd just let the lazy man have this one; it hadn't ended all badly, anyway. "Let's just get out of here."
And with that, the three reds hopped back in the jeep and left the blues to deal with their own shit.
The bullet now out of Church's leg and the wound haphazardly stitched back up by Tucker, the cobalt soldier pulled himself up into a better sitting position and glanced around the room tiredly. Spotting the missing prisoner, however, he snapped back into wakefulness and his gaze snapped over to Caboose.
"Where the fuck did the red go?" He asked in a sharp tone, pretty much knowing the answer already.
"Oh, he saw that this wasn't really the time for company, since you were shot and all, and he politely excused himself." Caboose replied with a smile. Church's eye twitched as he glared daggers at the blonde.
"He was our prisoner you moron! He was supposed to stay here, no matter what fucking happened!"
"...Ohhhhh."
"Yeah. I can't deal with this anymore. Just...fuck everything. Fuck you guys, fuck this base, fuck this army..." Church continued the list as he tried to pull himself up, but each time he tried, he failed. Damn leg. "Tucker, help me up."
"What? Fuck you man, I spent over an hour fixing you up, and you just told me to go fuck myself. You're on your own, dude." And with that, the teal soldier left the room, not without flipping his teammate the bird.
Church stared after him for a moment before crossing his arms and slumping against the wall.
"I can hel-"
"Shut the fuck up, Caboose."