Author's Note: Grif's up! Grif fights to the very end, but you already know how it ends...

Loss

Grif's POV

Early in the morning, Grif had been shaken awake by Simmons, saying a jumbled sentence about an invasion. Not believing him, Grif had stumbled outside, and has the rub his eyes three times to confirm what was in front of him.

A gigantic army of aliens were spread out in the center of Blood Gulch, all appearing meneacing. Grif was wondering what they were doing here. Where they here to avenge the Alien that had been killed by Wyoming? Or where they here for Tucker's son Junior? Whatever the reason, Grif knew the Aliens would not stop until the Red and Blue teams were dead.

Inside, Grif walked past Sarge's room. To his intense suprise, he could hear Sarge talking inside, albeit to himself. Grif pressed his ear against the door, listining.

"I don't know if I can keep doing this...What if I can't lead them to victory!" Sarge was saying to himself.

"Does he really think that? That's not the Sarge I know!" Grif thought.

"*sigh* Time to shine, Sarge." Before Grif had time to move, Sarge had opened the door, and was staring right at Grif. Grif was sure some sort of insult was about to come this way, but Sarge instead said:
"Grif you...you...forget it." Sarge glumly walked down the hallway. Grif wondered what was wrong, but he went down the other hallway.

Outside, Donut was working on the Motorcycle, trying to make the plasma guns fire faster. Simmons was helping him, passing him tools, and giving helpful advice. Lopez was standing on the roof on Red Base, and seemed to be stanring intently at the Blue Base. Sarge was leaning against the doorway, shotgun on his back.
"Sarge, are you okay?" Grif said from behind him.

"Hm? Oh, Grif...Nah, it's fine. Just...Just shut up and go help Simmons and Donut." Sarge said in his gruff voice.

And, too soon, it was time. Grif had watched Sister wander around the cliffs over the Blue base, but not before saying a few words.

"Hey, Sis. Don't get yourself killed out there. See you after the battle." Grif turned, hiding the tears which stemed from the fact he might never see her again.

Grif reloaded all his weapons, and nodded to Simmons. And just with that, they charged into the fray.

Grif fought alongside Simmons, covering his back, who in turn covered his back. They slowley worked their way across the Gulch, but in a moment, they were both surrounded.

"Uh...Simmons?"
"Yeah, Grif?"
"I think this could be a problem...WHAT IS THAT MUSIC!" A loud, blaring music had sounded, and, to their happiness, Lopez had arrived, driving the Warthog. Grif clambered into the side seat, but Lopez put his foot down to fast, and Simmons had to leap and grab unto the chaingun to get into the gunner posistion.

Lopez ran down Aliens, whilst Grif and Simmons gunned them down from their various posistions. A piercing blue light appeared above them, heading towards them. Lopez tried to turn, but it was too late. The blue light smashed into the front of the Warthog, sending Grif and Simmons flying, but Lopez was crushed beneath. Grif ran back, trying to get the Warthog of Lopez. Lopez's head was poking out. He made a strange buzzing sound, and spoke in plain English for the first time.

"Orange one...Do not weep for Lopez The Heavy...Fight on...to save...Father..." Lopez made one clicking sound, and his eyes went out.

Grif ran through the crowd, looking for a yellow blur whilst he fought his way past more Aliens. One roared at him, but was killed once Grif jammed a grenade in his jaws. He even clambered unto the back of a Wraith, and using plasma grenades, blew it up. And then he heard the piercing scream.

"Sis..." He ran, trying to get to her, trying so hard to save her. But it was far too late. Purple Crystals stuck out of her, and she was already dead.

"Sis..." Grif ran from the scene, blasting Alien's out of his way, wanting to get revenge for his sister's death.
"Sorry Mom...Guess I couldn't protect her..." He mumbled quietly. And then he saw him. Simmons couldn't see the Wraith Blast heading towards him. Grif screamed at him to run, but knowning it wouldn't work, he jumped in front of the blast.

His whole conciousness was asorbed by the light...it was brighter then anything he'd ever seen. And with that, he fell to the ground, with a dull thud.

Simmons was above him, willing him to live.

"Grif...Grif! What...Why'd you do that?"
Grif reached up, and pulled off his helmet. A weak smile was on his face.

"I did it...well, I don't know. Maybe part of it was to see my sister soon...maybe it was because You're the only friend I really ever had...Do one thing for me...Win for us. Win this battle...you Kissass." He grinned weakly.

"Sure." Simmons said defiantly. "I promise you, Grif."
Grif's eyes began to droop close. "See you...later buddy." Grif felt his body get heavier...he just wanted to sleep.

"See you soon...buddy." Grif closed his eyes, feeling the darkness envelop him. He felt completly, at peace.