Hello! Sorry about the rantish AN last chapter. I know you guys are great, and I love getting reviews, no matter how hard they are to understand: P

School starts tomorrow. We'll see how that works out :/

Seeing how I constantly change PoV's, the story time-travels a bit. For example, Grif had just began cooking when the first bit of this chapter starts, but ends later than the last chapter did. So, yeah. A little bit more confusion, I'll try to make the time apparent as possible when it's important.

"Calm down. They'll be fine." North continued to stare through the windscreen, not bothering to answer. York was talking to himself more than North.

Carolina's text hadn't given much information, but the urgency was obvious. North felt guilt stew in his stomach. It had been his idea to send Carolina with Tex. York would have never let Carolina go into danger without a good reason. North had reasoned with him that Carolina was best suited for this kind of mission, and if Tex planned to betray them, she'd be less likely to hurt Church's half-sister.

York stopped the car suddenly. Two figures ran out of the shadows, racing towards the car. "Neither looks like they're injured," North muttered, hoping to calm York.

"Holy crap, why does Tex have a gun?"

"In case any more of the Insurrection decide to shoot us." She seemed incredibly calm for someone who had just been in a gunfight. Carolina looked shaken, but somehow managed to maintain a similar calmness.

"What the fuck?" York looked close to hyperventilation.

"Just drive. I'll explain when we get to base."

North looked over at York, concern in his eyes. "Do you want me to drive? You seem a bit freaked out."

"Y-yeah. Thanks."

Tucker would never, ever, ever admit it to anyone, but his first kiss had been with a guy. It hadn't been a dare, and it wasn't the other guy's idea. Tucker had done it totally willingly. Unfortunately, the person he kissed hadn't been Ok with it, and neither had the people watching.

He had been teased relentlessly. Of course, once Tucker came to the realisation that kissing another guy was certainly not someone 'cool' does, he pushed the idea far from his head. Obviously, that wasn't enough. The bullying went well into middle school; until he decided the only way to prove he wasn't gay was to be as straight as possible. Amazingly, being an annoying douchebag constantly obsessed with sex gave him the popularity every kid in school dreamed of.

Tucker often wondered if Church had any idea of why he acted like he did. Unlikely; he'd moved to Austin long after the bullying had ended. Grif and Donut did, of course, and Tucker was always worried they'd bring it up whenever Church went after them for their sexuality.

And Simmons... Well, Simmons had been the guy Tucker kissed, so of course he knew.

Why the hell am I remembering this now? Tucker frowned at his phone, like it was at fault for the resurfacing memory. It kind of was- he had been about to text Sister when he saw Simmons' contact right above hers (Why the hell did Tucker still have his number?) and boom, questionable sexuality rediscovered.

Groaning, Tucker decided to fuck it and get out of bed, despite the early time. It was a Saturday, so he usually stayed in bed as late as physically possible, but he knew that if he didn't busy himself, that cursed memory would just spiral around his head until he wanted to pour bleach onto his brain just to forget it.

"Hey mum," he muttered when he wandered past her bedroom, knowing from the lack of reply she was still passed out from whatever she had done last night. His house was one story and small; Tucker took extra effort to be quiet, in order to not worsen her hangover if she did wake.

He was too lazy and groggy from sleep to bother cooking himself a proper breakfast. Microwaved pizza from last night would do. The pizza burned his fingers when he tried to pick it up- his loud swearing managed to wake his mum.

"Lav, could you please keep it down." She walked into the kitchen in her bathrobe, clutching her head.

Tucker half-grinned at the nickname he gave him; he could never tell if it was a shortening of his first name or a badly pronounced 'love'. Maybe both. "Sorry mum. You can go back to sleep if you want, I'll keep quiet."

"Eh, it's ok. I wasn't really sleeping anyway." She headed over to the alcohol cupboard. Tucker filled a glass with water and placed it in her hands before she could get anything from there. She looked at it for a moment, as though wondering what it was, before smiling. "Yeah, you're right. Probably shouldn't drink after last night."

"Yup." Tucker began eating, watching as his mum made herself a similar breakfast.

"So, you going over to a friend's place? What's that boy's name... Simmons?"

Tucker tried to hide a wince. Great, fate hated him. "Mum, Simmons hasn't been my friend for a long time." Since I kissed him.

"Sorry Lav. Too many names."

Tucker didn't mind her forgetfulness, or her drunkenness. It was like living with an older friend. And she could be much worse. She could have abandoned him, like his dad did long before Tucker was born. Or she could die, or suicide... Ok, now he thought about it, maybe he should go help out Church. He'd been avoiding meeting him face-to-face, knowing more than anyone how irritable Church was. But the guy needed some support.

"Mum, I'm going out. Don't burn anything down, 'kay?"

She grinned slightly. "Ok. And that was only once!"

Theta was bored. As usual, Delta had forbidden him from leaving the house alone. Sigma was messing around with hair dye and Omega was keeping her company, therefore Theta was stuck at home whilst Delta and Gamma worked.

No computer, no game console, and our TV never has anything I like. He had read through all the books in the house, aside from Delta's non-fiction. The most fun he could have at the moment was by listening to Sigma try and convince Omega to colour his hair.

"No way. Just no."

"Come on! It'll look good on you."

"Sigma. No!"

"Even Delta dyed his hair, though it was just boring blonde. Seriously, one little bit of colour."

"It's not happening!"

"You could dye your hair purple. Doc would like it." This was followed by stuttering, before Omega stormed out, mercifully free of dye.

"Omega! Are you going? Can I come with you?" Omega froze at the doorway, wordlessly looking from Theta to Sigma, worry etched in his face. Theta got the message. "Nevermind. I'll stay."

Sigma noticed his upset tone. "Come on Theta. I can redo your hair."

Theta perked up quickly at that. "Ooh! Can I have more purple this time? It's really cool."

"Sure!"

It was one of the few times when Church had to face his father. "Dad, look. I need to go to school. It's kinda compulsory."

"Someone like you doesn't deserve education."

Church tried to ignore the hatred that coated his words. It was hard, especially when it was thrown at him daily. "If you don't pay my school fees, I'll be stuck at home all day. And besides, mum was-"

"Allison was not your mother. Don't you dare pretend shit like you came from her!"

No. I came from you, and your stupidity. It still kind of unnerved him that his step-mother had the same name as his girlfriend. "Ok, ok. Allison always ensured I went to school. If you stop that, then you're denying her wish."

He thought about it for a moment. "Fine. I'll pay the fucking fees." Church breathed a sigh of relief. Having to pay for school himself was not something he wanted to do.

With that battle won, he headed out, already late for his job. He jogged to the cafe, hoping it would be full enough to keep him busy for his entire shift. His phone alerted him of a text around the same time his boss noticed he was there.

"You're late."

"Yeah, I know. Sorry."

"Ugh. Whatever. Get to work, you can make up the time at the end of your shift."

The text was from Tucker. U work yet?

Looking around to ensure his boss was out of sight, Church responded; Just starting. Y?

Got nothin 2 do. I'll keep you company. Church grinned. He needed a friend right then.

"But you promised!"

"Donut-"

"Pleaaase?"

"No!"

"You could take them with us." Grif glared daggers at Simmons, who was sitting beside him, until now totally uninterested in the phone conversation

"I don't want to. And how do you even know what I'm talking about?"

"All Donut ever calls you for is trips to the mall and the occasional invite to some girly thing he wants to do. And seeing you haven't hung up on him within five seconds, it's the first one.

"Is that Simmons?" Hi Simmons!"

Grif winced at the yell. "You hurt my ear, asshole."

"Can I talk to Simmons?" Grif wondered if Donut even heard what he'd said.

"He wants to talk to you." Simmons rolled his eyes and held his hand out for the phone.

Grif stared at the ground. He hated listening to one-way conversations like these.

"Hello?"

"Hi Donut-"

"It's a long story. I'm happier now, promise."

"I don't have anything against it. But Grif-"

"I really don't think that'll help convince Grif." Especially when his name was mentioned so much.

"Well, maybe. How about we take you two, split up, and meet back an hour later?"

"How long do you need for shopping?"

"Seriously? Ok, fine. But no longer."

Simmons hung up, handing the phone back.

"You were supposed to convince him not to drag us into several hours of boredom."

"Come on, it won't be that bad. And we can pick up food stuff while we're there."

"Ugh fine."

Simmons grinned and kissed him quickly. "Now you're the grumpy one. This is new."

"Hi Simmons!"

"How are you? You seem really depressed lately, are you Ok?"

"Can you and Grif take me and Sister shopping? Please?"

"Sister needs an outfit for a date with Tucker, and she's colour-blind, so it's really hard for her to do it alone."

"Ok, that's true. But still! Surely you can convince him!"

"We might need more time than that."

"Um... It might take up to two hours."

"Ok. See you soon!" Donut went to text Sister the moment Simmons hung up, informing her of his success.

Donut hummed as he checked through his email, wasting time as he waited for Grif to show up. No one but him was at home; both his parents were at work.

Grif's battered car appeared quickly; Donut and Simmons lived pretty close together. Donut raced out of his house, almost forgetting to lock up before jumping in the car.

"Shut up," Grif muttered.

"I haven't said anything!"

Grif muttered something that sounded like "that's the point," but Donut couldn't be sure, as Simmons talked over him.

"You know Grif hates shopping. Plus I may have woken him up early today, and we don't have any Oreos at home. Best not to annoy him any further."

"Ugh, fine."

The car trip was almost silent. Donut squirmed uncomfortably; he was unused to being quiet. He hoped Grif would at least let him and Sister chat.

Sister was waiting outside when they arrived. She probably didn't even notice Simmons' warning to be quiet.

"Donut! Hi."

"Hey Kai."

"So excited. It's been a while since I've had someone else help me pick clothes. Grif refuses to."

"He'd probably be terrible at it."

"Yep. Anyway, Tucker likes aqua, right?"

"Uh..." Donut gave a nervous glance at Grif. "I think his favourite colour is actually cyan."

"Well do you think I should get cyan clothes for our date?" Donut would have told her that cyan wouldn't really fit her, but Grif yelled from the front before he could do much more than open his mouth.

"You're getting stuff for a date?"

"Grif," Simmons muttered, trying to calm him down.

"What the fuck, sis? Why didn't you tell me?" Grif was glaring at them from over his shoulder.

"Because you would freak out like you are now!"

"Grif!" Simmons tried to shake Grif but ended up punching his shoulder in his haste. It didn't matter anyway; there would have been no time to avoid the car they were speeding towards. Grif still tried, frantically turning the wheel and pressing the break.

"Son of a bitch!"

Yup, I'm evil.

So, I've realised how much the last five chapters have been absorbed in the past... So as if these guys didn't have enough troubles, now you can witness the creation of some more! Anyway. This style of writing (focus on every character) is really goddam hard. Help please? If you guys could tell me your favourite and least favourite character in this story (not relying on the show), that'd help.

As usual please review with any critism, suggestions, ideas or comments you have. Bye! :D