This chapter is not like all the others. It turned more into a York joining Tex fic, but somebody requested a chapter with York, and I write chapters for requests. It may take forever, but I'll do it. Anyway, enjoy this chapter, and it's kinda offness.

Copyright thing. I don't own RvB

'Is that Wash?'

York was sitting in the infirmary, still clutching Carolina's hand. He hadn't moved since they had brought her here early in the week.

He was half asleep when he was woken up by blood-curdling screaming. York bolted upright in his chair, and by instinct, gripped Carolina's hand tighter.

'What the hell?' York thought sleepily. 'That almost sounds like Wash.' York shook his head

'I must be crazy,' he thought. 'That can't be Wash.'

"Agent York, I must confirm that vocal recognition programs prove that that is indeed Agent Washington."

"What happened to him?" York asked confused.

"Perhaps his AI implantation did not go well," Delta suggested.

York shook his head. "That's insane! They wouldn't put another AI in someone's head after what happened to Carolina!" he insisted looking down at the teal Spartan.

They hadn't removed the AIs in her head yet out of fear of damaging her mind, but York hoped that they would remove the damned things as soon as she woke up.

Of course, she should have woken up days ago.

York shook his head again. "They wouldn't…"

The doors burst open, interrupting his sentence. Through them came Wash on a stretcher, screaming and thrashing like a madman.

"What the hell happened?" York asked, leaving Carolina's side for the first time in days to go stand by Wash's bedside. "Why is he screaming?"

"Agent Washington is having a bit of trouble adjusting to his new AI. It's nothing to worry about Agent New York," one of the medics that had brought Wash in said simply.

Without a word, another medic pulled a syringe out and jabbed it into the grey and yellow freelancer. "This will calm him down a bit," he explained to York.

With that done the medics left the room and left the freelancers alone.

York looked at Wash with a worried expression. Whatever the medics had given him had indeed calmed him down. Wash was no longer flailing and his bloodcurdling screams had died down to a slight whimper.

"You okay Wash?" York asked gently, afraid to set the younger man off on another fit.

Wash turned to York as if just realizing he was there.

"Oh hi York," he said in a quiet, tired voice. "How's Carolina doing?" he asked.

His eyes, usually vibrant and full of good humor, had a haunted tired look to them. He managed to smile weakly at the tan freelancer.

"She's the same," York said. "Still hasn't woken up, but any day now, she'll wake up and kick my ass for lounging around here in the infirmary for a week."

He laughed slightly just thinking about it before his expression once again turned somber.

"How's the AI?" York asked cautiously, knowing that it was most likely the cause of the problem.

"Epsilon?" Wash asked. "Epsilon, Epsilon is…fine. Perfectly fine. Just a little…nervous. Kinda like Theta was I guess." Wash swallowed and shivered a bit. "He's scared."

York gave a small humorous laugh. "They do get scared sometimes. Maybe Delta could help."

Wash looked doubtful, but said in a quiet voice. "Epsilon, come out here for a minute. Someone wants to meet you."

A tiny white figure appeared next to Wash's head. It was a nervous little AI, and only barely seemed to be keeping itself materialized.

"Okay D, let's see if we can get him to calm down," York said as Delta materialized next to his head.

"I will try," the green AI said moving closer to Epsilon.

This proved to be a mistake. As soon as Epsilon caught sight of Delta, whatever sense of control the AI had immediately left him.

The AI screamed. An eerie ear-splitting screech that reminded York too much of how the AIs had acted during the match between Tex and Carolina.

'Thank God Delta isn't freaking out again.' York thought.

The same couldn't be said for Wash. The AIs panicked screaming sent the gray and yellow freelancer off on another fit. He clutched his head and screamed.

"Allison!" one of them screamed. York couldn't be sure. Their voices seemed to mix and merge together into one horrible other-worldly voice.

"Allison!" it screamed again. "Couldn't save her! The pain won't stop! Why won't it stop! Why? Why is this happening to me? Why are you doing this?" The voice sobbed.

"Wash! Wash calm down!" Wash reached out a hand to touch the Spartan, but he screamed and pulled back, still clutching his head.

"D what's happening?" York asked helplessly. He had no clue what to do. This was just like what had happened with Carolina.

"I do not know York," the green AI said. "Perhaps it was not a good idea for me to materialize. My presence does not seem to be comforting Agent Washington's AI."

"I can see that!" York snapped.

The door to the recovery room opened, and York thought for sure that the medics had returned to calm Wash down again. However it was North that walked through the doors instead.

"Geez York! I came as soon as I heard. What the hell is wrong with him?" North exclaimed rushing over to Wash's side.

Unfortunately Theta chose that moment to materialize next to North's head.

"What's wrong with Agent Washington?" he asked curiously.

The additional AI only seemed to make matters worse. Epsilon's figure twitched and faded in and out.

"No! No! No! No!" he screeched. "You left! You were split apart! They made you leave! Why did they do that me? Why did they do that to Allison?"

Wash screamed and tried to curl into a small ball, still clutching his head in pain.

North and York exchanged worried glances.

"What's wrong with him?" North asked.

"I don't know," York said. "He was doing just fine. The AI was a bit freaked out, so D came out to try and comfort him like he did with Theta, and things just kinda fell apart."

"Keep them out of my head. I won't have any more of them in my head!" Wash begged.

"Agent York," Delta said coming towards the tan freelancer's head. "It might be best for Theta and I to retire. Our presence only seems to be making matters worse."

"Retire!" York snapped, and North told Theta to do the same thing.

"Only for a little bit," the purple freelancer promised as the AI faded out.

Unfortunately it seemed too late. Even after Delta and Theta retired, Wash and Epsilon still screamed.

Finally, the medics arrived once again to calm Wash down. This time, they knocked him out, and kicked North and York out of the infirmary.

York stayed outside the infirmary doors. He wasn't allowed back in, but he still didn't want to leave Carolina's side.

He had nearly fallen asleep outside the doors when they opened up again. To his surprise, it was Carolina who walked out.

"Carolina," he said surprised. He got to his feet and started to follow her.

"Carolina how are you feeling?" he asked. "Did they remove those AI from your head?"

Carolina turned and glared at him. "Why would they do that?" she snapped. "I am perfectly capable of handling them! That thing with Texas was just a fluke. I'm fine York!"

She turned and stalked off. "I'm going to go train. I've already lost a lot of time. I would do the same if I were you!" she called over her shoulder.

York shook his head. What was wrong with her? Those AIs caused her to go into a coma for nearly a week! How could he still want them in her head?

"She's crazy," a voice said from behind him. York turned around and saw Agent Texas. "She needs to have those things removed from her skull. Hell, maybe we all should."

York stared suspiciously at the back freelancer. "What do you want?" he asked cautiously.

"I need your help," Tex said cutting to the chase. "There are things you don't know about this project. Terrible things. Illegal things."

York had always had suspicions about the project's morality. Somehow, hearing it from Tex confirmed those thoughts.

"What do you want me to do about it?" York asked.

"I just need you to help me. I'm busting out of this joint, but I can't leave yet. I need to get something first."

"What?" York asked. "What's so important that you would go against the Director to get it?"

"What does it matter?" Tex asked irritably. "It's just really important, and I need to get it."

"I'm not going to help you unless you tell me what it is that we're busting in to get. Trust is a two way street Texas. If you want me to help, you need to tell me."

Tex hesitated for a minute before reluctantly pulling a dog tag out of her armor. "This will explain everything," she said. "If you want to help me after you see this, I'll be waiting in the locker room."

York took the dog tags and went to examine what was on the dog tags.

What the project had done, was horrible. York could not believe that he had helped cause so much pain and destruction.

He got up from the chair he was sitting in and went off to the locker room to find Tex. He was going to help right the wrongs that had done.

He was going to help Tex break out the Alpha.

What the project had done to it wasn't right. What happened to Carolina and especially Wash as a result of it was just sick.

Carolina had always been hardworking, but now she was obsessed.

Wash was carefree, but now. Now he was crazy and screaming. If Wash could come out of this with his sanity unscathed, York would be surprised.

As he was on his way to the locker rooms, Tex ran past him. He quickly ran after her.

She stopped briefly and looked at him. York handed her the dog tag.

"I'll help," he said simply.

"Thanks," she said. "Means a lot to me. We'll have to reschedule the break-in though. I kinda ran into a bit of trouble."

Tex ran off down the corridor.

York looked after her retreating figure. 'Trouble?' he thought.

'We're all going to be in trouble,'

Regardless of how much trouble he would get in for the break-in, York knew he had to do it.

He had to do the right thing. He was a good guy after all.