So sorry for the long time of waiting. I hope this is acceptable.

I don't own RvB. Rooster Teeth does.

Medical Officer Frank Dufrense, or Doc as he was more commonly known by was tired. He was tired, sore, thirsty, hungry, and many more unpleasant adjectives, and it was all thanks to Agent Washington.

It wasn't supposed to be a difficult job. Somebody had sent out a distress beacon, and he was supposed to go and check out the situation, hopefully not arriving six months late this time. Ironically the people he was sent to help were the same ones he'd failed to help years earlier. Doc was thrilled, not only to see his old friends again but to finally have a chance to actually help them.

He should have known something bad was going to happen. Something bad always happened around those guys. Mostly to him. One minute he was listening to an apologetic Simmons, the next thing he knew he was knocked out.

He woke up with a headache and blurry vision. He felt crabby that Simmons would knock him out. He thought they were friends! That's when the maroon soldier pointed out the two scary freelancers, and Doc began wishing he'd been late again.

The big one was the scariest one, it seemed to be the silent and deadly type, and it also had been paying agonizingly close attention ever since he mentioned O'Malley hid in his head for a while. It actually made him really uncomfortable having that dome helmet stare at him with a sort of hunger, like he couldn't wait to crack his skull open and see if there was any trace of the AI left.

He was kind of glad the gray and yellow one was there, he may be scary and violent, but at least he kept the big one from getting too close. It made things a little less scary, not by much, but at this point Doc would take what he could get.

The best moment of his capture was when he finally stuck it to that giant monster. Wash had gone off to go harass the rest of the Reds, and left them alone with the Meta. Simmons had charged up his med thingy and he got to shoot the big bad Freelancer. Him. The pacifist. It was probably the best moment of his whole career. That is until the Meta knocked him into a wall and Simmons left him for dead. That was less awesome. Sadly is was also kind of expected. His life sucked.

It got even worse when they started trying to get the location of the Epsilon unit out of him. He didn't even know what that was, and they were really pissed off about that. Even worse was that they didn't even manage to get him out of the wall; they just managed to get a chunk out and now he was totally defenseless against them. Well, more so than he'd been already.

After what was probably the most terrifying show of good cop, bad cop interrogation, Doc finally admitted that Simmons had mentioned something about sand. He wasn't exactly sure what it meant or if it was even true, but he really wanted them to stop hitting him and leave him to rest in his wall in peace. Unfortunately, they just decided to drag him along to the desert. Wash said it was because he would be useful to finding Epsilon , but Doc doubted he'd be what they wanted. It didn't stop them from bringing him anyway.

The trip wasn't a nice one. Neither Wash nor the Meta could get him out of his wall, so the Meta just dragged him along, kind of like a big, vicious sled dog. The desert was hot, and dry, and he was scared out of his mind that he would lose his usefulness and be killed. He couldn't do much in the wall, and the guys never talked to him enough that he'd be able to guess where they'd go.

He tried to keep a positive attitude. After all he'd been kidnapped before. At least he got to keep full control of his body this time. Granted he couldn't do anything with his control in the wall, but it was a start.

Swallowing his fear, Doc tried to make small talk with Wash. If he could befriend at least one of the scary freelancers maybe everything would be okay. Wash already seemed annoyed at the Meta maybe they could bond over that.

"Some people just can't follow orders," he tried hopefully. "Am I right?"

Wash's response was the one he usually received, an immediate dismissal, just like with the guys. The Freelancer even said he hated him before yanking his wall, quite roughly Doc might add, out of the sand.

Eventually they got him out of the wall. Granted they did it with grenades and it hurt like hell, and the safety that came with the wall was gone, but still, the medic had to look on the bright side.

Being with the two Freelancers was kind of like being back with O'Malley and Lopez. One was violent and in favor of killing everything, and the other said things he didn't understand and was obsessed with getting an object they'd lost. He couldn't convince them not to kill anything, they insulted him constantly, and all his plans to get away failed.

His life seemed to be going in an endless loop, only good for providing entertainment to those who liked watching him suffer. Doc felt kind of useless. His alien translation went awry, and Wash shot down all his tracking ideas. Then he stole them and insulted the medic!

He hated the gray and yellow Spartan! At least O'Malley needed him and occasionally let him have his way. Wash was just a big jerk, and Doc hoped something bad happened to him. There was no bright side, Wash was like an eternal black hole!

Then something finally went right. The homing beacon went off, and the location of Epsilon was finally revealed. The ride as short, and Doc actually got to drive. The AI, who looked a lot like Church honestly, was in some cold, snowy place that gave Doc the chills in more ways than one.

He tried to warn them, but all that came from it was an explosion and a fight that both scared and amazed the medic. Finally Tex went down, something Doc thought impossible, and Wash came to retrieve Church.

That was until the Meta went nuts and tried to kill them…again. They would have been dead if the rest of the guys hadn't crashed into the battlefield. The one thing that echoed in the medic's mind was how Wash had asked him to protect Church. Maybe Wash didn't think he was so useless after all…

He wasn't really around for it, but apparently the Meta came back, and the guys threw him over a cliff. He was sad he missed it because he totally wasn't hiding in a storage shed until he heard the fighting was over. Not at all.

He had already failed to save Church when he'd heard Wash was hurt. He had rushed over to check on him when something made him hesitate. This was the man who had caused him so much pain. The man who had kidnapped, yelled, and abused him.

Why should he save him? Sure he had promised to do no harm, but not saving Wash would probably save future people from a lot of harm.

Still, thinking back on it now, Wash had spared him. He gave him water and talked with him, albeit most of it being insults. There was always some desperation in voice when he talked about the mission.

Maybe Wash wasn't evil. Maybe he was scared, tired of being kicked around so he chose to fight back, cynical because he'd dealt with a crazy AI, something Doc could relate too, that had destroyed his life.

Doc hurried before he could change his mind. He started Wash's healing unit and began to do what he could to fix the Spartan up. Maybe Wash wasn't that bad and deserved a chance at happiness. Maybe, instead of focusing on the dark stuff, he should look on the bright side.

Finished! :D At least until more character dynamics can be discovered.