A/N: I really wanted to do something involving Church as he's one of my favourite characters. This is the end result of it :)

Disclaimer: I am not the owner of anything related to Red vs Blue as it is owned by Rooster Teeth.

Work And Play

By AngelEyes87

Chapter 4: Rebirth

"Ow. Ow," Church grumbled as he hobbled his way over the hill, heading in the direction of the Blue Base. Suddenly his bleeding foot painfully connected with a hidden rock amongst the ground. "Ugh, that actually fucking hurt!"

Inwardly cursing himself for his reckless carelessness Church still continued to slowly limp onwards, trying his best to ignore the strong sensations coursing through the lower half of his body. Half of him was surprised that he hadn't yet passed out from the amount of blood loss. Maybe it was the release of adrenaline that kept him soldering on.

And it was all because of that trigger happy idiot who kept on insisting that the colour of his damn armour was light red instead of pink.

Yes, Donut had done the unthinkable. He shot Church square in the foot while he was attempting to reason with the Red Team.

What did Church achieve? Absolutely nothing apart from receiving an unnecessary bullet wound.

So far during the few weeks in which he was stationed at Blood Gulch everything was unsurprisingly very different. The Red Team had no recollection of who Church was and they possessed completely contrasting personalties. It was basically like all of them switched roles altogether.

For a weird reason Donut had grown a pair of balls overnight thus seemingly being in charge, which would explain him barking out orders to the others. Sarge was a former shell of his old self, only happy to play subordinate to Donut's commands. Grif had changed from being lazy in actually wanting to help out. On the other hand Simmons...well, Church couldn't place his finger on what he was like.

"Why can't there be a goddamn crutch around here for God's sake?" Church complained. With mild horror he realised his journey back to base took half an hour when it could have normally been done within ten to fifteen minutes. "I don't know whether to praise or curse this place."

What he stated couldn't be more than true. The capture unit had transferred him back to Blood Gulch, so that he was able to relive a version of his memories of his time there. It was almost like fate bestowed him with a second chance. It was more or less being reincarnated; a rebirth to be precise. Most importantly, one of his intentions was to succeed in finding Tex. Truthfully a part of him was starting to miss her in spite of their heated arguments.

Speak of the devil, was that a familiar Freelancer in black armour in the distance? Church squinted his eyes a little, wondering if it was a trick of the mind.

He approached the figure with caution. "Tex? Tex, is that really you? If it is, say something."

The vision was indeed real as Church found himself on the ground after taking a hit to the head with an assault rifle. Before he had the chance to voice his anger, Tex growled lowly.

"Get up, cockbite."

"What, so that I'll give you the opportunity for you to strike me down on my ass again? Hell no, you bitch!"

"Quit your stupid bitching!" Tex snapped, glowering at him."I wouldn't have returned here if only you hadn't gone into the capture unit after me."

Church slammed a clenched fist into the earth beside him. "If you trust me on this, I believe this time I can resolve things."

"Yeah, I see you're doing a good job of it right now" she sardonically replied. "You already got yourself shot in the foot!"

A/N: This was mostly inspired by Episode 5 of Season 9, but I wanted to change a few things to my liking. I thought it would be interesting if Church and Tex was to meet up but their reunion hadn't been a friendly one.