A/N: So, what's the reason for my delay? Well, nothing much. I hate not being able to update as frequently for you guys despite trying to keep an update schedule.

Paradox Effect

Summary: Dying sucked. Dying and being killed by the same teammate again? That sucked even more. Dying and being thrown back into Blood Gulch as a girl? That REALLY sucked. Now, Leona Church will have to put up with Tucker's perverted looks, Caboose's stupidity, and worst of all, Tex's laughter…

*Chapter 15*

Church sat down at her workbench, her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth as she worked on her sniper rifle. The Blue Team had recently received a new shipment of ammunition and weapons from their useless command (along with the same kind of shitty generic orders of 'Eliminate the enemy' and 'do better than you're currently doing'.), and she was taking advantage of their new supplies to add a little upgrades to her personal weapon.

She was fitting a new night vision attachment to her scope that would enable her to see targets at night easier. The sniper rifle lay disassembled on the table and she was carefully screwing it into the scope when Tex came in, smirking.

"So," she drawled. "Finally decided to upgrade a bit, huh?"

"Meh, I decided that it was time that it was necessary." Church shrugged and held it up to her face with a frown. "What brings you in here? You usually don't come down here unless you need to upgrade your armor. Active Camo unit giving you trouble?"

"Nah. I actually just wanted to sit down and watch you work. It's kinda cute." Tex smirked. "So, just pretend as though I'm not here and keep it on."

"You are un-fucking-believable." Church rolled her eyes and went back to work. She started putting her rifle back together and soon Tex decided to go over to her and hug her from behind. She felt a hint of pink rush to her cheeks and tried to focus on assembling the precision weapon. 'Focus, focus…she's just up to her usual stunts of messing with you as usual…'

If one day went by where Tex didn't attempt to grab her ass, she'd be fucking amazed.

She felt Tex's hands creep down her sides to her stomach and she struggled not to squirm. Even as a guy it was one of her most ticklish spots and she tried to glare over her shoulder at her ever horny girlfriend. "T-tex! I'm trying to work here!"

"I'm not doing anything yet~," she purred. "I've behaving, you pervert."

"P-pot calling the kettle black much?" Church gasped as her fingers lightly dragged across the underside of her breasts and she felt a sudden wave of heat start to pool between her thighs. "T-tex! Come on! Seriously I'm trying to fucking work here!"

Tex merely smirked and continued her rubbing for a few more seconds before pulling away. "By the way, I wanted to tell you something. Tucker is currently rocking back and forth in a corner and it's kinda freaking us out. Think you can do something about it?"

"The fuck do you expect me to do? I'm not his goddamned psychiatrist."

"Just go fucking help him for the love of God."

"Ugh. Fine." Church rolled her eyes and stood up from her workbench with an annoyed huff. "I'll go help the big baby. Just don't fuck with my rifle." 'I swear it's one thing after another. I fucking hate this canyon.'

She sighed as she walked through Blue Base. "You know what; I don't think I hate my life anymore. I hate everyone else's. I wish they didn't have them." 'I swear, I could do without like ninety percent of the human population.'

With an air of annoyance she stomped around, looking for where the hell Tucker was. "Come on, where the hell are you hiding now…?"

She found her answer soon, though it was not where she expected. She half expected to find him hiding in her room trying to get a glimpse of her nude body. But she was wrong, so badly wrong.

He was instead in Caboose's room and rocking back and forth in a corner, letting out the occasional whimper.

"Tucker? What the fuck are you doing in here?" Church asked with a groan. "You know that you're not supposed to go in Caboose's room—"

She stopped when she looked around at what was posted along the walls and she was pretty sure her jaw dropped to the floor. "…oh you've got to be fucking kidding me." 'No way. No fucking way.'

On every single square inch of the goddamned walls was posters of crude drawings of Church and Caboose holding hands and doing things as a couple. For a moment, Church was considering shooting herself in the head if only to get those horrifying and disturbing images out of her head.

"O-okay…" She swallowed a lump in her throat. "We're going to get you out of here and then we're going to drop a grenade in here to purge this from our minds. Deal?"

Tucker responded with a whimper.

Fuck it, good enough for her.

Church dragged Tucker out of Caboose's room, priming a fragmentation grenade and chucking it into it. A few seconds later she heard a very satisfying explosion and she started to hum a cheerful tune as she carried her teammate away.

Despite what she had just seen, she was still in a relatively cheerful mood. After all, it could be a hell of a lot worse.

Doc shuddered in his armor as he sat in his cell in the Red Base, looking around at his red and very bleak surroundings. Dull red lights shone everywhere around him and he could feel his sanity slowly starting to waste away into nothingness.

He felt something he never felt. He was a pacifist, devoid of negativity.

And yet he felt…angry. Really angry.

"Do it. You know you want to. Kill them now."

"What!? No! I'm a medic! A pacifist!"

"Feast on their entrails and send them to oblivion."

"Why would I want to do that? They're not terrible," Doc protested.

"Is that so? Last time I checked, decent people don't sell you as a hostage."

"I mean…"

"Did Church do anything for you? No. She insulted you and used you like a pawn. Constantly put you down. Face it already you helpless sack of shit."

"H-hey…I'm not helpless!" Doc snapped back.

"Prove it."

Doc looked around and saw the orange guy (Grif or whatever his name was) was sleeping at his guard post. Feeling a sudden surge of anger and determination Doc went over to him and knocked him out.

Grif let out a groan of pain and fell to the floor. "Ow! What the fuck!?"

Doc smiled. He liked causing this kind of violence, as strange as it sounded.

"Excellent! Now feast on their entrails, ahahaha!"

Doc picked up a rocket launcher that was lying next to Grif and let out a cackle.

It was time for him to exact his delicious revenge against the Blue Team.

A/N: Poor Doc xD. It's way too much fun torturing you. One of my favorite side characters in the entire show. He was just hilarious XD. And now we have a plot (sort of) XD. See you!

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