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Gears of Denial	By : BlueBastard Category: +G through L > Gears of War Views: 2605 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fuckin' grubs.

Baird struggled within his bonds, almost wishing the drone had finished him off with its stolen lancer.

He looked dismally around the dank caverns of the Hollow ruins, deeply regretting the words he had said.

And Baird was not one to regret a thing.

Not since his strict bastard parents had been alive.

Damn Marcus.

And damn the Locust for not killing him before he spouted that nonsense in his earpiece.

'Cause with Marcus it wasn't a question of IF he'd show up, but WHEN.

It wasn't the Sergeant's survival he worried about. Or even the poor army of Locusts that were gonna die because they got in his way.

No. Oh no.

It was número uno, Baird's own hide, that he was concerned about. And not from the Grubs holding him captive, but the do rag wearing bastard that was comin' to save his ass. There was no telling what Marcus might do.

"Aw, man. I am so fucked..." He muttered.

-o-HOURS EARLIER-o-

He won a chainsaw face off with the previous grub, putting his all in cutting through hard shell and soft guts. The juncture of the neck and shoulder was always the best spot, the revved lancer snagging the hard flesh in a way that helped cut through the mass of flailing innards.

Then the other damn bug snuck up behind him, delivering a ringing blow to his back. The blond staggered to his knees.

He could hear the instrument of death spitting smoke and ground metal, tensing for the final blow. But an armored Kantus rolled up, slashing its arm through the air with a fierce shake of its head.

He expected burning bullets to riddle him with holes, but he just received a harsh kick to the chest, knocking him flat on his back. Winded.

-::Baird? Baird, the fuck is going on?!::- Marcus demanded over the headset.

The blonde had successfully managed to evade the darker haired man by volunteering to help the COG forces out with whatever repairs needed doing.

Volunteering.

Man, still left a vile, bitter taste in Baird's mouth. Or was that the copper tang of his own blood?

Anyway, avoiding Fenix at base was one thing, but in the middle of a surprise attack was another.

The blonde genius only hesitated a fraction of a second before replying.

"Uh, kinda busy here, boss..." Baird coughed painfully, glaring up at the scaly drone and leather-hided Kantus.

He raised his Lancer as it stalked closer. But the armored creature merely threw its head back and laughed. Baird knew he had no chance in hell of killing the Kantus without more explosive weaponry -something he was NOT gonna try at this range 'cause he was no fuckin' martyr- so he did the next best thing.

He twisted the barrel and shot a hail of bullets into the drone next to him.

Point blank.

The grub was a bloody and faceless heap on the ground before he knew what had happened.

The armored Kantus gave a furious cry before rushing Baird. It kicked the weapon out his hand, pinning him to the ground underneath its heavy boot.

-::We're comin' Baird! Hold on!!::- Marcus growled through the headset.

But they were separated by a large wave of locust. Baird knew they wouldn't make it in time.

"Forget it, Marcus." Baird knew it was suicide for them. It was too late. Worry that would make lesser men break down clenched his heart, but he twisted it calmly into his lovable dry wit, even though it was at his own expense, "Guess this is the part where I spill my guts, huh?"

-::Shut it, Baird. You're not dead yet::- Marcus grated through the radio.

"I just wanted you to know..." Baird sighed deeply. Marcus couldn't know. But what did it matter now? He beat his pride with a stick as he finally admitted, "I... I don't care who you sleep with."

-::Shit, you're bringing this up now?! You've been avoiding me for days and you wanna let me know NOW??::- Marcus was furious. But deep within the layers of anger was a seed of fear. Baird was talking like he thought he was gonna die.

"Just shut the fuck up asshole and listen -wait, you noticed?" A bloom of warmth seeped into his chest, but the blonde shoved it aside in favor of his limited time, "Anyway, just shut it. I don't care WHO you screw all right? I just..." Baird hesitated. But there was no time. The Kantus looked as though it would be done talking to the Queen bitch in its head at any moment. Now or never. "...Just wish you coulda fucked me over Dom..."

Baird could literally hear Marcus stopping dead in his tracks, Lancer slack at his side. 'Cause no matter how surprised he was, there was no fuckin' way he would drop a weapon.

Nervous despite his own dangerous predicament -seeing as how the Kantus was losing that far off look it sported while communing through crazy mind shit- Baird began rambling, "There. There, I said it. 'Cause... you know I... I do. I really, really do."

-::...Baird...::- Stunned was an overstatement. And Marcus was not one to let his guard down at all.

Then the Kantus struck the Corporal straight in the face.

Marcus must've been close enough to see, 'cause he roared Baird's name.

As unconsciousness dulled the fiery pain, Baird swore he heard Marcus shouting, -::Hang in there, Baird. We're gonna get you outta there!!::-

-o-o-o-

Marcus had seen Baird through the throng of grubs. What had the Gear been thinking, getting himself separated this far out in the tide?

Baird's confession, as enticing as it was, had to be pushed to the back burner for a while.

If Baird only knew...

Dom had been encouraging Marcus to just tell the bastard already. But Fenix had stubbornly refused. His pride measured right up there with the sarcastic blonde's. Tough, weathered exterior. Gushy shit on the inside. But there was no room for that on Sera. Before, during or after the war. Not for these two men.

The moment Fenix had laid eyes on the blue-eyed devil, he had been as if physically struck. His heart stopped, and his eyes widened a fraction. His lips may have even parted a bit as he attempted to remember how to breath. He hadn't even glanced once down at the precious resonator the blonde had held in his hands.

When they had taken refuge in the mausoleum, he had managed to snap out of it, recognizing the bitchy voice he had recently met after he, Dom and Lieutenant Kim had picked up Cole.

'You're Baird.' Not really a question. It had been more Marcus attempting to reboot his brain.

'Yeah, that's right, asshole. Question is, who the fuck are you?' Ever the conversationalist, Baird had retorted sharply, not afraid to get in Marcus's face.

Fenix had learned to respect men that didn't back down. Didn't cower with their fuckin' tails between their legs. Baird may have come off as a whiny ass-wipe, but he was an intelligent whiny ass-wipe with some serious balls.

Not to mention a fuck-able lookin' one at that.

Bein' in the slammer had mellowed down society's propaganda for companionship. He knew a good lay when he saw one, and this blonde Gear before him was just Marcus's cup of tea.

That night, after the meeting with the Kryll, Fenix had fucked Dom harder than normal. With a fuckin' passion. And bein' normal fuck buddies, what with Dom's heart forever bein' Maria's -whether she was dead or alive- it had been a mutual compassionless jerk off session. Ever perceptive when it came to Marcus, Dom had asked what was up. But he already knew.

The newly appointed Sergeant had denied anything being wrong, so Dom dropped it.

But a week ago Dom had finally brought it up. His ass was getting sore from the pounding that had gotten increasingly unquenchable. Like a thirst had Fenix in it's grip, getting tighter and tighter, Dom being the only temporary relief around.

Tell him. Just tell the bastard.

As if it could be that easy.

'You met the guy?' Marcus had asked. He couldn't admit to himself that he fell for the blonde -and fell hard- much less risk telling the smart mouth and facing a snarky rejection on top of it all.

Even if there was a chance the Corporal felt the same way, he doubted Baird was the type to admit it.

'Yeah. And I gotta be honest, I'm kinda questioning your sanity right now Marcus.' Dom had joked.

Which he got a painful slug in the arm for.

But in the meantime, Marcus was more concerned with seeing a kicking and breathing Baird.

"Move. Move. Move!" He ordered the rest of Delta squad, sprinting through the horde.

Dom kept the sprinting pace at his right, barely sighting in his shotgun scope before he pulled the trigger, slamming face after face of Locust

Cole lived up to his name, barreling through the grubs like a 50 ton train of pain.

He could make it!

Baird was only yards away.

Then an emergence hole erupted right next to the downed blonde and the armored Kantus. Like the physical manifestation of a black hole, Fenix felt it's appearance drain his hopes as surely as the color drained from his face.

"Fuck!" Marcus cursed.

He raised his gun, slamming round after round into the Kantus. But the notorious armor withheld his onslaught. Fenix cursed that he couldn't use a frag. Not with Baird so close.

"C'mon!" Marcus baited, "Bring it!!"

But the Kantus merely shrugged off the hail of projectiles, shaking its spiked armor as though it was metallic fur that had been drenched in the rain. Shooting Marcus a fierce glance, the Kantus grabbed Baird's prone form and dragged the blonde with him down the hole.

"NO!!!" Marcus rushed to the opening in the ground.

But a burst of dirt and stone signaled the sealing of the grub's hasty exit.

Marcus didn't stop. He stumbled to his knees on top of the freshly covered hole, leaving the rest of his team to cover his back as he pounded the ground in frustration.

"Baird!!" Marcus raged, clawing at the hard dirt.

"Marcus! Marcus, he's gone!" Dom pulled at his friend's shoulder.

"No!" Marcus shoved the other, bearded man with a jerked shrug of his arm, "He's not! They didn't kill him. They grabbed him!"

"How do you know?" Dom questioned.

Marcus had a hard look in his eyes, "I just do, all right?"

"If you're sure, Marcus..." Dom shrugged.

"I am. Now fall out! I'm goin' down the next hole that opens up. They're not taking Baird a second time! Not for long. If anyone wants to stay behind, I understand." Marcus shouldered his Lancer, eyeing each of his Gears in the eye.

"Ain't nothin' gonna stop the Cole Train, baby!" The lovable Gear declared enthusiastically.

"Can't get rid of me that easily, Marcus. I've come too far to let you die like an idiot on some suicide run." Dom chuckled.

Something tightened in his chest at their words. At what they said. And what wasn't said at the same time. Delta squad. Dom, Cole...

They were family.

And they would go through hell and back to help Marcus get Baird back.

Maybe they weren't in a perfect world. They weren't the perfect Gears the government wanted 'em to be.

But they were HIS Gears. And they were all each other needed to survive the hell Sera had become.
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