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Say Something	By : MrMister Category: +M through R > Red vs. Blue Views: 1849 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I dont no own Red Vs Blue or the song "Say something" by A Great Big World.

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- 1-Say Something
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own RvB and all Credits go to RoosterTeeth. I do not make any profit from my story, it's just for entertainment purposes.

Song lyrics are from "Say Something" by a Great Big World which I also do not own. Lyrics are in Italics.
Nothing would be the same. There was an emptyness since he left. He had been the rock that held it all together; the guidance and the level headedness that kept them all alive and safe. Now what was going to happen? It was like being suspended in free fall with nothing above or below waiting for the unknown.
   Agent Washington had taken his place as the leader of the Blues. It was an obvious choice considering the other candidates were less than qualified. Ever since they had taken down project freelancer and Agent Carolina disappeared with Church alongside her, things seemed a little less hopeful for one blue soldier in particular. How could he have just left without saying goodbye? Of course he just wasn't here right now but the more time passed the more the thought of reuniting was becoming less of a probability.

   Washington eyed Tucker through his visor folding his arms across his breast plate. "I'm just trying to make you the best you can be, Tucker. You have amazing potential and you're wasting it." Tucker scoffed and clicked his tongue behind his teeth.

   "So what if I'm wasting it, it's my potential so I can squander it how I please! Besides, I don't see you harping on Caboose about his uselessness which there is an abundance of. If anyone needs help, it's him. Seriously, I don't think you could prepare him for the first grade." Wash sighed and would have pinched the bridge of his nose with frustration if he could. "Where is Caboose anyway?" Wash shifted his weight from one leg to the other unfolding his arms and casting a glance towards their camp.

   "He is having an off day." Tucker groaned.

   "Another?! C'mon if I knew having 'off days' would get me pardoned from all of your bullshit I would have put on my mopey pants a long time ago." Wash glared at him even though Tucker couldn't see it, his voice would surely convey it.

   "He lost his best friend, Tucker. I'm not letting him use it as an excuse. I'm just giving him a little time to adjust. Caboose is severely sensitive, as you're well aware. I wouldn't want to cause a mental breakdown." Tucker too looked toward the makeshift base.

   "I guess."

   It was a good thing the airship had crashed and stranded them in the middle of a canyon. The base they had constructed on one side of the canyon across from the Reds looked nothing like the Base back in Blood Gulch. This made things easier only slightly for Caboose as he sat on his cot in the space that was his quarters which was comprised of steel plating and sandbags.** covered by a tarp to keep out the rain on the parts of the ceiling that didn't provide shelter but rather large holes revealing patches of sky.

   A heavy sigh escaped him, fogging up his visor from the inside. He seemed to be doing a lot of sighing recently. His limbs always felt heavy and as though there was a terrible weight on his shoulders. Staying away from the others wasn't helping anything but having to deal with Tucker wouldn't improve his mood either. They always butted heads ever since Caboose first arrived at Blood Gulch. Still, after all they had been through there was a type of comradery that wasn't there before.

   Caboose had been so preoccupied in his thoughts that he hadn't heard the heavy steps of armor on metal closing in. "Caboose?" Wash's voice spoke from behind him. He looked slightly over his shoulder to see the man in the light blue armor with the yellow accents standing a few steps behind him. Looking down again Caboose sighed for the second time. Wash felt a bit of remorse for the man with the limited intelligence. "Are you okay?" He asked breaking the silence. Caboose shrugged. Wash stepped up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, only the weight of it would signify that he had done so since neither of them could feel the other through the thick UNSC issued armor. "Come on, Bud. You can't sit in here forever. Why don't you go for a walk? Try to clear your head." Caboose didn't really feel like walking but Wash was smart and always seemed to know what to do and say so he complied.

   "Okay, Agent Washington." Turning on his heel he made for the exit. "Here I go, walking...by myself...this is no way depressing at all..." Wash sighed again.

   "I'm sorry, I just don't know how to deal with...these types of things." When he was a part of project freelancer there was no room for these types of emotions. It was 'Do or Die' that was it. If you wasted time on emotions for your fellow comerade then their death would be in vain, or in this case, their absence. Still, Wash couldn't understand why Church would be so cold as to just leave his team behind without so much as a word. He must have had his reasons.



   The Reds base wasn't too far from blue base, just across the canyon in fact. The size of this canyon paled in comparison to Blood Gulch so it was much easier for either team to spy on one another. All either team had to do was practically yell to get their others' attention. A red soldier just happened to be taking his turn as look-out when he spied a blue figure out of his peripheral. Holding his shotgun a little tighter by reflex, Simmons relaxed only slightly when he saw it was Caboose. Although the opposing team member was incredibly dense he was also incredibly capable of killing off his own team members; multiple times in fact. Seeing that Caboose was more engrossed in talking to himself didn't really confuse him much. It was more often than not that Caboose would spend the majority of his patrol talking to what could only be described as the voices in his head.

   Still, Simmons noticed something was strange about the way Caboose was carrying himself; as though his feet could give out at any moment. Simmons cast a sideways glance to his right to see Lopez had joined him, ready to take over for his turn at look-out. It seemed that Lopez had spied the blue soldier as well but didn't say anything; not like he would be understood anyway.

   "I wonder what's up with Caboose, he seems different." Simmons said offhandedly, giving explaination to why he was staring at the other soldier suspiciously. Lopez let the silence between linger before he spoke.

   "Se llama remordimiento por un compañero perdido. Algo que la gente supiera nada." (It's called remorse for a lost comrade. Something you people would know nothing about.) The brown suited soldier retorted in his motonous deep voice. Simmons sighed.

   "Sometimes I wonder if you understand what we're saying or if you only say anything that comes to your mind." Lopez didn't respond.
   Caboose had continued walking for a while. He wasn't sure how much time had passed but now the sun was beginning to set behind the wall of the canyon casting an orange glow around the ridge of the walls that enclosed them in. Realizing that he must have been out quite some time it was probably a good idea to take a rest. At first he hadn't even realized he had walked to the edge of the canyon where the airship wreckage lay. Standing in front of it he took a long moment to examine the wreckage before stepping inside.

   All around where randomly scattered pieces of armor and weapons that were of no use, only standard edition. Crates and boxes were in jumbled piles amongst the twisted steel and mangled wires that still sparked a bit from the power source. The place had been looted by both teams after the initial incident; recovering any resources that could aid in their survival. Wash was in charge of the food rations. No one expected Sarge to agree to the terms but the thought of Grif eating the entire supply was enough for him.

   Raising a gloved hand Caboose let it rest on the steel plating that was once a sturdy wall; now it was simply a large piece of scrap slightly scorched from the fire of impact. His fingers made smudges as he let his hand fall to his side. Turning around with his back leaning against it he allowed his weight to slowly slide down to a sit. Reaching his hands up he pulled his standard issue helmet off, finding it stifling. The cool air of the oncoming night was refreshing against his face and through his slightly damp hair. Caboose turned his helmet over to stare face to face with it. The golden face showed his own reflection and he frowned at it. It wasn't his helmet. Everything was being ripped out of his hands and he had no power to stop it. He couldn't guarantee just how long the little bit of sanity he had would give way to the madness he kept at bay.

   Closing his eyes he leaned his back against the wall. He stayed like this for a good long time before his brows knit together and he forced his eyes shut harder. "Anywhere I would have followed you." He said in a low tone, barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry I couldn't get to you." His bottom lip quivered as that steel knife dug into his wind pipe. No matter how hard he tried to swallow it the pain only intensed. Ever since he had met Church that day in Blood Gulch he knew they were connected by something greater than the both of them. Caboose wanted so much to just be a part of Church's life that he would do just about anything. How many times was he going to lose him? Caboose would have gone to the ends of the earth for him. "I'm giving up on you, Church. Please say something." The words were hard to utter but for some reason it made things a bit better to say them out loud. Blinking back his emotions he raised his hand to his face, pressing his palm slightly into his eye as if to physically push the emotions back. "You're the one that I love. But I'm saying goodbye." A sound to his side brought his gaze up quickly.

   Wash had let himself be heard, feeling as though it wasn't fair of him to be eavesdropping on something like this. He had set out once the sun began to set to find Caboose. Perhaps it was the paternal instict the freelancer had grown for the mentally inept soldier that made him come. He had heard voices inside the wreckage to find it was only one voice. The more he stood in silence listening the more guilty he felt. Now he stared down at Caboose's emotional expression and couldn't help but smile pitifully at the black smudges on his face where his hand had been. Caboose slowly looked away from Walsh and stared ahead instead. Wash hesitated for a moment then sat down next to him, sitting much the same way.

   "I'm sorry Caboose." The blue soldier looked to him slightly and tilted his head. Wash continued before he could speak. "I should have been there for you. I could see you hurting and I just didn't know how to deal with that. I'm not good with things like this. Especially when you began to call me Church, I wasn't sure what to make of it." Wash continued to look forward as he spoke. "I'm not Church, buddy." He said gently. "I can't replace him in your heart, even if you try to look to me like you did to him. It's only going to hurt you more in the long run." Caboose bit his lip as Wash became quiet.

   "I just don't want to believe he left me behind." The knife was back with a vengeance and it made his voice crack. "He was the only good thing to happen to me since the Great War." Wash looked at him finally this was the first time Caboose had opened up to him or anyone for all he knew. Not like the soldiers in this canyon were much the counseling type. Caboose had gone quiet suddenly, hesitant. Wash explored the younger man's profile a moment and reached up taking off his own helmet. He sighed once it was off and placed it down beside him. Caboose looked at him curiously until their eyes met. It was Wash who spoke first. "Keep going."

   "When I came to Blood Gulch I was still realing from the trauma in the Great War. I don't really want to talk about what happened or what I experienced, but let's say my mind then wasn't what it is now. They weren't sure what to do with me so they reassigned me to Blood Gulch once...once everything was worked out." Wash's eyes narrowed slightly. He wanted to ask more but thought better of it. This was literally the most clarity Caboose had ever shown in the entire time he had known him so he wasn't about to interrupt.

   "When I met Church and Tucker they didn't like me at first. They didn't like me at all. The more I stayed the more I felt like they hated me and wanted me out. It wasn't until I had OMalley in my head that I realized how much Church cared about me. Just how far he would go to help me. I knew then that I would do just about anything for him. I wanted to be close to him. To always be the one who would stand by his side." Wash was almost stunned. When Caboose looked at him he stammered slightly, what would he say to something like this? "He left me though. Left me here." Caboose drew up his knees and hugged them. It looked sort of awkward in the armor as he tried to physically console himself.

   Wash sighed and leaned his head back against the wall. "Sometimes those we care about..." He began, completely unsure of where he was going but knew he had to say something or Caboose could lose it for all he knew. "Sometimes those we care about do things that we don't always understand. They do things that seem selfish or hurtful but really they are doing it to protect us." Caboose sat for a moment in silennce, no doubt processing what Wash was saying.

   "So, you think Church left me here to protect me?" Wash swallowed hard. The last thing he wanted to do was give him false securities or sense of hope when there very well could be none.

   "It's likely. Even if he never comes back, Caboose, know that he cares about you." There, that should be enough comforting. Wash thought. It was vague enough to not make any false promises yet believable enough to hopefully make the other feel a bit better.

Note from Mister: Chapter 2 coming soon, please look forward to it! I can't guarantee there will be sex but there will be all the feels!
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