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RvB: Reasons (Sandtrap AU)
"It was because of the Inssurectionists."
CT wasn’t quite sure how they got here. Why they were staying here. What possibly convinced her that here was the best place for them, when not two hours before they had called a truce. Then again, that’s how she always remembered it being with Wash, towards the end.
He looked up at her with that new sardonic scarred smile. “You’re blaming your buddies for it?”
"They weren’t my friends, Wash,” she said, inexplicably defensive. These last few years hiding behind a disguised voice and miles upon miles of sand in every direction. Hiding until a handful of incompetent simulation troopers brought back the one person she had hoped she’d never see again. “I didn’t like leaving you.”
She thought she heard him scoff at that sentence, but it was quiet and under his breath, his eyes turned down to the fire in front of them. He was supposed to be keeping watch, until she decided to be distracting. Just like old times. “It wasn’t the Insurrection, CT.”
"It was the Director, then," she said easily, quickly. "It was him, his stupid pushing and the program and when he introduced the AIs-"
"You weren’t even there then." He didn’t say it with malice or resentment. Maybe that’s why it hurt so much to hear.
"But I was there for the scoreboards."
"Long enough to see yourself fall off of them," he said quickly, and looked up. The hardest part of seeing this face, nearly unrecognizable, was when he’d try and show concern or regret or sorrow at his words. He always was a terrible actor.
"Some truce," she muttered. "It was the program, Wash.”
He looked at her, at her face, aged and weathered and with that small glimmer of hope. He knew his words would have to wipe it off, to crush it, and something in him was glad he’d had so much practice doing it, years ago. Like riding a bicycle. “It was us, CT.”
She didn’t say anything, but he saw her look change like he knew it would. “It was-“
"It was us," he cut her off. "That’s why we didn’t work. That’s why we couldn’t work. It was us, and you know it."
"I’m going to bed," she said after a long time of standing, stubbornly, willing him to take it back.
"I’ll be where you left me," he said with a dry grin at his own joke.
She paused just long enough to quip back, “that’ll be a first.”
The flight is long and Wash is nearly asleep, his chin resting on the inside of his helmet, when York asks if they’re parking. Looking aside Wash sees that York had adopted a nearly identical pose as himself. On the other side of the bay, the twins are relaxed back against their restraints, chins up.
So Wash isn’t quite awake when 479 announces that they’re about to drop like a rock, and she snaps at him immediately when he responds to her. He almost opens his mouth to snap back, but Delta pops up and the details of the mission come flooding back. Insurrection base. Retrieval mission. No need to leave anybody alive.
Wash starts to make an excuse to 479, to save face, but then the rhythm of the words make him hear other ones so clearly in his head:
Don’t make excuses for me. I’m not making excuses for myself.
I really love that you wrote about that one moment, because I noticed it too and thought it odd and now this is on my dash and
and this is headcanon’d so fucking hard, seriously.
Nem, how do you always know how to be so incredibly excellent in life?
"Ready for training?" York asked, clapping Wash on the shoulder in the process with a little more force than necessary.
"Sure," Wash coughed out. "Yeah. You know, it wasn’t my fault that you got run over by another car last mission."
York scoffed his sarcastic agreement. “What kind of friend would I be if I held onto a thing like that into the next training mission?”
Wash gave this some thought. “A vindictive, cruel, takes-a-joke-way-too-far, unprofessional, total dick kind of friend?”
"See?" York said enthusiastically. "I am none of those! Well, maybe some of them, but not all of them.”
"Yeah," Wash answered, unconvinced, and the mission started.
It pleasantly surprised Wash that the oddest thing about the training mission turned out to be his teammates. Of course, with the exception of York, who behaved himself quite well and maturely and Wash was now convinced that his friend had something even more sinister planned.
North was first, when he passed Wash at the start of the mission he turned around and clapped his hands together as he said with a very noticeable mocking smile, “we always hoped you two kids would get together!”
His twin wasn’t far behind as she muttered “about damn time, too,” and left it at that.
Wyoming spoke towards the middle of the mission, while he was reloading his gun and Wash was covering him. “It’s great that you two finally felt comfortable enough to make it public.” By the time Wash thought to ask what the hell he was talking about, Wyoming had already jumped over his cover, gun at the ready, and ran into battle.
Carolina, right at the end, grabbed Wash by the shoulder while they waited for the others to catch up to their safe point and said, very flatly, “don’t think this changes anything,” before rushing off to finish the objective.
"What did you do?" Wash whispered to York as they were walking back to the locker room.
"What?" York said. "I was professional! Did you see how professional it all was? I didn’t even hit on Carolina while I opened the lock!"
"Oh, give me a break, Mr. Paranoid," York muttered and Wash could clearly hear the eye roll which accompanied the words. Wash dropped the subject.
It was only after Wash removed his shoulder plates that it all clicked into place, and when his head shot up looking for the offender, he found that York had perfected almost-light-speed armor removal because he was no longer in the locker room. The back of Wash’s left shoulder had a very white, very obnoxious sticker that read “Team I LOVE NY!”
((Inspired by this post.))
RvB: Roostertumblr PSA
Carolina: Hi. I’m Agent Carolina from the popular webseries, Red vs Blue.
Wash: And I’m Agent Washington.
Carolina: We here at Red vs Blue have noticed a trend on the blog site tumblr.
Wash: A trend characterized by apparently common phrases we didn’t know existed. Phrases such as [chart] “All the feelings”, “dying right now”, and “I used to have a heart, then I joined roostertumblr”.
Carolina: These seem to have been brought on by various pieces of fiction about the characters of Red vs Blue.
Grif: [off camera] Fanfiction.
Grif: [off camera] It’s fanfiction, and it’s stupid.
Simmons: [off camera] Yeah, and also, no one in this canyon has ever written any. Ever.
Grif: [off camera] …What?
Wash: God dammit! I can’t have ONE thing to myself.
Grif: [off camera] You asked me to film it, did you also expect me to do it quietly? Anyway, the reason fanfiction is stupid is that it takes so much time. You can spend that time doing things like not working, eating, sleeping, not working…
Simmons: [off camera] Maybe Donut wrote some, but no one else here has ever written any. Ever.
SPN Drabble: We’ve Got a Thing
"He can’t see you," Cas said carefully. The woman shrugged.
"Yeah. Well. It’s a slow day," Tessa replied, watching as Dean sat on the hood of that stupid car he always drives around. Beers clinking with Sam. The odd parking lot overlooking a mountain’s stream. "He can’t see you either."
"Slow day," the angel repeated with a barely-there smile. Cas continued to stare at her. "But why are you here? You’re a reaper.”
"And you’re an angel."
"Barely," Cas whispered under his breath. "Are they going to die?"
She looked at Dean before she responded. Looked at him smile as Sam was correcting his story from their childhood, interjecting “I wasn’t scared” and “that’s not what happened” and the occasional smack away of a barely-offending pointing finger. She looked at him and glanced at her invisible companion. “Not today.” She shrugged her way back to the two brothers. “Not that death means anything to them anymore. You angels just pop them right back, two good-as-new vessels.”
"So you’re here to lecture me," Cas said with a certain resignation that showed he was almost asking for it.
"No. I’m here because…because we’ve got a thing." She nodded to Dean, on his beloved Impala. Cas followed her stare.
"I don’t understand," he confessed after a moment.
"I’m his reaper."
"I didn’t think humans get personal reapers," the angel said, as unassumingly as he could.
"Humans aren’t usually repeat customers." She crossed her arms and turned her face and body towards Cas with a sigh. "Every time he dies, Castiel, I guide his soul to move on, and he goes to heaven, and you guys send him right back."
Cas managed to make a show of looking guilty, even though he was far removed from heaven at this point. His faith had found a new focus now. “He doesn’t remember,” Cas realized.
"He shouldn’t remember," she clarified. "So sometimes I stop by. To see what he does with the days he’s alive."
"But you don’t show yourself."
She smiled. “Like I said. We’ve got a thing.”