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Mimneskesthai - Misrecollect - Amnesia pt 5

Series:  Mimneskesthai Title: Misrecollect Chapter: Amnesia pt 5 (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | AO3) (Hypomnesia) Fandom: Red vs Blue Characters: Alpha AI, Church, Tucker Story Summary: Church blamed his faulty memory on the head injury. Everything was all mixed up. He’s pretty sure he’s got the most important bits down now; if only Captain Flowers would stop asking. Honestly it’s like Agent Florida—Flowers—Florida?—thought Church would give him away.

Oh.

Oh.

Well this explained a lot.

.

Wherein Alpha’s memories are even more of a mess than previously thought.

a·mnesia – n. modern latin                1. loss of a large block of interrelated memories; complete or partial loss of memory caused by brain injury, shock, etc.                2. loss of memory from –               a- – prefix; latin                             1. Not               -mnesia – suffix; latin                             1. (condition or type of) memory               from –                             a·mnesia – n. greek                                           1. forgetfulness

Tucker didn’t realize he’d dozed off until Church dropped down next to him, his own riffle in hand and a small sack with binoculars that Captain Flowers didn’t know about. Church nudged Tucker with the end of his riffle, which jerked the other man straight awake. Tucker twisted and blinked behind his visor.

“Church?”

“Hey man, sleeping on the job?” Church snorted. “That boring out here?”

Tucker sighed and dropped his head against the wall. “Fuck. Yes,” Tucker groaned out. “I can’t see shit which doesn’t help. If only I could have that sniper riffle…” Church dug out the binoculars and dropped them onto Tucker’s lap.

“There. You’re lookout, I’m backup,” Church replied and Tucker stared at the binoculars.

“You do realize I have to take off my helmet to use these right?” Tucker said slowly.

“That’s why you’re lookout,” Church said; a part of him sounded almost teasing.

“I don’t know…can you shoot worth shit?” Tucker questioned and tilted his head in Church’s direction.

Church snorted. “I’m the best there is,” he bragged.

Tucker pulled his fingers up to the latch and started to pull off his helmet as he huffed, “Yeah, Mr. Brain Damage? How would you know?”

“How would you know?” Church shot back with a huff. Tucker shook his head as he finally pulled the helmet free. Tucker picked up the binoculars and leaned around the side. He shifted down onto his belly to create a smaller target and began to adjust the sights on the tool to see over at Red Base. Church watched him for a moment. “Thanks, asshole,” he muttered. “For the aspirin.”

“Whatever, dickface,” Tucker shot back.

“Anything interesting?”

Tucker huffed and kicked a leg in Church’s direction. Church yelped and toppled over. He quickly righted himself, Tucker could tell by the way Church scrambled and how his voice puffed angrily behind his visor.

“What the fuck was that for?” Church yelled, voice reaching a pitch bordering on shrieking. “I just asked you a fucking question; like seriously? Why’d you go and kick me you fucktard?”

“Shut up, I’m focusing,” Tucker said dryly, although there was a faint undercurrent of laughter that Church picked up.

“Oh fuck you.”

“Buy me dinner first and we’ll see,” Tucker shot back and Church fell silent. Tucker listened as Church settled himself back down and tried to discern what the Reds were doing. For some reason the yellow and maroon one were just standing around atop their base. Didn’t they know how easy a shot from a sniper that made them?

“Well?” Church grumbled.

“They’re just standing there,” Tucker sighed frustrated and pulled back from the edge. He set the binoculars aside. “Out in the open like a bunch of dickweeds who have no idea how snipers work.”

Church blinked behind the visor while Tucker pulled his own back on.

“Seriously?” the disbelief turned his normal words almost reedy.

“Yeah. We could wipe them out easy at this rate,” Tucker grumbled. “If Captain Flowers would just give me that sniper riffle.”

“In your dreams,” Church snorted. Both settled back down and ignored the red base, guns in their laps as they sat behind the safe walls of the base’s roof. “What loadout did you see them with?” Church asked after a moment to settle.

Tucker rolled his shoulders. “The two idiots up top just have your standard BR55 Service Riffle from what I could see. Nothing too spectacular.”

Church grunted acknowledgement and mumbled something about, “Probably the standard service loadout then,” before he relaxed and said louder, “That’s good. Maybe we can get Flowers to let us actually form a battle strategy?”

“Don’t you have to be fighting fit before we do that?” Tucker pointed out. “I mean dude you came out of your weird coma less than a week ago!” Church turned his head toward Tucker. “When Flowers said you were fine and we were up scouting that cliff don’t you remember that you passed out like, three times, and once almost fell down the damn thing?”

Church turned his head away. “I know,” he said tiredly. “These fucking headaches and the—I know, alright? I’m just a fucking liability right now.”

“Nah, I didn’t say that,” Tucker leaned back and folded his arms behind his head. “With those guys as our enemy? You’re fine. I doubt they’ll do anything interesting. They seem kinda stupid.”

“I’m just holding us back,” Church mumbled, and something about that tone struck Tucker as odd.

“Dude, fuck you are holding us back,” Tucker pointed out. He shifted forward and leaned over his riffle to look at his fellow Private. “Man I don’t know where you got that attitude but seriously? This is the best fucking time I’ve had in a while. I mean there could be more chicks to look at but seriously? This is pretty damn chill.”

“Yeah?” Church asked. He looked to Tucker and—Tucker sucked his lip between his teeth.

“Yeah, man. Best fucking time I’ve had in a while,” Tucker said. Church huffed a laugh and leaned back.

Tucker felt a bit bad—something about that tone just hurt and given what Tucker saw earlier—Tucker forced himself to breath normally. He wondered where Church even got that bullshit idea anyway. Tucker shook his head and glanced around the edge of the wall.

“What do you say we ditch guard duty and go do something else?” Church asked.

“Like what?”

“Fuck if I know. Monopoly?”

Tucker twisted back around to stare at Church.

“Monopoly?” he asked, curious.

Church shrugged. “I’ve always wanted to play.”

Tucker stared, and stared, and then laughed from underneath the helmet. Alright, he could do this. Yeah, he could definitely do this.

“Alright, but let’s make it more interesting,” Tucker cackled and got to his feet. He offered Church his hand.

“How so?”

Tucker hummed in thought, and then a wicked idea crossed his mind. “Strip Monopoly.”

“What?!”

Ah, the squeak of a man who didn’t know what he was getting into. Tucker grinned.

“You heard me, asshole. You in?”

Church was silent, and then he grinned and grabbed Tucker’s hand. “Oh you are going down, you fucker.” They both headed back into the base without a further word.

Hours later Florida would wake up to loud, reedy, shrieking curses coming from Church, and pleased crows coming from Tucker. He’d lay there for a while, and then smile in slight fondness at the memories that the noises dragged up. Still, he’d hate to ruin their fun, but at the same time oh how he’d enjoy it. Finding Alpha naked and cussing out Private Tucker just made the entire experience even more amusing.

#rvb #red vs blue #lavernius tucker #alpha church #leonard church #captain butch flowers #agent florida #fanfic #fic: mimneskesthai #fic: misrecollect #fic: amnesia #cussing

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Mimneskesthai - Misrecollect - Hypomnesia pt 1

Series: Mimneskesthai Title: Misrecollect Chapter: Hypomnesia pt 1 (Amnesia) Fandom: Red vs Blue Characters: Agent Florida/Butch Flowers, Alpha AI, Church Story Summary: Church blamed his faulty memory on the head injury. Everything was all mixed up. He’s pretty sure he’s got the most important bits down now; if only Captain Flowers would stop asking. Honestly it’s like Agent Florida—Flowers—Florida?—thought Church would give him away.

Oh.

Oh.

Well this explained a lot.

Wherein Alpha’s memories are even more of a mess than previously thought.

hypo·mnesia – n. medical term

               1. impaired memory

from—

               hypo- – prefix; latin

                               1. down                                2. below                                3. under

               -mnesia – suffix; latin                                1. (condition or type of) memory

               from—

                               mimneskesthai – n. greek                                                1. to recall                                                2. cause to remember

Church frowned, then groaned and covered his face in one of his hands tiredly. He leaned half on and half off the battered couch that Flowers dragged onto the base one day with a cheerful smile. He’d said something about how it’d be good for when they got together and talked about how the team was doing. Something about meeting and talking about their issues and some other sort of nonsense that Church didn’t want to contemplate.

“You need to talk about these things, Private Church,” Flowers said soothingly. “Command has tasked me with making sure your memory is recovering well.”

Church grit his teeth. “It’s stupid,” he grunted. At least his headaches finally were getting better—the new medication that Flowers said came directly from Medical certainly seemed to help.

“Now, now,” Flowers patted Church on the arm. He sat on the floor, back to the couch and pressed against Church’s side in just the right way to be a comfort. Church wasn’t even sure why Flowers was such a comforting presence, just that he was. Church sighed. “Let’s start again, shall we?”

Church sighed. “I know we worked together before.”

“Before?” Flowers prompted.

“Before Sidewinder,” Church grunted. Sidewinder still hurt to think about. That image of Private Jimmy getting his head beaten in with his own skull by Tex, the feeling of the cold and being so tired while he watched every get slaughtered for no determinable reason. He could vaguely remember Tex standing over him, saying—something—but Church couldn’t remember what.

“Alright,” Flowers murmured. “That’s good. That’s good Private Church. Do you remember where we were stationed?”

Church’s brow furrowed—he knew this, he just had to reach for the memories. “Not…not a base. I don’t think. Something…else?”

“What else is there?” Flowers questioned and Church took his arm off of his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He couldn’t see Flowers face, couldn’t see the calculative gleam and the slightly narrowed eyes in his ‘Captain’ but that didn’t matter.

“Cold,” Church murmured. “It was always so cold.”

“Another ice planet?” Flowers prompted, curious.

“No. Not…not a planet,” Church said. “I know it’s not a planet. Not some base. Something—ugh.” Church leaned back and covered his face with his hands. He snarled out into his palms, “This is useless!”

Flowers patted his arm and hushed him. “But it’s progress,” Flowers pointed out, ever so cheerful. “And it’s barely been a season! This is good, Private Church. Very good.” With that said, Flowers got to his feet and Church instantly missed the press of a body next to his. Curious as to what Flowers was doing now Church removed his hands from his face and peered at his Captain. “I think that’s enough for today, Private Church. Do let Private Tucker know we’ll be having a team session tonight, won’t you?”

Flowers gave him that smile, and Church blinked back. With a laugh Flowers patted Church on the arm and said with that weird lilt that sometimes put Church off and sometimes felt so familiar and soothing that it confused him, “I need to go and write up a report so you’re on your own for a few hours.”

“Okay,” Church said. He continued to watch Flowers leave, almost confused about the abrupt shutdown of the ‘session’ that it left him sort of reeling. He couldn’t help but wonder—what happened? Where were they stationed? The talk of an ice planet—Church remembered an ice planet not Sidewinder but—but that wasn’t where they were stationed. That was something else. Something—oh, that’s right.

Church blinked as it hit him. “Idaho…Iowa…Ohio…” he closed his eyes. They went off on some mission on some ice planet he couldn’t remember the name of. Some sort of base reconnaissance shit. They weren’t seen again. He liked them—the so called triplets. They were funny and so unique and so—so—Church couldn’t find the word. He couldn’t remember.

After a second it hit Church like a hammer. The pain of loss of insignificance of failure and he scrubbed his hands over his eyes. He wanted to cry—to scream—to rage. How could he have failed? Intelligence was his job, scenarios were his job. They were lost—dead—because he couldn’t—couldn’t—Church got up from the couch and stormed off to his room.

Intelligence was his fucking job. He refused to lose another like the triplets. He refused.

#rvb #red vs blue #fanfic #leonard church #agent florida #fic: mimneskesthai #fic: misrecollect #fic: hypomnesia #mention of the triplets #alpha's memory is really twisted up #but he knows more than he probably should #he just doesn't realize how

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Mimneskesthai - Misrecollect - Amnesia pt 1

Series:  Mimneskesthai Title: Misrecollect Chapter: Amnesia pt 1 (2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | AO3) (Hypomnesia) Fandom: Red vs Blue Characters: Agent Florida/Butch Flowers Story Summary: Church blamed his faulty memory on the head injury. Everything was all mixed up. He’s pretty sure he’s got the most important bits down now; if only Captain Flowers would stop asking. Honestly it’s like Agent Florida—Flowers—Florida?—thought Church would give him away.

Oh.

Oh.

Well this explained a lot.

.

Wherein Alpha’s memories are even more of a mess than previously thought.

a·mnesia – n. modern latin               1. loss of a large block of interrelated memories; complete or partial loss of memory caused by brain injury, shock, etc.               2. loss of memory from –               a- – prefix; latin                             1. Not               -mnesia – suffix; latin                             1. (condition or type of) memory               from –                             a·mnesia – n. greek                                           1. forgetfulness

When you are missing such a large gap of yourself everything feels off-balance. The first few days after the implantation and arrival and Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha—thank fuck they were off-books or else Agent Florida would question the Director’s sanity for naming the outpost after the AI they were hiding—Alpha was tired, ill, and the adjustment phase lasted much longer than the scientists of Project Freelancer predicted. Agent Florida, at first, feared that Alpha was headed toward rampancy. He had his orders at any rate; any sign of remembering the trauma of Project Freelancer or instability then the project was terminated.

Florida sighed and leaned back in his chair, nestled within the caverns beneath Blood Gulch and away from V.I.C. – there was only so much interruptions he could afford, and while normally he was a cheerful fellow he needed to be serious for this. Agent Florida’s specialty was after all infiltration—observation—analyzation—and he needed to work on the logs and reports before him about Alpha’s mental state. Smart AI were—problematic—after all. Too many variables to deal with compared to a regular computer program; unpredictable in most cases, much like the humans they were based off.

Florida pursed his lips together and scrolled through what he did have in regard to Alpha so far, and what the AI ‘remembered’ since implantation into Private Jimmy.

Mother of Invention Crash Site – mistaken as Sidewinder (?)              —Potentially a merger between crash site and implantation; probe further Crash; Agent Texas’ rampage to get to Alpha – massacre at Sidewinder                                                   —Director approved; at least Alpha is consistent Private Jimmy and implantation – death from Agent Texas by beating with his own skull (?)                              —potential signs of permanent damage; watch carefully Agent Texas—AI Fragment “Beta”—and Alpha – romantic relationship (?)                           —Director did not like the implication; fragments of potential AI-connection Private Jimmy and Alpha – friends (?) no sign of Private Jimmy consciousness resurfacing                       —Alpha unclear on this front; probe further; continue to watch

The vitals for Private Jimmy’s body were stable. Florida kept up careful monitor on that front just in case the connection between implant and host became unstable and potentially damaging. The host needed to remain intact and functioning; especially since the entire scenario already started. To change things now would cause problems later down the road. Florida liked Private Tucker—he was amusing. It’d be a shame to have to terminate the Private’s tenure with the Blue Sim Army.

Not that Florida wouldn’t terminate Private Tucker’s tenure if it came down to it. The host body and Alpha came first; Florida’s priorities were not compromised. It’d be a shame, sure, but Florida would quite honestly feel nothing aside from a small bit of regret at the loss of entertainment. Granted keeping Alpha safe grew harder and harder as the days passed. The AI was determined to take this ‘war’ seriously, and while everyone in the canyon aside from the AI was expendable that didn’t mean Florida wanted to go out and hunt more toys to play with.

Florida liked his current toys; they were amusing and so utterly perfect.

About the only concern that Florida had in regards to the host body’s condition laid in the fact that Alpha suffered from headaches, confusion, short term memory loss, and fainting spells. Florida needed more specialized equipment to make sure the implantation procedure didn’t produce brain damage. It’d be terrible if Alpha’s new host couldn’t function properly; and it’d make Florida’s job even harder.

Florida sighed and rubbed at his forehead. He made a short note into his records – no changes or new recollections – and stood from his work station. Time to return to Outpost Alpha; he’d been away long enough working through this problem. Besides, who knew what those silly kids got up to? Florida would hate to have to perform damage control. Damage control was always so troublesome and messy.

A nap also sounded rather nice. Must be around that time, then, Florida mused as he headed out of the caves and back to the outpost.

#rvb #red vs blue #fanfic #agent florida #captain butch flowers #fic: misrecollect #fic: amnesia #agent florida is creepy #fic: mimneskesthai

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Mimneskesthai - Misrecollect - Amnesia pt 4

Series:  Mimneskesthai Title: Misrecollect Chapter: Amnesia pt 4 (1 | 2 | 3 | 5 | AO3) (Hypomnesia) Fandom: Red vs Blue Characters: Tucker Story Summary: Church blamed his faulty memory on the head injury. Everything was all mixed up. He’s pretty sure he’s got the most important bits down now; if only Captain Flowers would stop asking. Honestly it’s like Agent Florida—Flowers—Florida?—thought Church would give him away.

Oh.

Oh.

Well this explained a lot.

.

Wherein Alpha’s memories are even more of a mess than previously thought.

a·mnesia – n. modern latin               1. loss of a large block of interrelated memories; complete or partial loss of memory caused by brain injury, shock, etc.               2. loss of memory from –               a- – prefix; latin                             1. Not               -mnesia – suffix; latin                             1. (condition or type of) memory               from –                             a·mnesia – n. greek                                           1. forgetfulness

Tucker did not like Captain Flowers. The man chose him for some unnamed reason from his previous outpost through trickery and deceit. Tucker liked his last assignment. There were chicks he could hit on, work he could do that was ultimately lazy, and enough sex to satisfy him for being in this godforsaken army. Tucker didn’t like Blood Gulch. The outposts were named weird—Alpha for Blue Base and One for Red Base; who named outposts like that?—and Captain Flowers’ continue insistence to ignore command structure and yet still keep it going…yeah, Tucker didn’t like the man.

“Not like I have any choice,” Tucker mumbled frustrated. He’d tried to get out of the reassignment. Someone up top denied his request. He’d been provided extra pay to compensate since he didn’t seem too enthusiastic about the job, but that was it.

With a sigh Tucker took his bowl over to the sink and began to rinse it out. By now Captain Flowers would’ve settled down for his own nap—things seemed to work like clockwork here for some bullshit reason, but whatever. Tucker didn’t really care one way or another. Sure he was frustrated about no medic for Church; no asshole deserved to suffer like the guy was. Tucker hated seeing that same suffering on his sister. They really should get a medic out here, or ship Church off for an MRI, because something had to be not right.

“Stupid Flowers,” Tucker grumbled. He left the sink and headed off to his room to suit up. Since Captain Flowers and Church were down for the next hour or so, that left Tucker on guard duty for the base. Thankfully the Reds also seemed to abide by the same weird schedule of Captain Flowers and Church and never really came in their direction during scheduled ‘nap time’ for the two.

For a second Tucker paused, surprised to see Church’s door open. Their rooms in the small sort-of barracks structure were side by side and for some weird reason Church was meticulous about having his door shut when sleeping. He also threw a fit the one time he walked into Tucker’s room when Tucker was asleep because it was apparently weird someone slept naked! Tucker snorted. Prude, he though dismissively. Still, door open, Church fast asleep in his own bed…Tucker’s lips curled up into a smirk.

Pranking time!

Cautiously Tucker drifted over toward the door and peered his head through the crack. For a second he froze—that, that wasn’t what he expected at all; what was—Tucker pulled away quickly and instead headed into his room, eyes wide and a frown on his face. What in the hell was that? Tucker thought. He leaned against his closed door and bit his lip—a nervous habit that his sisters couldn’t ever get him out of—and tried to reason away what he just saw.

“Why was Captain Flowers…” Tucker mumbled; he felt a bit sick. Church was asleep and the Captain just—the way he’d been draped over Tucker’s fellow Private…Tucker felt sick.

Mechanically, because how does one process that, Tucker dressed into his under suit, and began to pull on his armor. When his helmet sealed with a faint hiss, Tucker stepped out of the room and to the armory. He grabbed a riffle, and then marched himself up to the top of the base. Tucker settled down, back against a rampart, and tightened his grip on his gun.

Whatever Captain Flowers was doing, Tucker decided, was probably not okay in the slightest. He’ll have to keep a closer on eye the man now. Tucker knew he was creepy and weird, he just didn’t think that Captain Flowers might’ve been—that was what he saw—Tucker grimaced beneath his helmet. Yeah, he’ll keep a closer on eye the Captain and on Church. The other guy was a bit loopy and still recovering from the severe concussion he’d gotten, and he might’ve been an asshole when he wasn’t acting all weird and confused, but nobody deserved—deserved whatever Flowers was doing.

For a moment Tucker wondered if Church’s accident wasn’t really an accident at all. That connotation increased the feeling of being ill. Tucker could hear his riffle creak from how hard he gripped it. He grit his teeth and bowed over the weapon. No more thinking on it, Tucker decided. He couldn’t process this shit right now. The implications…yeah, no, no more thinking on it.

Tucker breathed in deep, settled his heart rate, and focused on his watch. He’d deal with all—that—later.

#rvb #red vs blue #lavernius tucker #captain butch flowers #agent florida #leonard church #alpha church #misunderstandings galore #implications of non consensual acts #implications of abuse #implications of previous harm for control #tucker really gets things wrong #but he's also kind of right #whelp #creepy agent florida #fic: misrecollect #fic: mimneskesthai #fic: amnesia

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Mimneskesthai - Misrecollect - Amnesia pt 2

Series:  Mimneskesthai Title: Misrecollect Chapter: Amnesia pt 2 (1 | 3 | 4 | 5 | AO3) (Hypomnesia) Fandom: Red vs Blue Characters: Alpha AI, Church, Tucker Story Summary: Church blamed his faulty memory on the head injury. Everything was all mixed up. He’s pretty sure he’s got the most important bits down now; if only Captain Flowers would stop asking. Honestly it’s like Agent Florida—Flowers—Florida?—thought Church would give him away.

Oh.

Oh.

Well this explained a lot.

.

Wherein Alpha’s memories are even more of a mess than previously thought.

a·mnesia – n. modern latin               1. loss of a large block of interrelated memories; complete or partial loss of memory caused by brain injury, shock, etc.               2. loss of memory from –               a- – prefix; latin                             1. Not               -mnesia – suffix; latin                             1. (condition or type of) memory               from –                             a·mnesia – n. greek                                           1. forgetfulness

Church grimaced as he leaned his head back at the kitchen table with a faint groan. His head hurt again, and the world felt just a little bit set to the side and off balance. It was like a disconnect between mind and body—a few seconds delay that he barely noticed but there enough to cause him a migraine. Flowers claimed it to be a side effect of his head injury from a few days ago and that the confusion, headaches, and other issues would clear up soon. They couldn’t clear up damn soon enough. Church hated feeling like this—not all there, like some part of him was missing.

“Dude, another migraine?” Tucker questioned as he plopped down next to Church with a steaming mug of coffee. Church grunted. “You know we should really call in a medic. Are we sure Flowers is even certified to check you out?”

“Fffffuck you,” Church flopped forward and pressed his head against the cool metal of the table.

“I’m serious man,” Tucker grumbled. “I don’t know how you can trust him. He’s creepy.”

Church snorted. “That’s an understatement, asshole, and who said I trust him?” Didn’t he? Church frowned against the throbbing of his head. Flowers was trustworthy, right? Some part of Church knew him but he couldn’t remember for the life of him from where. He knew Flowers would keep him safe from—what? Church sighed. He hated this.

“Dude you listen to his every word,” Tucker pointed out. “Like how is that not fucking trust?”

“He’s a superior officer dickface,” Church mumbled. “Hafta listen.”

“That don’t mean shit,” Tucker snorted. “Are you sayin’ you’d listen if Cappy asked you to shoot yourself in the head?”

Church huffed, paused to think about it, then questioningly mumbled, “…no?”

“Seriously?!” Tucker gaped, open mouthed as he held his mug in his hand. “What the fuck, man.”

“I don’t know, Tucker, what do you want me to say?” Church growled and pulled his head up. He gave Tucker a baleful stare. “I can barely remember the past few days—I don’t know if I’d listen or not!” A part of him said he would if it was an order. A part of him noted that if Flowers honestly thought—and his head throbbed and Church groaned; thoughts scattered away. “Fuck.”

Tucker sighed. “I’ll go get the aspirin.”

“Thanks man.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Tucker waved his hand dismissively as he headed toward the cupboard. “I’ve got a sister with chronic migraines; I get you.”

“You’re still an asshole, asshole,” Church mumbled as Tucker returned with the pills and a glass of water.

“And you’re still a whiny bitch, bitch,” Tucker shot back with a grin. Despite their rather rough start and Church’s complaints that he hated Tucker the black man quickly settled himself in the ‘useful’ category of Church’s brain.

Tucker handed over the pills and the glass of water and watched as Church downed both and then sat back down to his own mug of coffee. “Where is Flowers anyway?” Tucker asked as he took a sip and Church settled his head back down against the table.

“Dunno,” Church mumbled. “Reporting in I guess?”

Tucker snorted. “About what? Those idiots over at Red Base don’t do anything.”

“Don’t get why we don’t just kill them and take the base,” Church grumbled. “We could take them.”

“Pff, Flowers and I could take them maybe,” Tucker chuckled. “You?”

“Shut up, jerkface. This is just temporary.”

“Mmm.”

Tucker eyed Church while Church just breathed and waited for the aspirin to kick in. After a moment of companionable silence Tucker spoke up again. “You ever realize how creepy Flowers is?”

Church sighed and mumbled, “…Cappy.”

“Yeah, that.” Tucker blew on is coffee and took another sip. “Creepy.” He shuddered theatrically and Church laughed softly.

“I know,” Church mumbled, “but he’s…always been that way? Eccentric I think they called it. Fuck if I know. He’s just weird.”

“Understatement,” Tucker sang with a faint grin. “How long have you know him anyway? I don’t think I ever asked.”

Church frowned in thought and tried to put a number to the time he’s spent with Flowers. The only part he could conclusively remember was the past several days since he woke up from the head injury—coma—thing. There was some sort of vague recollection of knowing Flowers from before—but the exact amount of time eluded him.

“…years?” Church eventually said questioningly. “A while,” he said conclusively. Tiredly Church raised his head—he was always so tired. He just wanted to sleep. Tucker raised an eyebrow.

“What you’ve been in this shithole for years?” Tucker said incredulously.

“Nah,” Church waved a hand dismissively. “I was at Sidewinder first.” That was right, wasn’t it? They’d come from Sidewinder to here, and then Church hit his head, right? That sounded about right, Church thought, but something felt wrong. Wasn’t he at Sidewinder? “And…somewhere else? Fuck I don’t know, it’s been a damn while okay? Sheesh, what’s with the fucking questions anyway?”

Tucker snorted. “Do you want to talk about the Reds?”

“No?”

“How about the dirt? Or the lack of decent chicks?”

Church dropped his head back to the table; it landed a bit harder than he wanted and rattled his brain. “Ow,” Church mumbled, and then hissed as his head throbbed.

“Maybe you should go lay down?” Tucker pointed out. He sounded concerned. Church twisted his head to check Tucker’s face. Yeah, the guy was concerned.

“Yeah,” Church said distantly. Laying down sounded like a good idea. He was so fucking tired. Church climbed to his feet and waved. Without a word he left the kitchen and fumbled his way to his own bunk. Since there were just three of them on the base they each got their own rooms, which Church appreciated. He had enough problems with his own head to worry about some other asshole’s habits on top of things.

Church wondered where he knew Flowers from. It’d probably bug him until he remembered. With a tired sigh Church climbed into bed and tugged the covers up over his head. He drifted off with thoughts of snow and Tex and Jimmy and Flowers swirling through his head.

#rvb #red vs blue #leonard church #lavernius tucker #fanfic #fic: misrecollect #fic: amnesia #fic: mimneskesthai #church isn't quite up to his lovable asshole standards yet #still kind of tired ai going here

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Mimneskesthai - Misrecollect - Amnesia pt 3

Series:  Mimneskesthai Title: Misrecollect Chapter: Amnesia pt 3 (1 | 2 | 4 | 5 | AO3) (Hypomnesia) Fandom: Red vs Blue Characters: Agent Florida/Butch Flowers, Tucker, Alpha AI, Church Story Summary: Church blamed his faulty memory on the head injury. Everything was all mixed up. He’s pretty sure he’s got the most important bits down now; if only Captain Flowers would stop asking. Honestly it’s like Agent Florida—Flowers—Florida?—thought Church would give him away.

Oh.

Oh.

Well this explained a lot.

.

Wherein Alpha’s memories are even more of a mess than previously thought.

a·mnesia – n. modern latin               1. loss of a large block of interrelated memories; complete or partial loss of memory caused by brain injury, shock, etc.               2. loss of memory from –               a- – prefix; latin                             1. Not               -mnesia – suffix; latin                             1. (condition or type of) memory               from –                             a·mnesia – n. greek                                           1. forgetfulness

 Florida looked to Private Tucker hunched over a bowl of cereal and noted the apparent absence of Alpha from the commons. He took a second to parse that information before he released the catch of his helmet—the subtle hiss a comfort—and carefully set it down on the table. With a soft sigh he headed over to the cabinets, pulled out a mug, some earl grey tea, and began to boil water.

“Where has Private Church gotten off to, Private Tucker?” Florida asked lightly with a soft smile pressed against his lips. The teakettle began to whistle softly as the water heated.

Tucker swallowed his bite of cereal and rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth. “Migraine. Went to lay down.” Tucker tilted his head back to regard Florida. “Shouldn’t we, you know, call in a medic now Captain?”

Florida tsked. “I told you, Private Tucker, call me Cappy. Or Cap, if that’s your flavor.” He turned and gave Tucker a wide smile. “I’d really hate for all this command structure to get between our team.”

Tucker stared, and said slowly, “You call me and Church Private, dude.”

“Mm,” Florida hummed lightly and pulled the kettle off the stove. “How bad is the poor things head this time?” he said instead of addressing Tucker’s carefully worded, and correct, reply.

Tucker breathed out heavily through his nose and turned back toward his cereal while Florida made his way over to the table. “I gave him some aspirin, he went to lay down.”

“And how did he appear?” Florida asked lightly. Tucker frowned, and Florida watched how he gripped the spoon tight. Perhaps he should try to mitigate attachment. It wouldn’t do to have Alpha fracture while in a host.

“Slow,” Tucker said carefully. “Confused. Tired. Same as fucking usual.” Tucker shoved more cereal into his mouth and it took all of Florida’s willpower not to grimace at the display. “I still think we should call in a medic. Something’s seriously fucking wrong.”

Florida hummed, sipped at his tea, and set the mug down. “I hear your concerns, Private Tucker. I don’t think we need a medic at this time, but I have forwarded the issue to Command.”

Tucker looked up, almost relieved. “So we’re getting a medic?”

“No,” Florida told him flatly. “Don’t you worry about it, Private Tucker. Just let me know if you see any changes, alright?” Florida gave him a bland sort of smile. “Enjoy your breakfast.” With grace Florida got up from his seat, mug in hand, and headed out of the commons. He left his helmet behind—it didn’t matter if he was in armor right now. It was nap time after all.

Right on schedule, Florida mused as he headed down the hall of the base and pushed open Alpha’s door. Consistent; and a cause for concern. Hopefully the Director pulls through. This ploy wouldn’t work if Alpha slept far too much after all. While Florida understood the AI being tired—having whole pieces of yourself forcefully twisted away in the manner that it’d been had to be tiring—this entire ruse depended upon some level of activity. Private Tucker would expect nothing less, and if Alpha didn’t improve the boy might just go and try to contact V.I.C.

Agent Florida hummed softly as he settled down onto the edge of Alpha’s bed. He sipped his tea with one hand, the other curled into the dark locks of hair on Alpha’s host’s head. They really chose well with Private Jimmy, Florida mused. Dark hair, lighter eyes—a slightly oval face and not-quite-prominent cheekbones. The only discrepancy that Florida could see were the freckles, and the exact shade of pale of Private Jimmy’s skin. All in all the similarities worked in their favor. It’d do no good to have Alpha go through periods of intense dysphoria because of something as simple as appearance.

With a soft hum Florida tugged his hand through the host’s hair, Kevlar and armor covered fingers digging lightly into the scalp.

“Private Church,” Florida said softly. “Are you there?” He watched as the brow furrowed and the faint groan came from Alpha. Florida frowned, and cautiously whispered, “…Alpha?” That garnered a slightly louder groan, this one with some sort of question as Alpha’s head turned.

Wonderful, Florida thought with a grimace. Oh, well, it worked in his favor for now.

“Program; system status check,” Florida said, and made sure to keep his voice low. He leaned over the host body and kept his face close to Alpha’s ear. It wouldn’t do for Private Tucker to hear him address the AI.

Alpha moaned, but this close Florida could see the way the host’s eyes fluttered and shifted. For a second there was no response, and then Alpha began to mumbled in the sleep hazed and distant way that Florida did not expect.

“Men-ntal scarring, damaged neu-neur-neural net and implannnnt site electrical b-b-burns. M-M-Memory malfunction with ddddata chip.” Alpha shifted as Florida dug his fingers into the host’s hair with a sharp grimace, entirely not pleased with what he could hear or how he could hear it. “A-A-Agent Fffflorida?” Alpha slurred. “Where—”

“Go back to sleep, Private Church,” Florida murmured. He relaxed his fingers and leaned in close to almost press his lips against Alpha’s forehead. “These headaches will go away soon.”

“Fffflor-flor-flowers?” Alpha mumbled, brow furrowed from both pain and confusion.

“That’s right,” Florida said gently. “Cappy’s here. He’s got you, Private. Go back to sleep and everything will be okay.” Florida waited for any further response, and then sighed when Alpha finally drifted back off.

With a scowl Florida got back to his feet and stared down at the AI stuck in a host body. He shook his head and mumbled a short curse before Florida plastered back on his genial smile and slipped out of Private Church’s room. He headed back to his own and contemplated how to phrase this in a report, and even if he honestly should. The fact that Alpha could still manifest and follow an obvious command perhaps could be considered a good sign—or a bad one, depending on how far the Director desired to follow through with this ruse.

Florida wondered if the time came that they finally stopped Agent Maine and the AI fragments that had fallen into full blown rampancy if they’d call this mess finished and return Alpha to whatever the Director desired to have the AI settled into. If that was indeed the overall plan then perhaps the subtle signs that Alpha still presided as a consciousness beside what they wanted Alpha to be—in this case ‘Private Church’ as the designation the AI gave—was in fact a good thing. Florida shook his head. It wouldn’t do to contemplate this for now. There was plenty more to focus on for the time being.

Such as nap time. If there was one thing Florida appreciated it was that Alpha gave him the perfect excuse for nap time. Infiltration and information gathering could be so tiring after all. Florida shed his armor, set his mug of tea down on the bedside table, and flopped over with a pleased sigh. There was only one thing missing from the bed, but Florida could deal with that easily enough. With a pleased hum the Freelancer settled down for his own nap.

#rvb #red vs blue #alpha church #agent florida #lavernius tucker #leonard church #fanfic #fic: amnesia #fic: misrecollect #Florida is a fucking creep okay #Church is very beginning of being in Jimmy so everything's all sideways right now #he's a bit more Alpha than Church atm but that'll change #referenced past trauma #fic: mimneskesthai