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stareiiez · 2 years

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Having a Kid with Lavernius Tucker ( HCS. )

A/N : hihihihih!!! long time no see yah goofs! I’ve been gone for years but i was busy dealing with life and new jobs and what not. i’m just in time for RVB back to base-ics coming out!

why not make this place come alive with good ole having babies with tucker hcs.

Warnings: none, just rusty floof.

Lavernius Tucker x Fem (AFAB ) Reader

creds to jomeimei12 for the art in header

----- this dude has done this before. he's a father. this dude birthed a whole ass alien out of his . . . yeah.

--- when you go to him with a positive pregnancy test in hand, not going to lie, this boy BOOKS it.

---- its old habits so excuse him for not breaking out in a happy dance and screaming for joy towards the sky, he is physically pale. he's a terrible actor and clearly, he's not happy for a few hot minutes.

--- whether you're in a relationship or not, this lad can only handle one baby at a time, and right now his body has shut down and left him running out the door for an hour or so.

------ when he returns? immediate apologizes,

---- perhaps gets on his hands and knees for his goddess and doesn't shut up til you manage to shut him up or forgive him till you lose your voice.

---- frankly, tucker loves being a father, so when he calms down. he's the biggest supporter you're EVER going to get.

------ immediate anxious dad mode regardless if he's more nervous than you for this shit.

---- he knows the pains of brief morning sickness and weird cravings you get at three am and demands him to run out for salt and vinegar chips dipped in Nutella with pickles.

--- this dude HATES the doctor though. when it comes to checkups and scans when the months come and go and your stomach gets bigger, he would suggest Donut be your plus one while he waits in the lobby of the hospital.

----- is he flirting with the nurse at the front desk? maybe. but that's totally up for debate since he.s here for you and you only. Sure he still has those un-loyal tendencies. the straying eyes too far low, the once over and wink? he does that.

--- it stopped bothering you after a while, don't worry.

------ the moment he heard an actual heartbeat at one of your appointments? he was on the monitor like glue. his eyes were bugged out of his skull and watching the blurry image of something that resembled ' Junior 's twin brother'.

---his words, not yours.

----- preparing for the baby boy or girl was a whirlwind of Tucker putting his sense of style into making sure his baby was dressed to the nines constantly. even the finest duckie footed pajamas he could find off the internet.

- this was his way of making parenting fun, dressing his baby up to look like him, hell he would make the both of them match if you didn't get your infant ready for the day.

------ The baby's nursery was an homage to Blood Gulch. Poorly painted outlines of the Reds and Blue troopers were on the walls in pastel versions of their armor colors. Don't forget Carolina and Uncle Wash. They were included too.

----You best bet said troopers showed up to help Tucker properly hold a paintbrush and make sure he didn't have the nursery look like a disaster.

------ Donut helped with every other little detail, to make the entire thing unisex. He even designed the crib and mobile to include the baby's extended family drifting through the air completed with cute little glow-in-the-dark stars.

------ As for the actual delivery of a said baby? Washington drove both you and Tucker to the hospital for that.

------Tucker was on the floor vomiting from the sight of catching the tail end of your water breaking and running around half awake screaming on the phone for Wash to get over here before the baby ' uses your coochie for a slip and slide in the living room.’

---- No baby bag, no nothing you guys were raw dogging this shit going 90 on the highway in the back of Wash's minivan and you screaming with every contraction.

------- Bringing your brilliant baby to this very world was something Tucker managed to miss out on the moment all three of you were settled in the hospital room.

------ Tucker had taken one look between your legs the moment the birth process started and he fell flat on his face after giving a rather girlish scream.

--- he didn't wake up till two hours later, yet by then. you had a baby swaddled in blue held in loving arms

------ Junior had a new baby brother and you were outmatched with men in your household, unfortunately.

----- With a new baby, it was far more different than raising an alien for Tucker's sake. It came with a lot of sleepless nights of crying and Tucker always taking the night shift for you to feed the new bundle of joy in the house.

------- For someone that was a grade a ' womanizer ', he was proud of the little things he did and got to experience as a father. he LOVED his kid with his entire heart.

----- He was the father to carry pictures of his baby in the creases of his wallet, and his phone was full of videos of you and the baby he made with you.

--------- He didn't mind babysitting when you had to run out for odds and ends, but usually, that involved calling the boys over and him mostly bragging about smart and awesomely cool his kid was to the rest of the gang.

------- He was the little wuss to cry when your baby begin to crawl around the house, and with crawling came the baby's first steps.

- that's when he bawled and threw himself all over you with snot dripping from his nose.

------- Tucker loved his baby, and even came up with the most badass name ever for his little lookalike. All brown curly hair, warm brown chocolate eyes yet your (s/c) he was a handsome young man.

- Sebastian Tucker, the second best name he could come up with since Junior Junior Tucker was off the table.

#rvb #red vs blue #rvb fanfic #rvb fanfiction #lavernius tucker #tucker x reader #rvb tucker x reader #lavernius tucker x reader #rvb x reader #red team #blue team #agent washington #rvb headcanons #domestic rvb headcannons #bluebird writes rvb

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autisdicksimmons · 1 year

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Just found this section in an old draft of mine and HAD to share it:

#Ted’s talking #michael j caboose #lavernius tucker #rvb #red vs blue #rvb fanfiction

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nevada-got-screwed-over · 1 year

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Theta!South AU Masterpost

With North's death at the hands of the Meta, Agent South Dakota unwittingly achieves her hard fought goal of acquiring her own AI fragment when she inherits Theta. On the run from Recovery Agents, the UNSC, and a collective of rampant AI fragments, the pair must reconcile their grievances to survive and escape their present threats and past ghosts. And to face what comes after.

Original Inspiration

Chapters:

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 /

16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23

#rvb #red versus blue #theta!south au #rvb fanfiction #rvb fanfic #the fanfic #blog stuff #figured it was time to polish these up. man i had no idea what i was doing in 2018.#will add masterpost link to all chapters once this post is published

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sweeneydino · 3 months

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Note to self: reading TLRBADA by @melonpalooza makes you an aw(esome)ful person.

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theosphobia · 26 days

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Hello rvbblr, rvb tumblr, the 3 people always liking my posts.

I bring my first ever fanfiction. and its rvb. idk how ao3 works so im just gonna drop it in here and hope thats accceptable.... erm... anyways

Everyone got seperated; the reds and blues were scattered in a pirate stronghold. Their long range comms were down and pirates lurked around every corner trying to hunt the sim troopers down.

Washington had just survived a scuffle, breaking into a run as he heard familiar shouting not too far off. Just around a couple shipping containers, Wash found Caboose standing over a pirate, Freckles' barrel smoking from fresh fire.

The blue caught the solider in the side of his vision and raised the ai-assisted rifle towards him, confetti dispersed from the gun.

"Friendly Signature Detected."

"Agent Washington! Uhm, he was like that when I got here."

Wash pushed the thought of Caboose firing at him away, he was just glad to see a friendly face.

"Caboose! Have you seen anyone else?" Wash asked, jogging up to the larger character.

Caboose looked back down at the pirate he was resting his foot on,

"On our team Caboose."

"Oh! No." Caboose shook his head and moved away from the body, sizing up to Wash.

"Are you doing okay? You hurt anywhere?" Wash started to walk and the other followed closely.

"I'm a little stressed out... and hungry.." he started. "We should find Griff next!"

Wash chuckled and patted Caboose on the back, "Hey Freckles?" The gun chimed in response, "can you find any other friendly contacts?"

"Nearest Friendly Tag is 356m away. Identification: Lavernius Tucker."

"Awesome, Can you guide us to him?" Wash asked. The custom laser sight on the rifle turned on and pointed forward. Caboose stared curiously, turning the gun from side to side, the line remained aimed toward its original path. Caboose gave a coo of amazement.

"Lets get going, the sooner we find the others the better."

Wash and Caboose followed Freckles' guide until they hit a large pond in the cave; they could see the remainder of the pirate stronghold on the otherside, but the water seemed to stretch to the walls, and they couldn't see the bottom. The laser ran true straight across the water.

Washington stopped for a moment to think while Caboose took a couple steps into the pond.

"I saw something over here! It might be those sim troopers!"

A voiced called from not too far away. Wash cursed to himself, a group of red dots were moving towards them on his motion tracker.

"Maybe they know how we can get across!" Caboose cheered, turning around towards the noise and started walking. Wash caught him by the arm,

"Caboose no they're trying to kill us remember?"

"Oh yeah.."

"There's no time, we're just gonna have to go through it." Wash sighed, leading the blue giant back towards the water and stepping in.

"Uhm I can't swim very well.." Caboose started, standing a bit back from Wash.

"We're not swimming, our suits will recycle air for a while, we should just be able to walk along the bottom." Washington informed him. The other man didn't argue, stashed Freckles, and followed along, both of the started to move as fast as they could in half-ton armour in water as the shouting grew louder.

They were fully submerged for a while before Wash started to notice something wrong, he was wet.

"Uh 'boose.... buddy, not to scare you or anything but I think my armour is filling up with water." Wash could feel a cut in his kevlar around his neck. He must have gotten it in that fight earlier.

"Wuh oh.." Caboose had stopped and turned to look at Wash, somehow he had managed to be moving faster than the freelancer. "Should we go back?" There was a tinge of panic in his voice.

"We can't... we just have to move faster, it can't be that much farther now" He tried holding his hand to seal the hole but water still managed to seep through his fingers, the water was hitting his waist now.

Caboose nodded and reached back, grabbing Wash's free hand, and started pulling him along so their treck sped up.

At some point, the weight behind him stalled.

"Agent Washington?"

"It's in my helmet."

Wash couldn't see, but Caboose's eyes widened. He moved closer to Washington,

"Freckles uhm.. how much further?" The blue asked as he began picking up Wash and slinging him over his shoulder without protest.

"Nearest Friendly Tag is 189m away"

Panic was rising in his voice, "okay thank you Freckles!" His speed was considerably lessened with the extra weight but that didn't stop Caboose from making his strides as quick as possible.

Wash had stopped responding about halfway from their predictament. Caboose didn't stop moving until they breached the shore on the other side.

Caboose laid Washington on the ground and unholstered Freckles, laying it behind them.

"Freckles you lookout for bad guys."

"Affirmative."

Oh crap oh crap oh crap... Caboose's hands shook as his fingers fumbled with the clasps on Wash's helmet and chestplate.

Water poured out as the seals broke, Wash's hair clung to his forehead. His chest laid still.

What do I do what do I do?? Think Michael think!! Caboose tried to remember what Doc had taught them ages ago. CPR CPR...

"First check to see if they're breathing! If they're not then you'll probably have to perform CPR. Since Grif already knows how to do it he'll be my demonstration."

Caboose glanced at the still freelancer, his chest was still, their chest moves when they breath right?

"Remember, you guys are wearing half-ton armour so you won't have to compress as hard as you would if you weren't. You should press down twice per second, there's songs that help but Beyoncé is timeless so we're gonna use Crazy In Love." Caboose positioned himself above Wash, tried to remember the correct hand shape, and hovered above the freelancer's chest. What if I mess up I don't want to kill Wash he's not special like Church is... he won't come back..

He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his nerves. He started compressing, finding it easier to just count than remember Doc's silly song.

"Every 30 or so compressions try and give rescue breaths! Tilt their head back a little while pinching their nose to open their airway. Then you're gonna blow into their mouth a normal amount just enough so their chest rises; do that twice. If it doesn't rise make sure they don't have anything stuck in their throat. Grif is that gum I see in there?"

Caboose quickly brought his face to Wash's, blood splattered across his visor.

"Haha whoops sorry Washington!" He brought his hands back to unclasp his own helmet and set it to the side; turning back to brush away some of the bloody nose with his hand.

Caboose lingered slightly, he could feel the air around them now, he could also feel the lack of air coming from Wash's mouth. He cradled the back of Wash's neck in his hand, pinched his nose with the other and started his rescue breaths.

He fell into autopilot, repeating the steps in his mind over and over as he did them until a sharp breath came from Washington, as did a mouthful of cave pond water.

Caboose helped him sit up as Wash coughed up his missing breaths; his gaze fixated on the older man's movement.

"Caboose?" The blue's eyes bore into Wash, he seemed terrified. The feeling broke at the sound of his name however.

"Agent Washington you're okay! You should avoid drinking pond water, I don't think it's good for you." There was smeared blood on Caboose's face, Wash dipped his hand into the water and rubbed it against the stain.

"How'd you get blood on you 'Boose? Where's your helmet?" The other blue wore his helmet so often it was rare to see his face, his hair had gotten a bit longer and Wash could see wearing smile lines from his angle.

"Oh uhm! So when we got out of the water you weren't breathing so I tried to give you Cee Pee Arr but I forgot to take my helmet off! So now you have a bloody nose and you shared it with me when I gave you rescuing breaths!" He smiled, reaching beside him to grab his helm and snapped it back on, his second face returned.

Wash rubbed the back of his hand against his face, his helmet was off as well, and his own blood smeared against the glove.

"Holy shit you saved my life Caboose."

"I did?" His head tilted and he perked up again."I did! Oh my god does that mean my team kills go down? Because I saved you?"

Wash chuckled, clasping his breastplate back on and grabbing his helmet.

"Sure it does."

"Oh! You should probably cover that hole in case we have to go swimming again, Church always packed some for me..." Caboose dug around in his utility belt and procured a large patch used for underarmour sealing; he handed it to Wash and watched as the freelancer slapped it against his neck and rubbed it down.

"Geez thanks Caboose, you're really on it today." Wash said as brushed his hair back and locked his helm back in place.

Caboose wiggled from his seated position, paused, and grabbed Freckles before firing behind him.

Confetti dispersed from the rifle.

"Friendly Signature Detected."

"Caboose what the hell?! Did you really just try to shoot me?"

"Hi Tucker!"

#please be lenient im not good at writinf #im also horrible at character comprehension so if theyre ooc leave me alone sobs #“He would NOT fucking say that” moment #comments r appreciated....#rvb #red vs blue #rooster teeth #michael j caboose #caboose rvb #agent washington #david washington #wash rvb #my writing #fanfiction #rvb fic

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rojovsazul · 8 months

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#dexter grif #red vs blue #rvb #kaikaina grif #lavernius tucker #fanfiction #dick simmons #grimmons

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illusion-of-sea-axes · 7 months

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The most Tucker has ever heard about tombs has been in old Bible stories. Mainly the one about Jesus. But in those stories, the people never stayed in their tombs. They always got up and left. Technically, you could say the desert temple was a tomb. But it wasn't CT who killed Tucker the first time.

A new cover to celebrate hitting 50k words with chapter 6 and because I felt the old cover didn't quite embody the fic enough. I had a lotta fun with this one

#rvb #red vs blue #my art #digital art #lavernius tucker #red vs blue AU #RVB AU #RVB FIc #ao3 fanfic #forerunner #red vs blue fanfic #fic #fanfic #fanfiction

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mirror-archives · 9 months

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Some more art I did (with Smily's help) of @smilysstuff and I's rvb reaction fic. I suppose if ao3 did covers like fanfiction.net did, this would be on it.

As it stands, if you are intrested, 'Future BS Becoming our Problem' should be updated later tonight with chapter 15.

Edit: I gave church the wrong helmet. Should be fixed now

#red vs blue #rvb tucker #rvb church #rvb simmons #rvb sarge #rvb caboose #rvb grif #rvb donut #rvb doc #Fanfiction #Smily worked on Tucker Grif and Doc #I love her designs for them so much

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tigereyes45 · 2 years

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Another fic tag game!

@that-wildwolf tagged me in this fic tag game! I’m going to tag @biasedsteam9 , @demonicsoulmates , @hyphenartist , @feoplepeel , and @welt-verbessererin

What is your total posted word count on AO3?

I’m sitting at 712,118 words on Ao3.

How often do you write?

I write everyday. Thanks to 4thewords I usually get 450 words in every day if not more. Even if I’m not writing on there, I still always write.

Do you have a routine for writing?

No. I just sit down and write. In the fall my favorite writing setting is when I’m by an open window, and can smell the trees outside during midday where it’s still bright but I can look over and see the sun go down. My house filled with cinnamon smells. One time, during this setting, I wrote 20,000 words, starting in the morning and I just wrote all day motivated by the mood. My peak was at when the sun set though.

What's your favorite tropes/pairing?

Oh man so my all time favorite pairing is probably Varric/Hawke (dragon age). As for favorite tropes here’s the list; found family, friends to lovers, mentor characters who meet their demise (they are a trope fight me), and the lone survivor coping with a world without their closest friends, and family.

Do you have a favorite fic of yours?

Hmm, probably not in the way that I have a favorite overall fic. My favorite one I’m currently writing is Reclaiming Life Once More which is a sequel to my favorite one I enjoy reading Escaping Death Once Again they’re both mass effect fics that are post-destroy ending. The story I enjoyed writing the most so far is an oldie on my account, Who I Really Am. This was a RvB AU about how I thought Grif was going to return in season 15. (Yes it’s Grimmons.) I was in such a odd headspace writing this one, but it was really fun.

Your fic with the most kudos?

Somehow my most kudos fic is Meeting the Team with 326 kudos. It’s a star wars the clones wars fanfiction where a youngling Ahsoka meets the Wolffe pack for the first time as Plo Koon wants her and his team to get along.

Anything you don't like about your writing?

I really don’t like writing stories that revolve only around romance. I need something else to help me keep in the story. Sure two characters getting together or being together can be the center, but it can’t be the only thing, or else I’m not having fun. I can write this, I just don’t like too haha.

Now something you do like?

I love writing angst. I especially love writing long emotional arcs that carry the story. I’m all here for writing both subtle and very obvious character arcs.

Whoo! Done answering, now I have to get ready for work. If anyone checks out the writing website 4thewords add me as a refferal: SRWUH88572

It was actually feoplepeel that got me on there, and it has helped me stay consistent in my writing ever sense.

#fic tag game #fanfiction tag game #mass effect #dragon age #red vs blue #RvB #RvB fanfiction #mass effect fanfiction

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riathedreamer · 10 months

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Red Team fans, do you remember that feeling in your chest when season 15 episode 6 “Reacts” aired, and we watched Grif look up at the sky where the aircrafts disappeared, and then we were left alone with our emotions. Do you remember that?

#red vs blue #rvb #my rvb stuff #grimmons #dexter grif #richard simmons #yes im posting rvb stuff in the damned year of 2023 #guess who read rvb fanfiction last night #anyway i remember just pacing back and forth in my living room losing my mind

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helix-studios117 · 2 months

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Side-Note About My AU, Halo Reloaded:

The Reds & The Blues, my take on them at least, are a part of this AU's canon.

#halo #halo fanfic #halo fanfiction #master chief fanfiction #master chief fanfic #master chief #halo headcanon #halo au #rvb #red vs blue #Rvb au #halo reloaded #ultimate universe #Ultimate halo

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ehhgg-art · 11 months

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what the hell kind of drugs did they put in tuckington for fanfiction writers to write like that. the poetry in these fanfics is insane.

#like oh my god ?? i’m crying what the shit ????#tuckington #rvb tucker #rvb wash #rvb #red vs blue #fanfiction

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nevada-got-screwed-over · 1 year

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Taglist: @averagejoey2000

Original Inspiration / Masterpost

Chapter 13 / Chapter 15

Theta!South AU. I Guess.

Chapter: 14

Words: “the biggest barrier to posting stuff is actually posting it apparently” (2,527)

Meg pursed her lips, swallowing back tears, eyes avoiding South’s own.

“You know he…he had a hard time. Adjusting, back here. With civilian life.” Her strained voice had softened, growing stronger as she spoke but still barely a whisper. “He took up some…nontraditional work for the city.”

“Nontraditional?” South raised a brow, trying to keep her expression neutral as Theta’s thoughts crowded her own.

“Bounty hunting.” Meg said quickly, eyes darting to South’s face before finding the flicker of the lamp a welcome distraction. “With some other soldiers who were also struggling with civilian life.”

“And you were okay with –”

“Absolutely not.” The laugh that left her lips held neither amusement nor venom. “I – we almost didn’t make it work but…” Her voice trailed off, South’s expectant eyes prodding her along. “But my work at the clinic doesn’t – the money was good, and we always talked about moving out of the city, so…” She grimaced; the words sour. “Fuck it sounds so selfish.”

“Nothing selfish about wanting good things.” South shrugged, leaning back on the couch and hoping to ease the tension that seemed to crush the room. “I mean, when you say the money’s good, how good is good? I might have to –”

“They fucked up.” Megan’s voice was tightening, eyes settling with glassy tears. “A – A few months ago. There was a dirty cop and the records of the guy they grabbed got wiped and,” Her chest shuddered. “And the only way out was…bad.” Her expression softened. “I nearly strangled him when I saw those bruises…”

“Theta –”

“If I jump to the holo-system she’ll see me.”

“I’m assuming he assured you the other guy got it worse?” South managed a small smile, Theta sifting through her blurry thoughts for any mention of notable murders since he couldn’t access official records without exposing himself to Meg.

“Oh, certainly. They killed every last one of them.” Meg’s eyes widened a fraction at the flicker of concern that crossed South’s expression. “They were – you wouldn’t know the Lozanos, crime family downtown –”

“No, I’ve definitely heard the name. Sketchy folks.”

“Sketchy doesn’t scratch the surface.” Meg wiped half formed tears from her eyes, breathing still shaky. “I…I made him promise. Promise that he was done, and that he would get a job with the clinic – you’ve seen the garage, he makes custom prosthetics better than any the UNSC producer – and, and I thought he did. We worked the same hours; he came home for dinners but…”

“You think he’s still out there?”

“He’s been…going out. For drinks with his ex-coworkers, he says. And – and most nights I trust him and he’s back before midnight but…”

“He didn’t come home tonight?”

Meg whimpered, holding her head in her hands.

“Have you called him? He might have lost track of time,” Theta’s suggestion felt awkward on South’s lips.

“He – he didn’t pick up. I always make sure he remembers his phone and he never turns it off when he knows I might call.” Meg sniffled, exhaustion painting her face. “I was going to…I need him. I need him to stay. I can’t do this alone.”

South took a moment to look at her friend in the soft light of the apartment: shaken, haggard, and haloed in gold from the lamp behind her. Theta slipped a whisper that was confirmed by Meg’s pleading gaze.

“You’re…oh shit, I’m gonna kill him. After I get that potsticker recipe he refuses to share.” South let her frustration slip through, glad to see Meg crack a smile at her characteristic callousness. “How long?”

“A – only a few months. I, I was going to tell him tonight. When he got home. Explain why I…I just need him to be around more.” Her smile fell and her breathing shuddered. “I…I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if – I don’t trust the police – I can’t just go out looking in bars and clubs hoping to stumble upon him…”

“Theta, jump. I need you to help.”

“Are you sure? We trust her but…the UNSC…”

“Yes.”

The holo-system chirped to life; purple light illuminated the various projectors as Theta resynced with the system. Megan jumped at the sound, reaching to South who held her gently as the small, purple hologram flickered to life on the projector in front of the couch.

“Um. Hi?” His tinny voice from the speakers matched the small wave he offered, nervously wringing his hands as Megan gaped at the AI.

“Theta run the cameras. Cross reference historic Lozano locales.”

“On it.”

“What?” Megan’s anxieties had melted instantly, the shock and confusion of the little holographic soldier breaking her from her spiral.

“Your husband’s a bounty hunter on bad terms with the cops. I was part of a black ops project that specialized in using compatible AI enhancements. Secret for a secret seems fair.”

“Fair enough. Um,” Meg’s eyes followed South as she shuffled to the kitchen pour cold coffee for herself.

“You want some tea or something?”

“Oh, yes. Um, do you have peppermint?”

“Tea?” South snorted, rolling her eyes as she rifled through the cabinets. “Somewhere, probably. Cravings kicking in already?”

“I told you, it’s been a few months.”

“South,” Theta asked, emerging from the projector in the kitchen as she set the kettle to boil.

“Got something?”

“An idea,”

“Can…can he do that?” Meg piped up from the couch, watching the pair with curiosity.

“Yeah?” South shook her head. “What’s your idea T?”

“His prosthetic leg. The core is UNSC construction even if he’s made modifications to the shell.” Theta flickered next to Meg, who startled at the sudden appearance. “Do you know if he ever tampered with the RFID tag?”

“The, the what? I – I don’t know,”

“I’ll run a scan, couldn’t hurt to try for a ping.” His hologram flickered out; energy diverted to running his code.

“So,” Meg said as South handed her a still steeping cup of peppermint tea. “AI, huh?”

“If you tell anyone I will kill you.”

“I wouldn’t!”

“I know.” South smiled, sipping her cold coffee as she settled back on the couch.

“Got him!” Theta announced proudly, pulling up a map of the city and narrowing down a small red dot on the outskirts. South would have been proud too, if she had at least gotten to finish her coffee. The dot on the map was far from the city center, resting at the intersection of the barrens surrounding the city and the last remnants of urban sprawl.

“Where abouts?”

“No address, let me pull up satellite.” The road map zoomed in on the location as the image shifted, revealing the blurry delineation of scattered buildings. “Looks like part of the abandoned industrial district – south of the old granite quarry – hey, hey! Wait for me!”

South looked over from where she was lacing up her boots.

“No. You stay here.”

“But –”

“Meg needs the company little buddy, besides –”

“Don’t little buddy me.” The snap in his voice was cold but not hostile, despite the silvery light in his projection. Megan had flinched away from his tone, looking between the pair in anticipation.

“Your more useful here than in the field in this case. I need someone to give me real time updates if there’s any changes.” And he was safer here, but that sentiment went unsaid. Theta processed her words, hologram shrinking slightly as the tension in his shoulders eased.

“Okay. But,” He flickered to the projector by the door as South shrugged on her jacket. “But! I want to try something. Just, a little upgrade for your helmet.”

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South’s bike screamed through the near-empty city roads, the dull light of morning creeping between the streetlights and fading glow of neon signs. She ran a red light or two, but with Theta’s upgrades to her helmet, she was well aware of police positions throughout the city and easily avoided them.

Without an AI the interface was a little overwhelming, but her standard civilian helmet had been updated to reflect her familiar HUD. Theta and Megan’s voices kept her updated through the newly secure audio channel.

“It hasn’t moved, keep following the path I highlighted. There are no cameras within 100 meters of the building unfortunately, so we’ll have to rely on your visuals once you’re there.”

“Piece of cake,” South grumbled, though a smile tugged at her face. For the first time in months, maybe more than a year, she felt present. Alive and comfortable despite the ache of hunger in her stomach and the damp leather jacket that weighed down her skin.

What was hunger but the tight ball of anxiety before any mission? The weight of phantom armor in the form of her jacket? She was once again following a mission objective with North watching her back.

She breathed deeply as she shook the bittersweet nostalgia from her mind. She needed to focus.

South stopped her bike two blocks down the street, tucking it between two half collapsed buildings. The building was similar to the factory she worked in (she was going to miss her shift today, she thought with a twinge of guilt and annoyance). Rainwater still dripped from the crude tin roof, and the concrete walls were black with damp. Shattered windows were still protected by iron grates, and the graffiti across the ground and walls echoed of children who once terrorized the world with red paint rather than blood.

Two hostiles ahead. Theta was already running background scans. Ex-military (who wasn’t these days?), the pair were associated with a rising gang in the city. Something needed to fill the power vacuum left behind by the Lozano’s, and apparently this violent collection of drug running, human trafficking idiots thought that they best suited the role.

“You’re sure he’s in there?” South asked, voice soft despite the distance still separating her from her targets.

“Yes.” Theta answered, his voice distant as he spoke to Megan. “You, you don’t have to watch. South can be scary sometimes, when she wants.”

“No. Don’t worry about me. Get my husband out of there, whatever it takes.” Any tears were banished from her voice, hard and calculated.

“O-Okay! Okay, uh, South,” Her HUD cleared, focusing on the two hostiles down the road. “Ready?”

“Ready.” She stumbled from her hiding spot, lazily shifting her jacket off of one shoulder and wandering down the road as though in a daze.

“Never told me you were such a good actor,” Meg’s voice laughed, but silence fell as the two hostiles approached.

“You alright ma’am?” One asked, sly smile spreading across the woman’s scarred face to reveal gold and silver plated teeth in her prosthetic jaw.

“Sorry, think I’m lost,” South slurred, still swaying on her feet as Theta appraised the threats. Both the woman and the man behind her were handily armed, silenced pistols held loosely in hand and flash grenades on their belts. They had no earpieces or radios.

South worked brutally and efficiently. In an instant her body language shifted and there was blood spraying from the woman’s sliced throat, the knife traded midfall for the woman’s pistol. Already loaded and primed, the bullet sank into the man’s skull before he could raise his own weapon. The only sound of the fight was the solid thud of two bodies hitting concrete, and the soft splatter of blood as South stepped over them to the unlocked door.

After she took their grenades and ammo, of course.

“Remember, try to be stealthy. We’re at a disadvantage without cameras here; if we can extract him quietly that would be ideal.”

“Since when has anything worked out ideally for us?”

“Good point.”

Inside, a pair of lookouts trudged toward the door, ready to take on the morning shift. The first one to open the door would be lucky. South grabbed him by his mouth, muffling any attempt to scream as she pulled him out and pinned him to the wall. The man behind him slumped to the ground with a bullet hole weeping blood between his eyes.

“You scream you die. Am I clear?” Her faceless threat was met with a wide eyed frantic nod. “Good. There is a man in this building I need; he has a prosthetic leg. You know him?” Another frantic nod. “Good. Do you know where he is being held?”

“South, I have a more accurate fix on the RFID tag.” Theta’s voice trembled, but he knew that the sooner they found Mason, the safer both he and South would be. “We don’t need information from this guy.”

“Copy.” The man beneath her gave a muffled cry before her knife sank deep and smoothly into his throat. A few seconds of twitching, then he stilled. South pushed a few even breaths through her chest before withdrawing her knife. Killing up close was never really her style, but she was no stranger to the way the man’s glassy eyes grew dim as she rose and began to follow Theta’s track through the building.

It was going to be a bloody morning.

Two more hostiles taken down in quick succession, South saw no reason to slow her dogged assault on the compound. She had no need for information – Theta’s thermal scan, though limited, showed her any living threat. The group of three that shuffled around the corner would be no different.

“The tall one has an earpiece,” Theta informed her as she glimpsed them around a corner. “Best to take her down first –”

As though in slow motion, a primed flash grenade seemed to float over her shoulder. She saw the new assailant’s face, twisted in rage and teeth bared before he ducked away from the imminent blast. Theta’s processing worked faster than her sluggish human brain, triggering her helmet’s visor to insulate her eyes as the flashbang detonated.

Her visor quickly reverted, assessing the new threats as South reoriented her priorities. She was unharmed but had lost the element of surprise. So much for an ideal extraction. Theta had adjusted her HUD’s overlay to account for this.

The man who had thrown the grenade rounded the corner; submachine gun raised. The bullet he caught in his throat thankfully stopped him from squeezing the trigger. Footfalls from the trio down the hall were incoming.

South snagged the machine gun and fired indiscriminately, forcing them to take cover behind the corner and giving her a moment to remove the pins from several flashbangs. Theta drew the angles at which they needed to be thrown, and in an instant the grenades skidded to the feet of the guards around the corner.

They detonated in quick succession, and South rounded the corner to fire at the incapacitated hostiles. Luckily, her shots had missed the earpiece. She raised it to the side of her helmet, Theta picking up the feed.

“How many?”

“Two – three? Maybe more. How the hell are they –”

“We need backup in the north – now! We need –” Static interrupted the various communications, the channel scrambled. South dropped the earpiece and marched forward, thermal scan reaching out and around her. Mason was in the room ahead, and he wasn’t alone.

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I was not made to write fight scenes - I hope they’re readable. Debated rewriting this whole chapter at several points, and am still considering it. I use tumblr on mobile and write on desktop so I assure you every time I open the app I think ‘oh damn gotta update my fics -’ and then I proceed to Not Do That.

#rvb #red versus blue #theta!south au #rvb fanfiction #rvb south #rvb theta #rvb megan #rvb siris #agent south dakota #theta ai fragment #megan wu #mason wu

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