Attack and Retaliation

^*^ Indicate happenings at red base.
Nothing indicates blue base.
(!) Indicates canyon, somewhere outside of both bases.


Chapter IV


Caboose saw the ship first. “A ship! A ship!”
Tucker ran to the top of the base. Caboose has to be seeing things. But no, there was a ship over at red base. Caboose watched it through the sniper rifle.
“The orange one is being carried onto the ship.” Caboose informed him.
Church’s voice called. “Caboose! What the hell’s going on out there?”
Caboose hesitated only briefly before handing Tucker the sniper rifle. He ran to Church, tripping and landing a few feet from the couch. Church tried to stand and go to him, letting out a hoarse yell as his legs buckled beneath him. Caboose was standing instantly, helping him to his feet.
-Shitshitshitfuckshit- Church gritted his teeth. He wanted so badly for the pain to disappear, to leave him the hell alone. Caboose pushed him back onto the couch.
“Churchsir, the orange one is on the ship.” Caboose answered finally.
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^*^ Sarge watched the ship leave. Only once it was out of sight did he turn and walk back into the base.
“Hey, pretty in pink! Any goddamn reason you didn’t see the dirty blue?” Sarge yelled.
Donut looked up from his place on the floor, cleaning the rubble. He had removed most of the larger pieces; it was the dust and dirt he was working on. He sat up, delicately biting his lower lip.
“Sir?” He asked nervously.
Sarge glared at the private. “You were on watch.”
Donut’s heart sank. “Yes, sir.”
Simmons walked up, ready to help Donut, even if it did mean going against Sarge. “Sir!”
Sarge glowered. “Private, if you were anything higher, you’d be demoted!” With that, he stormed off.
Donut blinked rapidly. And it wasn’t the dust he sat in. Silver tears made their way down his cheeks. Simmons embraced him, Donut burying his face in the other’s chest. Simmons stared at where Sarge had been standing. It was his fault, too. It was his fault, too.
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“You gave Tucker my fucking sniper rifle?” Church cried out incredulously.
Caboose said. “Is that bad?”
Church stared at him. Caboose looked down, away from his gaze. He turned to fetch said gun.

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^*^Sarge dropped his helmet on Grif’s bed. The orange soldier wouldn’t need it for a while. He glanced around the surprisingly bare room. He wasn’t quite sure what he had expected, but this wasn’t it. He grabbed not his towel, but Grif’s, and went to shower.

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Night, then day, then night again with nothing happening. Church made his way around, painless except for the occasional twinge when he did something unusual.
Church walked into the kitchen to see none other than Doc sitting at the table. “Where the hell were you so long?”
Doc looked up guiltily. “I received a call from Command. They wanted to relocate me.” I wouldn’t go.
Church shrugged and raided the cupboard. Doc watched him with some interest. Caboose wandered in and raced over to hug the medic, who awkwardly patted his back. Church huffed on his way out of the kitchen, drawing Caboose’s attention. Caboose bounced past Church, delicately kissing the corner of the blue C.O.’s mouth on his way to the couch. Doc looked away, but Church didn’t care. Doc wasn’t exactly straight himself.
“Oh, hey, Doc.” Tucker said as he passed into the kitchen.
“Hi, Tucker.” Doc said softly.
It was just the two of them in the room, Doc sitting drinking tea with Tucker sitting across from him, resting his head on one arm on the table. He had been given hell for touching the sniper rifle- but hadn’t it been handed to him? Church excused Caboose’s behavior, saying he was too much of a moron to remember, but Tucker should have known better.
Some relationship.
Doc stood and asked quietly. “What have I missed?”
Tucker chuckled. “Let’s see. Church kidnapped Grif, tortured Grif then let him go, Sarge…”
Doc frowned. “Revenge?”
“On Church. Yeah. So I blew up half their damn base. Grif’s off at the hospital.”
“It all sounds rather violent.”
“Yeah… violent.”
Sister flounced in, shorts and tank top in place. She squealed, throwing her arms around Doc’s neck. He quickly escaped her grip, inching towards Tucker and away from Sister.
“She doesn’t get it. Or doesn’t want to.” Tucker whispered.
Doc looked imploringly at Tucker, who understood his silent question. “I’m not gonna kick you out because you were gone for a while.”
DuFresne smiled in relief. He pulled his bag from under the table, still trying to avoid Sister as she moved around the kitchen. He passed Tucker on his way to the bedrooms. Tucker reached out, gently touching the medic’s arm. Doc blushed the entire way to Tucker’s room.
It was just as messy as it had been a month ago. Doc was pretty sure the shorts in the corner had been there when he left. He smiled, dropping his bag onto the bed. He sighed and slowly gathered all of Tucker’s clothing. And yup- that was dust on the shorts in the corner. These he threw back down, neatly folding the rest and tucking them in appropriate drawers.
“I missed you.”
Doc felt Tucker’s arms wrap around him. He placed his hands over Tucker’s on his waist. “I missed you too.”
Tucker chuckled at the bundle of clothing in his arms. “You’ve been in my room, oh, twenty seconds?”
The clothes dropped from his arms as Tucker gently pushed him onto the bed. “A month. A whole fucking month. You know how close I was to-“
“I’m sorry.” Doc murmured.
The blue soldier gently pulled at Doc’s pants. “Do you know how cold it is at night?”
“Funny, considering the sun never moves here.”
Tucker smiled, long fingers wrapping around the medic’s hardening cock. Doc bucked up into the hand, face red from arousal and embarrassment.
“Bow chicka bow wow.” Tucker whispered silkily in his ear.
“I missed that, you know.”
Doc gasped as Tucker’s fingers tightened, stroking faster. “Ah… Tucker... I-I can’t…”
“It’s okay, Doc.” Tucker murmured. “A month’s a long time.”
“Mm-hm.”
Tucker stopped his ministrations. Doc looked up at him pleadingly.
“I’d rather you came with me inside of you.” Tucker whispered against Doc’s lips.
Doc almost came right at those words. Tucker’s fingers gripped him again, this time to deny release rather than give it. The purple man cried out, wanting it so badly.
Tucker reached beneath the pillow. “It hasn’t been used since you left.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Doc spread his legs, shifting slightly. He lay across the short length of the bed- very uncomfortable. Tucker noticed this and stepped back. Doc swung his legs onto the bed. Tucker crawled up, kneeling between them.
Doc moaned as he felt Tucker gently move his fingers into his waiting body. His hands gripped the sheets. How he had missed this, missed Tucker.

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Church glanced at the empty table. He was certain Doc was receiving a welcome home. Wisely, he took Sister and Caboose on patrol, as far away from the base as they could go without even having to really think about the reds.
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Doc screamed his release. His head threw back against the bed, sort pants steadily escaping kiss-bruised lips.
“Tucker… I love you.”
“Mmm… Love ya too, Doc.”