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Title: Blind Side
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG
Word Count: 719
Characters: York, Wash
Summary: Carolina isn't the only one whose confidence was shaken in the Sarcophagus mission.
The lockdown light for the training room was on again. Or still on. Sometimes it was difficult to tell if it ever went off, especially these days when Carolina refused to be satisfied with second. Except she wasn't the one training, Wash knew, for the mere fact he had passed her in the hall, straight backed and head high, as if she were too good to feel fatigue. But Wash bet the same couldn't be said for the one that was still training, still recovering for the debilitating injury that would've ended a lesser soldier's career.
Wash didn't consider himself a lockpick in true capacity, but he knew how to get around the basic locks around the Mother of Invention- sweet talking FILSS being the easiest –and slipped inside the training room, keeping against the wall and out of the way. It was an obstacle course run, mini-turrets swiveling around, looking for a target to lock on to. Wash moved his way toward the back, carefully skirting the active portions of the floor and he could see the figure dodging paint pellets, dashing from one piece of cover to the next and even from a distance Wash could see the strain making moves sloppy, slow- not at all fitting for the third ranked Freelancer.
It didn't take long until a pellet caught York's foot, making him stumble where other turrets could fire at him, freezing him in place with the hardening foam and Wash could just imagine the frustrated cursing as he was forced to wait for the foam to dissolve.
"FILSS," Wash called out as he made his way toward the other agent, "pause the simulation, please."
"Simulation paused."
By the time Wash reached York's side, the foam was flaking off. The tan armor was mottled with paint stains and the younger Freelancer couldn't help but wonder how long York had been doing this, when was the last time he took a break, when he had suddenly turned into Carolina.
"Hey, man." Wash crouched down and York, recognizing he wasn't going to get any more training done at the moment, rested his back against a block. "Didn't see you at movie night."
"Been busy."
"I noticed. You almost done?"
He could practically feel York's eyes narrowing. "No." He pushed himself to his feet and Wash, uneasy with this cold, brusque version of his friend, called out:
"What are you trying to prove?"
York rocked to a halt and slowly turned back. "I," he said evenly, "don't need to prove anything to anyone."
"Then what are you obsessing over?" The answer was obvious when York turned his head away. York was always careful to keep his left side away from others now. "No one thinks your eye is a problem. I mean, sure it's a handicap, but you're still one of our best."
"Yeah- tell that to Maine."
Automatically Wash's mind cast back to the last time he'd seen the large agent, still in medical with bones slowly healing, with his throat healed but forever broken and he couldn't think of anything else to say but, "It wasn't your fault."
The sound of York's fist against the wall made Wash jump. "Yes, it was! I'm not dumb enough to say I could've kept him from getting shot, but I should've at least caught him! I could have caught him- I saw him and then," he touched at the visor above his left eye, still blind, possibly forever blind, "then I couldn't see him. I couldn't track both of them." No one could have blamed him for instinctively saving Carolina over Maine, even if she could have survived taking the kind of damage Maine did.
"And what's all this going to do?" Wash asked, holding his arms out to the obstacle course. "It's not going to make your eye any better, it won't bring your range of vision back."
"No, but it can help me compensate better. I have to relearn how to react to… to my blind side." York made his way back to the start of the course, telling FILSS to reset everything. It was then Wash realized he had been mistaken. York didn't keep the other Freelancers on his right side so he could see them, he kept them on his right so he could protect them.
Title: Blind Side
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG
Word Count: 719
Characters: York, Wash
Summary: Carolina isn't the only one whose confidence was shaken in the Sarcophagus mission.
The lockdown light for the training room was on again. Or still on. Sometimes it was difficult to tell if it ever went off, especially these days when Carolina refused to be satisfied with second. Except she wasn't the one training, Wash knew, for the mere fact he had passed her in the hall, straight backed and head high, as if she were too good to feel fatigue. But Wash bet the same couldn't be said for the one that was still training, still recovering for the debilitating injury that would've ended a lesser soldier's career.
Wash didn't consider himself a lockpick in true capacity, but he knew how to get around the basic locks around the Mother of Invention- sweet talking FILSS being the easiest –and slipped inside the training room, keeping against the wall and out of the way. It was an obstacle course run, mini-turrets swiveling around, looking for a target to lock on to. Wash moved his way toward the back, carefully skirting the active portions of the floor and he could see the figure dodging paint pellets, dashing from one piece of cover to the next and even from a distance Wash could see the strain making moves sloppy, slow- not at all fitting for the third ranked Freelancer.
It didn't take long until a pellet caught York's foot, making him stumble where other turrets could fire at him, freezing him in place with the hardening foam and Wash could just imagine the frustrated cursing as he was forced to wait for the foam to dissolve.
"FILSS," Wash called out as he made his way toward the other agent, "pause the simulation, please."
"Simulation paused."
By the time Wash reached York's side, the foam was flaking off. The tan armor was mottled with paint stains and the younger Freelancer couldn't help but wonder how long York had been doing this, when was the last time he took a break, when he had suddenly turned into Carolina.
"Hey, man." Wash crouched down and York, recognizing he wasn't going to get any more training done at the moment, rested his back against a block. "Didn't see you at movie night."
"Been busy."
"I noticed. You almost done?"
He could practically feel York's eyes narrowing. "No." He pushed himself to his feet and Wash, uneasy with this cold, brusque version of his friend, called out:
"What are you trying to prove?"
York rocked to a halt and slowly turned back. "I," he said evenly, "don't need to prove anything to anyone."
"Then what are you obsessing over?" The answer was obvious when York turned his head away. York was always careful to keep his left side away from others now. "No one thinks your eye is a problem. I mean, sure it's a handicap, but you're still one of our best."
"Yeah- tell that to Maine."
Automatically Wash's mind cast back to the last time he'd seen the large agent, still in medical with bones slowly healing, with his throat healed but forever broken and he couldn't think of anything else to say but, "It wasn't your fault."
The sound of York's fist against the wall made Wash jump. "Yes, it was! I'm not dumb enough to say I could've kept him from getting shot, but I should've at least caught him! I could have caught him- I saw him and then," he touched at the visor above his left eye, still blind, possibly forever blind, "then I couldn't see him. I couldn't track both of them." No one could have blamed him for instinctively saving Carolina over Maine, even if she could have survived taking the kind of damage Maine did.
"And what's all this going to do?" Wash asked, holding his arms out to the obstacle course. "It's not going to make your eye any better, it won't bring your range of vision back."
"No, but it can help me compensate better. I have to relearn how to react to… to my blind side." York made his way back to the start of the course, telling FILSS to reset everything. It was then Wash realized he had been mistaken. York didn't keep the other Freelancers on his right side so he could see them, he kept them on his right so he could protect them.
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Date: 2012-03-11 02:34 am (UTC)Always thrilled to see a new RvB story from ya!