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ajremixTitle: Betrayal
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG
Word Count: 518
Characters: Wash, York
In response to: ichidou
Summary: Training doesn't end well.
Wash stormed out of the training room even before the last of the paint was scrapped from his armor and the only one that followed him was the last person he wanted to talk to.
"It was just training, man. It's nothing to get worked up over."
He said nothing, just continued to stomp through the hall and passed the locker room.
"C'mon- don't you think you're taking this a little hard?"
He stopped and whirled around, snarling at York who had taken off his helmet and looked bemused at Wash's ire. "You shot me!"
"Well yeah- it was training."
"You were supposed to be on my side!"
"Like I said, I was told to betray you part-way through the exercise." York ran a gloved hand through his hair, making it stick up slightly. "The Director thinks you're too trusting and, to be honest, you are kinda-"
Wash exploded, "Of course I'm trusting! We're supposed to be teammates!"
"Yeah, I know-"
"If I can't trust you guys, then how the hell are we supposed to function on group missions?"
"It's just to-"
He shoved his face at York's. With his helmet still on it gave Wash a precious few inches height over him. "Well if I'm supposed to suspect one of you might betray us, I guess I might as well start distrusting all of you now!"
"Aw, Wash-"
"No. And I am not forgiving you. Period."
"But-"
"I said no, York. I seriously cannot deal with you right now."
"Wash, you gotta forgive me. If you don't, I will pout at you. Serious, puppy-eyed, follow-you-around-everywhere-like-a-sad-thing level pouting. And you know I'll do it." York's lower lip jutted out just a bit, eyebrows raised slightly as he prepared for pouting on a massive scale.
The younger Freelancer just continued to glare at him, looking pretty set to weather the pout-storm to the bitter end. York decided a different approach was in order. He reached over and draped an arm across Wash's shoulders because even if he was kind of pissed at the moment apparently touching was still allowed. "Seriously, man. It was just a training exercise. I wouldn't actually turn on you like that." He gave Wash's shoulder a squeeze. "You know that, right? I'm not going to leave you guys hanging."
A sound rumbled out of Wash's throat, something between a grudging admittance and reluctant acceptance (only Wash would be particular enough to have two distinct noises for such a minor difference). It made York grin and pull the other man in until he was tucked securely under his armpit. "Besides, if I ever left, who'd organize the surprise coffee parties and alcohol scavenger hunts? Or distract Carolina?"
That lost one got a sharp laugh. "Right- because you distract her solely for altruistic reasons."
"Just because I get something out of it doesn't mean I don't do it out of the kindness of my heart."
"Whatever, man." And, just like that, York was forgiven and Wash supposed it was just as well, really. He'd probably miss the weirdness and bad jokes that always followed York around anyway.
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG
Word Count: 518
Characters: Wash, York
In response to: ichidou
Summary: Training doesn't end well.
Wash stormed out of the training room even before the last of the paint was scrapped from his armor and the only one that followed him was the last person he wanted to talk to.
"It was just training, man. It's nothing to get worked up over."
He said nothing, just continued to stomp through the hall and passed the locker room.
"C'mon- don't you think you're taking this a little hard?"
He stopped and whirled around, snarling at York who had taken off his helmet and looked bemused at Wash's ire. "You shot me!"
"Well yeah- it was training."
"You were supposed to be on my side!"
"Like I said, I was told to betray you part-way through the exercise." York ran a gloved hand through his hair, making it stick up slightly. "The Director thinks you're too trusting and, to be honest, you are kinda-"
Wash exploded, "Of course I'm trusting! We're supposed to be teammates!"
"Yeah, I know-"
"If I can't trust you guys, then how the hell are we supposed to function on group missions?"
"It's just to-"
He shoved his face at York's. With his helmet still on it gave Wash a precious few inches height over him. "Well if I'm supposed to suspect one of you might betray us, I guess I might as well start distrusting all of you now!"
"Aw, Wash-"
"No. And I am not forgiving you. Period."
"But-"
"I said no, York. I seriously cannot deal with you right now."
"Wash, you gotta forgive me. If you don't, I will pout at you. Serious, puppy-eyed, follow-you-around-everywhere-like-a-sad-thing level pouting. And you know I'll do it." York's lower lip jutted out just a bit, eyebrows raised slightly as he prepared for pouting on a massive scale.
The younger Freelancer just continued to glare at him, looking pretty set to weather the pout-storm to the bitter end. York decided a different approach was in order. He reached over and draped an arm across Wash's shoulders because even if he was kind of pissed at the moment apparently touching was still allowed. "Seriously, man. It was just a training exercise. I wouldn't actually turn on you like that." He gave Wash's shoulder a squeeze. "You know that, right? I'm not going to leave you guys hanging."
A sound rumbled out of Wash's throat, something between a grudging admittance and reluctant acceptance (only Wash would be particular enough to have two distinct noises for such a minor difference). It made York grin and pull the other man in until he was tucked securely under his armpit. "Besides, if I ever left, who'd organize the surprise coffee parties and alcohol scavenger hunts? Or distract Carolina?"
That lost one got a sharp laugh. "Right- because you distract her solely for altruistic reasons."
"Just because I get something out of it doesn't mean I don't do it out of the kindness of my heart."
"Whatever, man." And, just like that, York was forgiven and Wash supposed it was just as well, really. He'd probably miss the weirdness and bad jokes that always followed York around anyway.
