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ajremixTitle: Meet the Brute
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG
Word Count: 655
Characters: Wash, Maine, York
In response to: anon
Summary: Wash isn't very good at making friends.
It was kind of amazing how something as simple as a new hallway and new teammates could make one suddenly self-conscious. Wash supposed it was psychosomatic that, despite the time and experience he'd already put into the Project, now that he was among the top ten and was expected to work with the best agents, he was back to feeling like a rookie.
But at least one of his new teammates seemed friendly- had actually been there to greet Wash when he first arrived on the ship. It not only turned out that said friendly teammate lived just down the hall from Wash's new quarters and had invited Wash to stop by later, but said agent was also the Number Two. That didn't make Wash feel awkward at all.
So, with his gear stowed and exchanging some stiffly polite words with his new roommate, Wash went down the hall to pay his promised visit. He knocked and the door opened and there stood… a very tall, very solidly built man that most certainly did not fit inside tan armor.
"Um," Wash said intelligently, "I'm sorry. I was looking for Agent York?"
The big man rumbled in a way that made Wash wonder if he was about to get his throat ripped out.
Cautiously he asked, "Is he here?"
The man rumbled again in a way that seemed to distinctly say, "No."
"…Do I have the right room?"
That time the rumble seemed to say, "Yes."
"Okay." They stood there for a long, awkward moment. "Er, I'll try again-" but the man had stepped aside and motioned for Wash to come in. He did so because that guy was really big and Wash felt stupid just standing in the middle of the room. Apparently York's still-nameless-roommate thought the same and pushed Wash toward a chair. Perched on the edge of the seat with his back ramrod straight, Wash said, "I'm Washington- most people call me Wash."
There was a growl.
"Sorry?"
Another growl, slightly louder.
"Er, I didn't quite-"
"Maine."
"Oh." Wash sat back slightly, trying to look as nonthreatening as possible since Maine was now looking annoyed at him. "Okay." Maine then proceeded to ignore him, flipping through some magazine instead. Crap. Why did Wash come in? How long was York going to be gone? At what point would it seem rude or far too awkward to excuse himself?
He wasn't entirely certain how long he sat there with his feet flat on the ground and the knees pressed together, staring at the wall opposite him but eventually the door opened again and in entered a man carrying a laundry basket and bag. He looked at Wash and seemed to know him immediately. "Oh, hey- the new guy! Heh, you came here quicker than I thought. Utah's not too talkative until you get to know him, but he's not a bad guy."
Definitely York. Wash had never known anyone else to have that kind of perpetual ease about them. York put his laundry down and took the bag from the top, tossing it at Maine. "Here ya go. And I still can't figure out how you get your clothes so soft. Seriously, man- teach me your secret."
Maine didn't even look up, just caught the bag and swung it toward his rack with a soft chuckle. Wash watched all this with some measure of trepidation which York picked up on. He reached over and nudged Wash's knee, "Hey- you look like you've been scolded for breathing wrong." York turned to his roommate and drawled out, "Maine, what did I tell you about threatening to eat the new guys?
Wash's eyebrows jumped and he couldn't help blurting out, "He doesn't actually eat people, does he?"
Behind him, Maine burst out into a gravelly laughter and York slowly broke out into a wide smile. "Oh man," he said not unkindly, "you're going to be so much fun."
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG
Word Count: 655
Characters: Wash, Maine, York
In response to: anon
Summary: Wash isn't very good at making friends.
It was kind of amazing how something as simple as a new hallway and new teammates could make one suddenly self-conscious. Wash supposed it was psychosomatic that, despite the time and experience he'd already put into the Project, now that he was among the top ten and was expected to work with the best agents, he was back to feeling like a rookie.
But at least one of his new teammates seemed friendly- had actually been there to greet Wash when he first arrived on the ship. It not only turned out that said friendly teammate lived just down the hall from Wash's new quarters and had invited Wash to stop by later, but said agent was also the Number Two. That didn't make Wash feel awkward at all.
So, with his gear stowed and exchanging some stiffly polite words with his new roommate, Wash went down the hall to pay his promised visit. He knocked and the door opened and there stood… a very tall, very solidly built man that most certainly did not fit inside tan armor.
"Um," Wash said intelligently, "I'm sorry. I was looking for Agent York?"
The big man rumbled in a way that made Wash wonder if he was about to get his throat ripped out.
Cautiously he asked, "Is he here?"
The man rumbled again in a way that seemed to distinctly say, "No."
"…Do I have the right room?"
That time the rumble seemed to say, "Yes."
"Okay." They stood there for a long, awkward moment. "Er, I'll try again-" but the man had stepped aside and motioned for Wash to come in. He did so because that guy was really big and Wash felt stupid just standing in the middle of the room. Apparently York's still-nameless-roommate thought the same and pushed Wash toward a chair. Perched on the edge of the seat with his back ramrod straight, Wash said, "I'm Washington- most people call me Wash."
There was a growl.
"Sorry?"
Another growl, slightly louder.
"Er, I didn't quite-"
"Maine."
"Oh." Wash sat back slightly, trying to look as nonthreatening as possible since Maine was now looking annoyed at him. "Okay." Maine then proceeded to ignore him, flipping through some magazine instead. Crap. Why did Wash come in? How long was York going to be gone? At what point would it seem rude or far too awkward to excuse himself?
He wasn't entirely certain how long he sat there with his feet flat on the ground and the knees pressed together, staring at the wall opposite him but eventually the door opened again and in entered a man carrying a laundry basket and bag. He looked at Wash and seemed to know him immediately. "Oh, hey- the new guy! Heh, you came here quicker than I thought. Utah's not too talkative until you get to know him, but he's not a bad guy."
Definitely York. Wash had never known anyone else to have that kind of perpetual ease about them. York put his laundry down and took the bag from the top, tossing it at Maine. "Here ya go. And I still can't figure out how you get your clothes so soft. Seriously, man- teach me your secret."
Maine didn't even look up, just caught the bag and swung it toward his rack with a soft chuckle. Wash watched all this with some measure of trepidation which York picked up on. He reached over and nudged Wash's knee, "Hey- you look like you've been scolded for breathing wrong." York turned to his roommate and drawled out, "Maine, what did I tell you about threatening to eat the new guys?
Wash's eyebrows jumped and he couldn't help blurting out, "He doesn't actually eat people, does he?"
Behind him, Maine burst out into a gravelly laughter and York slowly broke out into a wide smile. "Oh man," he said not unkindly, "you're going to be so much fun."
