At the kitchen table, a few minutes till midnight of the new year, Flowers sat in a chair leaning back casually, reading a book. Sure he had to make up a grand old excuse to get command to drop off a naughty boy-love book, but it was worth it. They had dropped it off before he had died, but the captain went searching for it and found it eventually
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"I'm sure that if he was still stationed here, he'd have told you by now. You're more mature than you were then, and level-headed." Flowers smiled slightly. "Cheer up."
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"Er, thanks. I think," he swallowed hard. "Aherm. But... how did it happen? I mean, we're at war here! When did you two find time to meet and all that jazz?!"
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"Are you sure you want to know? I don't want to cause you any more pain..." He let go of Sarge's chin, the fingers trailing softly down his throat until they met armour. "..We met at Sidewinder during a hostage situation. We talked a bit. I was interested in his being a Europan..." Flowers pulled away from the Red, sighing.
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"But if you don't want to..."
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"Sierra was a good man. But you know that already, like you said. A bit cocky, but he was good. He was in love with me." Flowers didn't mention that he didn't quite return Sierra's feelings. "So we fooled around a bit when we could.."
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"Heh... totally opposite from what I pegged 'im. Ice cold, he was sometimes, could stare down a man from fifty meters."
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"Sometimes, yes. But people change when they're around... others." Flowers held in a sigh. He was going to be awake all night he knew. Thinking of Sierra and what could have been. Did he just use the Red captain? He did just take what was given to him...
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Does Sierra even know that I died? He felt a stab of saddness in his chest.
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"Penny for your brainwaves?"
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"It wouldn't have ever worked. He's Red, I'm Blue, both captains. He was an idiot to think it could have worked. But he got transferred, so it was for the best." Flowers lifted his head slightly, then let it fall back onto the sergeant's shoulder.
"Should I feel bad?" He couldn't answer the question himself, even though he gave out so much advice to everybody else.
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"Ah, I wouldn't know... maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Hell, I've got a feelin' that if this war ever turns out, maybe you can find out if was supposed to work," Sarge found it a little surprising, himself suggesting that. Something deep down screamed at him aren't we all just the same people?
"Hell, I dunno, I've never... well.. 'met' a Bluetard before," he grumped.
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"Please, call me Butch." Flowers smiled, moving his bangs out of his face.
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"Oh SHIT!" Sarge checked his in-helmet clock, and let out a little cry. "In about ten minutes those cross-hair IR signal generators are gonna set off all that goddamned TNAZ I set up around here!" Sarge nearly shreiked, "AND I'M STILL IN HERE!"
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"Why the hell would you plant explosives on my base?!" Flowers was expecting an explanation soon. Preferably after everybody was safe, but an explanation nonetheless. And was Sarge actually going to disarm them? God he hoped so. His team was inside there.
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"Why the fuck not?! We're supposed to be having a war here, not sitting down and drinking our GODDAMNED TEA!" Sarge made a noise of success, and with a vein-popping grip he simply crushed the little metal thing, seeing its IR frequency dying out. As precaution, he took a scan around the surrounding area, a confusing triangle, and sighed in relief when he saw that the other two transmitters were unlit.
"Whoo, Christus, that was close..." Sarge pulled his helmet back up and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Three minutes more would have sent the base skyhigh.
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