Red Vs Blue Book of One-Shots

You've got quite an imagination

"So, Doc, what's your NOTP?" Donut curiously asked as the two were setting up weapons. However, it was mostly Donut, due to Doc refusing to touch them.

"Uh... I don't know what that is."

"Well... For some people, it's like, the worst couple imaginable. But the N can also stand for Nonfiction. So who's the best couple out of this whole base?"

"Uhh... No one is dating anyone?"

"No! I mean if they were together. For instance, Yang and Blake in Rugby... Or whatever the two people you obsess over."

"It's RWBY... And um... Won't that make people mad?"

"Friendly imagination, Doc-o, friendly imagination."

~~~~~

"I don't think it would be wise to bet on Doyle and Kimball dating."

"But whyyyyyyyy?" Donut whined, the childish pain already affecting Doc.

"Because it might offend them."

"Oh please, Grif and Simmons always run into the mistletoes I make, but they don't seem to mind-"

Doc was pointing behind Donut. Behind him was a very embarrassed maroon captain and a clearly pissed over yellow- er, orange one.

~~~~~

"Damn, he punched you pretty good. You need to probably wear your armor more often." Doc said as he wiped the blood off of Donut's swollen nose.

"My face... He messed up my face..."

"Don't worry, the swelling should go down in two days."

"Awww... But-"

"In a way, this is karma."

"For what?"

Doc sighed, throwing away the bloody tissue.

"You shouldn't force people together like that, they'll take it the wrong way."

"Well, I don't get offended when they talk about me and y-" Donut froze and didn't complete his sentence. Doc raised an eyebrow as his face got progressively red.

"U-Uh, do you need a new ice pack?"

Donut nodded, and the second Doc left the room, a deep breath of relief came pooling out.

"That... Was close..."

Doc came back in a couple minutes later, and didn't seem to be bothered by Donut freezing mid-sentence. He was a doctor, he saw that all the time... Right?

~~~~~

"You should apologize."

"Nope."

"Grif, come on, you basically punched a girl, in front of Doc." Simmons whined.

"But he was talking about us! Together!"

Simmons deadpanned.

"We are together, idiot."

"But he doesn't need to know."

Simmons sighed loudly, looking to the sky to get some way of clearance to Grif's head.

"Please?"

"You already tried that one."

"Do it for me?"

"..."

Gotcha.

"... Just this once-"

"I know, I know, now go apologize to the poor guy."

~~~~~

As Grif approached the Med-bay door, he took a deep breath. He hated apologizing. Damn Simmons and his soft side. Bow Chicka Bow Wow.

He knocked on the door, thinking about revenge, and then what he was going to say. He was surprised to see Doc answer the door, and his plan had just exploded in his head.

Revenge is at hand my friends.

"Hey, Donut's not here, since I'm guessing you came to apologize..."

"Oh, okay, where is he?" Grif had to keep himself from smiling madly.

"In the mess hall... Oh! And he left his icepack, most likely because he didn't want to mess up his face, which it's supposed to do the opposite. Can you give it to him?"

"Oh, no... I couldn't possibly know how to use an icepack, maybe you should come with me and do it for him." Grif said, trying not to sound sarcastic, but Doc wouldn't notice anyway.

"Oh... Okie-Dokie!"

~~~~~

"Heyyyyyyyyyyyy pal. I came to apologize. Sorry for messing up your face. No hard feelings and all, thanks for forgiving me, and: scene." Grif lightly shoved Doc forward, and both of them rolled their eyes.

"You left your icepack."

"Oh... Right, thanks." Donut said taking it."

As the two began to comment on Donut's nose, Grif suddenly said smirking:

"I hope I didn't interrupt your date by punching him, it seemed like you two were having fun."

Let the games begin.

"D-Date?! I- he uh- we weren't-"

"It's okay, basically everyone knows you two are dating, but anyways, gotta scram. See ya later!" Grif dashed away faster than he's ever run in his life. And that's saying something.

Donut was covering his face in his hands, clearly too embarrassed to show it.

"W-We weren't on a d-date, right?" Doc asked.

Doc could see the visible slump in Donut's shoulders, like he suspected a different response, and that's when it hit Doc.

"I-I mean..." Oh god, he was bad at this, "If you want it to be..."

Time had frozen for Donut. All the troops around the mess hall seemed to freeze mid bite.

"You... Really?" Donut sounded like a hopeless kid, and mentally slapped himself for that.

"Y-Yeah... Why not?"

~~~~~

"I ship it."

"Hey, I started it!"

"Grif, just shut up and enjoy the moment."

"But we were having a moment..."

"You want some trees with that sap?"

"I hate you."

"I hate you too, dork."