Red Vs Blue Book of One-Shots

Come on, Carolina

"I wouldn't advise that, York."

"Oh, c'mon Wash! It's just one date. The worst she'll do is reject me."

"Or kick your ass. Or kill you."

"Or worse, expelled!" North chimed in. The other two groaned at the reference.

"Still, she'll say yes."

"Nope."

"Doubt it."

"Why not?"

"Because it's Carolina, York!"

The one-eyed freelancer groaned, and rubbed his palms to his forehead.

"Ugh... You're right."

"We know we are. Now stop moaning and quiet down, We hear enough of that from Flowers and Wyoming."

~~~~~

The second the practice signal began, both Carolina and York were in a battle stance. York was babbling on as usual, but Carolina just rolled her eyes behind her visor.

"Come on, Carolina~" York began to sing,

"That's not an actual song, York."

"It is to me!" He whined, mocking offense. Carolina responded by doing a roundhouse kick directly to his gut.

As a faint 'Ow' was heard from York, Carolina brought her fist back, ready to strike, when York came to his senses and grabbed her other arm, twisting it and causing Carolina to flip in the air over him. She lands gracefully, sliding back a couple feet, and charges her thruster pack forward to punch York square in the face.

York catches onto her plan of attack, and ducks, sticking his leg out to the side to let Carolina trip and fly forward.

Carolina skidded to a stop, but still bumped harshly into the wall.

"You've gotten quicker." Carolina sassed, regaining her power to prepare her AI.

"What's the matter Carolina, too good for you?"

"Quote the opposite..." Carolina's suit was charged, and Sigma triggered a full-powered speed boost.

York was completely unprepared for this attack, and it was obvious as he went flying straight into the wall.

His health levels were dangerously low, and the practice arena sounded an alarm to signal that the fight was over.

"Advantage: Carolina."

Although the Freelancer was happy with her victory, she still worried about York as she walked over to make sure he was okay.

"York-"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm alright..." He muttered quickly, standing up. He stood well on his own feet, be Carolina was still concerned.

"Do you need me to walk you to the clinic?"

"Nah, I'm-" York tried to prop his elbow up against the wall, but it slipped, causing York to stumble, "-fine."

~~~~~

York's arm was completely shattered, but everything else was in perfect condition. York was used to this pain since he's had worse, but for once in Carolina's life, she felt guilty and completely awful. York didn't realize this, but Wash and North thought it was pretty obvious.

"Maybe she does care about you after all?" North suggested.

York would never admit the pure butterflies of hope he had in his stomach.

"... Guys... We talked about this, it's not going to work... I can't."

"Well you were hopeful about it before." Wash stated matter-of-factly.

"That was before she kicked my ass."

"Well that doesn't mean she can't kick you ass twice-" Wash got a visor full of an empty soda can due to York throwing it at him.

"What Wash is trying to say," North interrupts, "Is that you should try to ask her out knowing that she may actually accept."

York let out a deep breath, propping his feet up on the table, and looking to the ceiling as if it would give him answers.

"I don't know guys..." He began, "I don't want to mess this up. I don't want to make her- well, not like me. I'm fine with us being friends and all, but if I actually take this chance and lose that. Then it's not worth it. But... It's so aggravating! I want to take it a step further, but I'm afraid to, you know...?"

York turned to expect all mushy-talk and sympathy. But instead he saw North holding a hand over Wash's mouth.

"What the hell are you guys-"

"You know, it doesn't take much effort to say all of that to my face."

York turns around to see Carolina standing in the doorway, smiling.

"I guess you owe me a drink now, huh?"