You Can Trust Me (Red vs Blue Yorkalina)

Untitled Part 2

Author's Notes: Alright so I've decided to continue on from this and give it some more plot and design
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"Excellent session, Agent Carolina. A six point three percent increase in efficiency that round." The familiar computer system known as F.I.L.S.S echoed into the large training room. "Run it again, F.I.L.S.S!" The cerulean freelancer rolled her neck and shook her arms as the red targets reset to their bright green. She growled to herself as the targets swirled about her, striking each one until they were red again. "I've detected a three point two increase that round, Agent Carolina. Perhaps you should rest some-" F.I.L.S.S was cut off by the harsh tone of Carolina. "Run it again!" The system complied, resetting the red targets to green as they began to swirl again. Swiftly she changed them back to red and repeated the process over and over, cutting the computer system off whenever it tried to make her stop. "What's got you so angry?" The soft tones of Washington's voice cut off Carolina as she was about to reset the targets for what she guessed was the hundredth time that night. "That god damned Texas. What else would it be?" She snapped at her grey and yellow teammate. "Considering neither you or Texas have trained let alone speak to each other, I doubt she's your problem tonight." He replied, standing against the far wall from the cerulean teammate. Carolina glared at him through her helmet before sighing. "Wash, I just want to train. I want my spot back." She said, glancing to the leader boards where her name now took the slot of number two rather than number one. Washington took a cautious step forward. "Rachel, you need to rest sometime. You can't spend your nights training and your days fighting. Eventually you're going to burn yourself out." His tone was soft as he approached his teammate. "It's Aaron." Carolina said as he rested his hand against her shoulder. Aaron, York. Whoever he was now. She thought to herself. "Ever since that damned mission, he isn't himself. He won't speak to me and when he does its never a sentence. It's just a grunt or something." She mumbled quietly, turning to face Washington. The Grey and yellow freelancer looked around the training room before walking her to the mess hall. "Carolina, it was a tough mission. Maybe he needs time to cope with what happened. He watched a lot of innocent lives die." He said softly, sitting her down at a table before grabbing a plate and a bottle of water. "I'll get you something to eat. Drink that and relax." Washington said, walking back to the kitchen and grabbing anything he thought she'd find remotely appetizing. "David, you know he isn't himself, right?" Carolina asked quietly as he returned with a small plate of fruits. He simply nodded slowly, looking at his teammate. "He's York. Maybe you just need to go talk to him, Rach." Washington gave his simple answer, grabbing a grape from the plate and eating it, watching as she pulled off her helmet to eat. "He wasn't just York to me. He was Aaron. Now it's like he's neither. He won't hold conversations." Her voice was soft as she ate little from the plate. The soft thud of footsteps echoed as someone entered the mess hall, rubbing their eyes. "What are you two doing up this late?" A tall blond man stood in the doorway. "Carolina has been training nonstop. Trying to get her to relax a little, North. Theta keeping you up?" Washington looked at the scraggly looking freelancer who clearly was woken up. "Theta's worried about Natalie. Even though she's a little bitter towards him, he cares about her." North said, grabbing a bottle of water. "Ever since she and York got back from that mission he's been worried about her. He doesn't want me to leave the medical bay." He spoke, leaning against the wall as he rubbed his head. "Has South woken up yet, Nate?" Carolina asked, standing slowly. North tilted his head slightly, as if processing what she said before nodding. "She sent me out for a bit." He said, watching as Carolina walked off to the medical bay.
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The cerulean freelancer looked in the medical bay, seeing a short haired blonde laying in one of the beds. "Hey South." She spoke, watching as the blonde turned to face her. "If you're wondering if I know anything about York, I don't." South spoke in reply to Carolina, watching as she sat next to her. "I can't be worried for a teammate? You've been out for a few days, Natalie." Carolina spoke, sitting back as footsteps entered, leaving a shaggy haired York at the entrance and a somewhat shocked Carolina in the chair next to South. "Rachel, I need to talk to you." He said softly, barely making eye contact with her. "North and Wash told me you were in here with South." He spoke softly, his voice almost breaking as he held out an unsteady hand. Reluctantly, she took his hand and stood, dropping it almost immediately as she left the medical bay. "What do you want, Aaron?" She nearly snapped, crossing her arms across her chest. York stood there, seemingly defeated in terms of what to say, so he chose a more direct form of conversation. He grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her to him, pressing his lips against hers firmly, feeling her protests slow and stop completely before he pulled away. "Rach, I'm so sorry I've been this way. I don't know how to act or what to say after a situation like this-" His rambles were cut short as she pressed her lips to his, her arms snaking their way around his neck. "Aaron, you just have to talk to me. I know how it feels to see things like that and watch as a teammate is put to near death and you can't do anything but watch, but I also know that's not something to keep bottled in, Aaron." She said softly, resting her forehead gently to his as his lips met her cheek. "I'm sorry, Rachel. I should've just told you. It just...hard when you witness something like that." He started to ramble again but those were soon again cut short by a soft laugh and a kiss or two from Carolina. "Hey tough guy, go get some rest." She said softly, beginning to pull away from him only to feel York's grip tighten around her waist and his lips touch to her jaw. "I could use some company, Rach. Care to join?" He muttered, the sleep edging in his voice making that moment all too seductive for the red haired woman.
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END STORY TWO