Red Vs Blue Book of One-Shots

Tucker fangirling as promised

(Okay, okay, don't kill me, I'll give you a part 2 XD One fluff train is chugga-choo choo goin')

Tucker had a long day.

Throughout the day, he had been annoyed, yelled at, and then slapped in the face with happiness.

He didn't really want to talk about that last part, but for this tale, it's necessary.

Tucker walked into the police station early, sat down, did basically nothing, until Palomo accidentally poured all of his coffee on him. Usually, he wouldn't care. But that was the third time this week.

Secondly, as he got an early break from the spill, he got to walk home early. While doing so, he got a phone call. But this wasn't an ordinary phone call... His mother called him.

Instant panic ran through Tucker's veins. What was he supposed to do, answer it? What if he didn't? What if there was a family death...?

So, giving in to all the 'What if's', he answered the call of his mother that had abandoned him four years ago, right after she found out about her son and Wash dating.

"... H-Hello?"

"You're married?!" She screeched into the phone, sounding like she just figured this out. Tucker wasn't sure if he should be angry or sympathetic.

Let's try a little bit of both, shall we?

"Well... I didn't think you'd care."

Silence grew from the other end as Tucker kept walking, and he was about to hang up when he heard a muffled sob on the other end. Tucker's once-settled panic was rising up again, and he wasn't sure if it was his mother's time-of-month or she was actually upset that he didn't tell her.

"Tucker... I just... I'm sorry... I didn't th-think you'd actually go through with it..." At the end, she didn't sound sad. She sounded proud. And that nearly made Tucker start crying in the street.

So Tucker bottled up the tears for now and started to walk home a little faster while talking.

"I... Mom-"

"No, just let me apologize... I feel like a horrible mother now, and-... I just want you to know that I'm sorry... And that I bet you and your husband are happy..."

Okay, no crying in the street Tucker, we've been over this.

~~~~~

Tucker safely made it to his house, and by that time his mother had insisted that she meet Wash. Tucker said he was currently on a military mission, but she still wanted to come by and see her son that she so wrongfully abandoned.

Tucker's mood lifted more than it has in a while with Wash being gone, and decided to tell Grif the news, since if the meet-up tomorrow went bad, he had someone to be his witness.

After that, Tucker went to sleep happily, sprawled out on his bed with his dear Junior at his feet.

Today was a good day.

But it was about to get better.

Tucker woke up early, remembered he didn't have work because it's a Saturday, and tried to snuggle his way back under the pillows and blankets, only to be stopped by a person.

A person?!

Tucker was about to scream, but remembered that he would probably not want to wake the intruder. His eyes snapped open, and slowly started to stand up when he saw the so-called intruder's face.

"Wash... Wait, Wash?!"

His husband stirred slightly, but before he could open his eyes, Tucker tackle hugged him with all of his body weight, sending Wash to the floor and Junior barking alongside the two from up on the bed.

Tucker latched on to him, silently squealing, and Wash smirked, hugging him back. Once Junior realized who it was, he pounded on the two of them, barking happily.

"I thought you were a murder or something, jerk." Tucker said, trying not to cry for the second time that day.

"Oh, what was I gonna do, snuggle you to death?"

Tucker hugged him closer, if that was even possible.

"Please do."

Wash laughed, shaking his head, and Junior took a small resting place behind the now-home marine.

Tucker and Wash sat there for what seemed like hours, not saying anything, just making up for lost time. When Wash tried to get up, both Junior and Tucker growled, wanton him to stay there.

"Tucker, I have to eat... So do you."

His dog and junior (completely intended) let go, and Wash began to make pancakes in the kitchen for both of them. The whole time, they were talking about work, friends they've made, and basically any difference in life at all. Tucker was conflicted with the whole mother?thing, and-

"Shit" Tucker accidentally said aloud.

"What?" Wash asked, completely calm and still turned around.

"So... Uh... Long story short, you and I are going to dinner tonight-"

"I was already planning on that..."

"No I mean I've already made reservations." Tucker sassed, annoying Wash a bit before he would finally tell him what it's actually for.

"Oh. Wait, how did you know I'd be here?"

"I didn't."

"... What?" Wash turned around, completely confused. Tucker chuckled a bit, and here comes the difficult part.

"I, uh... So... My mom called..." Wash's eyes widened at the words, and looked as if he was ready to stab someone, but let Tucker continue, "And... Well... She apologized."

Wash's still face was the equivalent of a cartoon character shaking their head rapidly in disbelief.

"Apologized for what?"

"Um... Everything, I guess..."

Wash smiled, and ruffled his husband's hair while he gave him a plate of pancakes, saying:

"I'd love to meet your mother, you know that. And it's even better that a do on good terms... Cause I might've tried to kill her otherwise."

"Wash!"

(Heh D&D story reference. Anyways, this was super duper long, but heyyyyyyy I hoped you enjoyed it!)