You Can Trust Me (Red vs Blue Yorkalina)

Meta

"Save her, damn you!" The desperate cry from York sent a sudden shock through the unconscious female that laid still on the ground of 479er's pelican. She became aware of his hands tugging off her helmet and the wetness of a tear as it splashed against her cheek. The young cerulean freelancer wanted to wake, but her body refused, letting her stay still in her unconscious state as the hands of a medical squad lifted her from the cool metal onto the mat of a gurney that had been waiting for their arrival. Carolina heard the screams and cries of York as he was held back, the gurney being wheeled quickly towards the medical bay. "Save her, damnit!" His cry was the last thing she heard before her mind went blank, slipping off into the darkness that she welcomed.
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"It's been nearly two weeks. Will she wake up or not?!" The red haired woman slowly opened her eyes to see a set of bronze armor facing a doctor. Carolina wanted to speak, seeing her lover in such a state of anger and despair. He'd lost his natural cool, she remembered hearing him from the ship as she was wheeled off. She barely managed a small groan of pain as her eyes wandered around the room. "Rachel." He turned at the soft sound and walked rather quickly to her side. His lips touched her forehead, then her cheek, his head drifting down until he buried his head within the small space of her neck and shoulder. "I thought I lost you. After Meta attacked, I thought he killed you." The memories came flooding back. Her, York, South and C.T. had been raiding the small facility Maine, "No, Meta." She corrected herself, had made into his small hideaway. C.T. and South had already been evacuated from the site, both wounded pretty badly. She and York stayed, trying to fight back when she saw her lover go down. She remembered charging the large man, only to receive a knife to the chest and four gunshots in the gut. Carolina felt downwards, feeling the bandages that lined her chest and stomach, becoming an article of clothing itself as it wrapped around her entire torso. "South and...Connie." Carolina coughed, looking down at the tuft of brown hair that rested against her. "They're fine. Just relax." His voice came as a soothing note in his attempts to calm the worried freelancer. Her dull green eyes traveled around the room, her hand tangling itself in the brown hair of her lover as she exhaled slowly. She was aware of many things. The pain in her body as she breathed, the soft footsteps of the doctors that worked around the medical bay, York's breathing, which was rugged and short from his panic that now was slowly subsiding. She felt his grip tighten gently around her arm, his cheeks felt cold and wet from tears as he buried his face against her skin. "Agent York, requested to the bridge for mission debriefing." The voice of F.I.L.S.S echoed over the loudspeakers, and Carolina could feel the displeasure in York as he heard his name. His head came up from her shoulder, and his blue eyes met her green. "Rest up, Champ." He said softly, his lips touching her forehead as he grabbed his helmet. She listened as his footsteps became softer and softer before fading completely. "Doc, help me up."
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"The mission is simple. We have confirmed sightings of the Meta within a four mile radius, which means he's staying local." York spoke to the other freelancers that stood around a holographic table, staring at a map the was projected. "C.T., South, North. You'll be with me on getting close to him. Wash, Wyoming, Flowers, your job is to keep him at bay if he gets too close to one of us. Carolina would work on getting up next to him but she's out of the-" He turned as the doors slid open and a set of cerulean armor stood behind it, hand on her hip. "Don't give away my job so quickly." She spoke, and everyone could see York's shock through his armor. Her head was held high as she walked to the table, hiding all of the pain beneath her helmet. "I can get close to him. But we'll have to move fast." Carolina said, looking at York who was still frozen in shock. "Well Captain?" She said again, nudging his shoulder gently. The bronze freelancer snapped back to attention, noticing all the stares. "Are you sure you can do this, Carolina?" He asked softly, looking at his lover. She gave a short nod, leaning against the table. The team had their jobs, and Carolina hid her pain well as they walked to the hangar, seeing the familiar uniformed woman known as 479er standing outside the pelican. "Let's go you guys. We've got a limited time frame." She said, climbing aboard as the group followed, taking their seats. Carolina took her seat next to York, who she could tell was worried about her injuries. "I'm fine. Relax." She said as she caught his stare. "You shouldn't be up. Not with what happened." He responded quietly which earn him a sharp glare from Carolina that he could feel through her helmet. "The Meta caught me off-guard. It won't happen again." The conversation dropped there ad they landed outside the sighting area. "Let's move people!" Carolina said as she climbed out of the pelican, the others close behind. They split off into their teams quickly, C.T. moving to Washington's squad. York pulled Carolina to the side, feeling her tense up from the pain. "You aren't okay." He hissed beneath his breath, feeling her tug away. She shook her head, walking off with the two alien tech pistols she'd grown to love. The two groups stayed within a shouts reach of one another, watching their corners. "Wash, watch out!" Carolina sprinted towards C.T.'s cry, the group close on her tail. The first thing she was aware of was the grey and yellow freelancer on the ground with the brown freelancer fiercely guarding his body at the approaching man armored in white and orange. York heard the angry growl from Carolina as she sprinted for him, firing the duel wielding pistols with scary accuracy, only to have a bubble shield thrown up, causing the bullets to ricochet back, hitting her in the shoulder. "Carolina!" York cried as she fell, the big brute of what once was her teammate storming towards the cerulean freelancer. He fired twice, the bullets doing nothing to the man as he picked her up, her feet dangling above ground. She kicked out, hitting him in the chest and flipping off, landing shakily on her feet. He knew she was aching, both mentally and physically. Physically from the wounds that almost took her life, mentally because this was her teammate turned into a raging psychopath thanks to the multiple A.I. in his head. She charged again, this time with a knife in hand. "I'm sorry, Maine." She thought to herself as she dug the knife deep into his stomach, watching as he fell to his knees before twisting, choking back a sob. From pain, and exhaustion, the cerulean freelancer crumbled to the side, passing out.
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She felt the touch of a warm hand against her cheek as she woke slowly, confused by the darkness of the room she was in. "Hey there, Champ." York. She thought to herself, knowing the voice of her blue eyed lover anywhere. Her vision slowly cleared, and she realized she was in York's room. "Aaron...what happened?" She asked, looking up at the shaggy brown haired man that sat at her side. "You passed out." He said in reply. Slowly, she sat up, turning to look at York with those emerald green eyes that he grew to love so dearly. Her hand rested against his arm and pulled him down onto the bed with a sigh of relief as her arms wrapped around him. "Rachel, are you okay?" He questioned softly and she knew what he was asking. She possibly killed her teammate, then passed out after the deed was done. Her body trembled as she clung on to the lean muscled body of her lover tightly, burying her head into his chest. His fingers tangled into her red hair and his lips touched to her forehead over and over until she felt her breathing slow. York looked down to see that her green eyes had shut, her body limp with sleep. "Goodnight, Champ." He whispered, closing his eyes as he held her close. "Goodnight."