Strife: A Red vs Blue Fan Fiction

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May, 23, 2546

Mother of Invention, UNSC controlled space

13:36

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"Ireland? Helloooooo, Ireland. Earth to Ireland, do you read?" I was trying to read on a small data pad like thing when a hand waved in front of my face multiple times, stopping over the screen. I tried to ignore it, eventually giving in and sharply turning my head to face Germany, keeping any expression off my face as I stared him down, lightly tapping the screen, just loud enough for him to hear it.

I arched a brow at him. "Yes, Germany?" I asked, pushing his hand away from the screen, my eyes scanning it, searching for the place I left off at. He sat there silently for a moment or two, his eyes not leaving me once.

"What happened while we were gone? I might not have known you for very long, considering, but I know enough about you, who you are, to know that you wouldn't hold this much of a grudge against literally anyone for this long. Basic psyche evil. I get bored when I'm alone and have access to reports and books. Wow, I sound more like a nerd than I really am," He looked up at the ceiling, thinking to himself.

"Yeah, and a sicko with to much time on his hands. And in his hand apparently. Guessing left, huh?" I looked at his real arm, not the robotic one, a smirk on my face. It was the only way I knew to keep this very unneeded and unwanted conversation from happening, even though I knew it was going to happen, no matter how much I tried to diverge from the topic he obviously wants to talk about.

He was speechless for several seconds, his eyes wide as he stared at me. "And you say I have a dirty mind. Well... I do, but still. You're supposed to be the other mature one, not the bad jokey one like me, Madam Ireland,"

I shut off the data pad and turned in my seat to look at Germany, crossing my arms on my lap and one leg over the other, keeping my eyes on his until he took a small step backwards, away from me. "One, I do not want to have this conversation with you again. I'm getting tired of explaining that I will not trust any one of you until you can prove that I can. You guys didn't even think to tell me that the only friend I had from my old team was killed. You didn't give away any of the details. You hid it from me. You hid the death of my friend from me, and expect me to immediately let you regain my trust." I moved my finger from side to side.

"Look, Ira, please just please understand where we were coming from. All of us were worried sick about you after the clock bomb, and you still kept us, your friends, away, not letting any of us come near you or talk to you without biting our heads off. We've apologized as much as we can and you still won't accept that we really could not tell you anything. Why are you-"

Maine placed a hand on his shoulder from behind, letting out a low growl before Germany could finish his sentence, an almost threatening noise. I saw something pass over Germany's features for a brief moment, to quick for me to catch and analyze before it was gone again. "I'm getting the feeling Agent Ireland doesn't want to talk to you, Agent Germany," Sigma appeared, floating in the space between Maine and Germ, his voice coldly calm, but menacing all at once.

Germany glanced back at me, holding my gaze for a few moments before turning away and brushing Maine's hand off his shoulder. "Sorry. I guess it's time for me to leave," there was something in his voice that hurt more than anything, a touch of betrayal and hurt, faint enough for anyone else not to hear, loud enough for me to clearly hear.

I watched him leave, silently repeating an apology in my head over and over again. Sigma and Main watched Germany leave the room, only turning to me when he was out of earshot. Sigma had a smirk on his face that vanished in an instant, hiding it from me. "You need to forgive them, or act like you have. Out casting yourself like this is no way to gather the information we want," he was staring at me, a blank expression on his face

"I know," I tried to be louder than I was, but it came out as more of a pathetic whisper than anything. "I promise I'll try. But I'm still researching what you want as much as I can. They have the same class I have about A.I units. For now, it's fine. I'm still fulfilling my side of our little deal," I wasn't looking at him, either of them, staring at a space behind them.

"That's all I ask for. Thank you, Ireland," I could tell he wasn't genuinely thanking me, it was more of a courtesy notion than anything. I knew that much.

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I made it a habit to keep my alarm clock as far away from my bed as possible. I had to get out of bed to turn the beeping off. It was hard enough getting to sleep, wondering if I was safe in my own room now. In a way, I guess I'm truly not if someone can turn my alarm clock into a bomb with no one knowing about it.

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A/n:

And hello again. Yes, yes, the Seekers is alive. Kinda. Ish. I'm really tired. Like, really tired. Wrote this chapter within an hour and a half. And now I don't know why it took so long to write it. Procrastination is my middle name, apparently. Like that's anything new.

I really do apologize for NOT UPDATING IN FOR FUCKING EVER. I really should have. But again, lazy. And got writer's block. Not exactly the best combination right now, you know.

Weird way to end the chapter, I know. Bad with endings. And that includes ALL endings. Bligh.

-Seekers