RVB: [OneShots]/[Stories]

Unexpected Comeback | [NorthXReader](Part 1)

[26/November/2017]

[Requested by summerstar9728 ! I really loved her idea]

The blues and reds were thrown into jail. Wash got check out of the hospital not to long ago- wait... when did that happen? Wash just appeared out of the blue to be honest.

The day was saved with everyone still alive, even if Wash and Carolina nearly froze to death. You let out a sigh of relief  as you walked to the shore where everyone was. You were so relieved that you lost yourself in you're thoughts. You wondered which Freelancers, apart from you, Wash and Carolina, were still alive. Hawaii at least proved to have had a laid back life before the blues and reds freezes him to death.

You were nearing the group when you heard the loud sound of propellers behind you. You turned around, only to see a Chorus drone fly by. Your eye unconsciously followed the drone as you were captured in you're thoughts. It landed in front of the two freelancers, the reds and the blues. Snapping back to your senses, you jogged towards the group.

You saw Palomo, Jensen, Bitters and Andersmith marching out of the landed drone, acting professional but ultimately returning to their jokey selves with their ex-captains. You laughed to yourself about how dramatic they were.

As you ran closer, you saw a girl with yellow armor run out.

"Hey bro!" The yellow armoured girl waved towards the Red Team.

"Oh heck. Why did they bring you along?" You heard Grif rambling somewhere around where the Red Team was.

"Shut up and hug me."

And than they hugged. There were "aww"s around them as Grif hesitantly hugged back. It reminded you of Freelancer. You remember coming back from missions with a worried little North Dakota running towards you for a hug. He would pick you up by the waist, tossing you around and making you dizzy. It would be a little embarrassing in front of the Freelancers who would cheer for you two as he brings you in for a kiss. You and him were soulmates. He was there for you and you were there for him, even if his sister was in the way.

North pestered you day by day during the last days of Project Freelancer to go with him and not worry about the Director finding both of you. You told him it was a bad idea, knowing how smart the Director was. The last time you saw him was that faithful morning before the MOI crashed onto the snowy floor. It was a horrific, watching the fearful soldiers scream in terror right before the smell of burning human flesh and metal. You don't know if he was dead or not, but you still held faith of his return.

"What did I miss?" You shouted the group as you neared the group.

"Not much, just Grif being all brotherly with his little sister." Simmons teased.

You chuckled under your helmet as Grif elbowed Simmons.

"Oh hey! By the way, I met some other cops when you guys were away." The yellow girl grinned, knowing Wash was rolling his eyes under his helmet.

Wait.

Cops?

Wash jolted up and made a beeline for the little yellow girl. He stumbled over his feet, being all eggar and so. It reminded you of how much of a dork he used to be when he was with York and North. It was like the dork group. Granted, he is still a dork, but he's less dorkier compared to before. He's a grown up dork.