I decided to make a friendship fic. Enjoy!

"NO! Grif!" Simmons screamed running over to his friend. Blood covered his entire right arm and his body lay limp. Simmons shook the orange soldier, desperat for a reply. "Grif? Come on buddy, get up! Get up!" Grif didn't budge. Simmons tore off his helmet to see the lazy-ass's closes eyes and pale face. Tears rolled down Simmons cheeks. "No, no no no!" he screamed punching the ground next to him. Sarge ran into the room, yelling an order of some kind, but stopped in his tracks as he saw Grif.

"Grif...?" the commanding officer said quietly. Simmons clenched his fists and allowed himself to cry quietly, not caring that Sarge saw. Sarge put a hand on the maroon soldier's shoulder. Simmons looked up at Sarge to find the older man looking down at the dead body. "Come on, Grif wouldn't want us to stand around moaning. He'd want us to kick that Director guy's ass." Simmons nodded and stood up, following Sarge out of the room. He paused to look back at the soldier laying on the ground.

"Hey, I'm privet Dexter Grif, pleasure to meet ya newbie." Was the first thing the other soldier had ever said to Simmons. He didn't sound overly thrilled to meet him, but the first day when they were stationed together he seemed pretty happy to have someone to talk to. They had never been the best of friends, but they didn't really hate each other either. Simmons sighed and walked out of the room. He froze in his steps as Church's hologram stood over a dead body, making crying noises.

"Caboose! No!" Church yelled. Simmons dropped his gun and stared at the dead body. He didn't like the blues, and found Caboose the most annoying. But he was so innocent and sweet that you couldn't help but love the little guy. Church's holographic knees fell on an invisable floor and he stared down at the blue soldier's face. There was a huge hole in his chest and his head lay to the side, perfectly limp. Wash walked over and knelt down next to Caboose, closing Caboose's eyes. He stood up and stared down at the body.

"We have to keep moving," came Wash's quiet voice. Church nodded and the hologram was gone. "Where to boss?" Wash asked Carolina. She didn't answer as she turned around, and walked away. The others all followed her out, heads hung sadly. Simmons stopped and turned back to look at the building. He stopped and everyone turned to look at him. Sarge stood next to him, soon joined by Tucker and Wash. Church turned on his hologram and walked over as well. Carolina stood there, watching them in puzzlement. Simmons brought his right hand up to the top of his helmet, the others following his lead in a salute.

"A lazyass and a dumbass," Sarge said, bring down his hand firmly. "They will be missed." As he finished Sarge's voice cracked, but no one said anything as they turned around and walked away, Church simply turning off his hologram. As Sarge walked refused to admit that he had tears streaming down his cheeks, making it hard for him to see. He nearly tripped on a rock, but Simmons stopped him just in time. The two soldiers looked at each other a moment before continuing to walk on.

"Let's go kill that basterd," Simmons said. Sarge gave a sharp nod and cocked his shotgun, keeping pace with the others. "And goddamnit, let's make it hurt!"

"Whoo-rah!" all the others shouted in agreement. Simmons gave a sharp nod. And the small pack of reds, blues, and freelancers walked off into the night.

Well, there you have it.

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