Out at the back of the base, Flowers had been tending to his... garden. He'd come out, clad only in a pair of jeans that seemed a little too big for him. Perhaps he'd just grabbed the wrong pants, or he could have thinned a little.
At the sound of the sergeant's voice, Butch turned around. Well if this wasn't just a really bad time to find him...
"Hey hot stuff," he murmured as he made his way over, pulling up his jeans once and awhile.
Sarge pulled his helmet off, flustered at the 'hot stuff'. Sure he looked like a chili pepper, but damn.. He noticed the hitching of the pants.
"Britches too big? Sounds like a common problem with you Blues," Sarge said with a smirk, putting his pistol away and slowly walking forward. Damn, Butch did a good job on all the cannibis back here... not to mention the lovely poppy and daisy plants that made up a fairly pretty color selection.
Flowers stopped in front of him, smiling a bit. When Levin had showed up, Butch had been lost in thought. He'd been thinking about said man, Sierra, Julia... that rookie, what was his name... Nicholi, that was it. The Russian rookie he had. Beauty, that one.
"They're a little large, yes. Common problem...?" Flowers knew he could have added something dirty to the rest of the sentence, but his perversion levels were down for the moment. His head was feeling a little too light.
He made sure not to touch Levin, standing a good half-foot away.
"Yeah, a common problem, you Blues gettin' into too much you can handle.." he smirked, shifting his weight and putting a hand on his hip. His expression turned quite... different, blue eyes falling half-mast and almost... playful? He grinned.
"Y'know, like me. Don't know what you got until it's right up on you. And hey, I didn't know you, uh, had a nice little farm goin' on back here," Sarge said, jerking his chin towards the surrounding green they stood in. He noticed Flowers' point of stopping, not quite registering it consciously yet.
"I take it Kaylee is your... daughter?" He asked quietly, nuzzling up under Butch's chin. He responded in like, seeing how Flowers reacted to his presence.
"Yeah... She'd be eleven now," he answered softly, eyes closing briefly. "I can't believe it's been ten years since I've seen her... Julia took her when we got divorced, which was because I couldn't keep myself out of my CO's pants..."
He sighed again, his high hardly there anymore, never mind they were surrounded by the plants. Pretty soon Levin was going to find out his whole sex life...
Sarge swallowed hard. A daughter; it must have been nice. Sarge had never really put much thought into kids, never really believed he'd live this far to think about it. Every day was a risk. But now..
"Shit, some luck there, huh," He muttered, squeezing his arms gently around Butch, making sure not to poke him too much. "...guess it's hard to live like that, having a loved one so far away."
Flowers lifted Sarge's chin, looking at him with a small smile. "..yes, kind of. I haven't seen her since she was about one. But... don't you have somebody you love?" He then added quickly, "Back home, I mean."
Leaves growled from his perch half-way across the canyon, glaring through the scope of his sniper rifle. He had seen Sarge approach; had seen the whole thing. Flowers... he had known he was up to something. He had known something was going on... but this... this was too much. This hurt. This hurt bad. Like a knife in the stomach. Or in the back. That's what it was... a stab in the back.
Betrayal.
They would pay.
He aimed carefully, just at the back of FLowers' head. He'd fire a warning shot, alert them to his presence, let them know the face of their killer, and then...
His trigger finger twitched, and the shot rang out across the canyon.
It was notorious that the S2 AM standard issue UNSC was loud as fuck. A thanksgiving when you were being shot at, especially when the lucky target could find their killer.
It was also very lucky that Flowers had leaned in to kiss at Levin just as Leaves tricked off the trigger to the rifle.
Senses and reactions spiking into overload, Sarge all but slammed Flowers to the ground after the shot, covering the captain from the side with his own body.
"Fucking SHIT what the hell was that?!" Sarge all but shouted, reaching over and grabbing his helmet. He plunked it over Flowers' head and rolled over, pulling his pistol out and throwing his aim up. Thank god for the overgrown weeds, flowers and hemp, giving ample cover for a prone body, as well as for Sarge's keen eye.
"...oh mother of God help me," he muttered. The next words came out in a choked noise.
Flowers lay still, the only sounds escaping from Sarge's helmet being heavy breathing and randomly a choked sound. There had been a sniper shot, and then Butch had found himself face-first into the dirt, and a helmet pushed on his head.
Slowly the captain opened his eyes to peer from the helmet, and maneuvered so that he could lay comfortably on his stomach, looking towards Sarge.
"Can we stop callin' each other names here?" Sarge offered, unsure of what to do. Basil looked like he was about to cry, so the sergeant gave up, going up towards the rookie with his arms out. "Basil, come here, I know we all can work this thing out together!"
Leaves let Sarge envelope him in a hug, taking a quick moment to relish the feeling of being in his arms once more before gripping the knife tightly in his hand and plunging it into Sarge's side. Non-lethal, but painful. It wasn't a stab int he back like he would have wanted, but for all his screaming, he couldn't bring himself to actually kill the older man.
Then he let go of the knife and stepped back, fixing Sarge with a sad, tired look. "I love you, you fucker," he murmured and walked off, staring off into the distance with tears in his eyes.
It hurt worse than any gunshot, knife or battle wound he had received, the look in Basil's eyes. But he managed to shove all those thoughts to the back of his head for the time being as Basil turned and left. It wasn't the same as Lopez getting shot or Sierra withdrawn. Wasn't the same as Simmons running off or... well, this. God, it hurt.
It might have had something to do with the knife in his side he so desperately wanted to leave inside of himself, even as he sank to his knees with a gasp and fell onto his back.
"Can't... stop feelin' like that for you, either..."
This was like watching a terrible accident... you just couldn't look away. Either that or a brutal soap opera. Butch just stared as the blade went in, unable to stop it or anything like he should have been able to do. He was trained to fight and prevent things like this.
But he couldn't do a damn thing but quickly come to Levin's side, dropping the helmet, and trying to take off the armour. It was taking too long, and the captain was attempting to keep calm, barely away from panic. Sarge's handgun was right there... The Blue's face took on a cold look as he took the weapon in his hand, and aiming for the retreating rookie's leg, he fired.
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At the sound of the sergeant's voice, Butch turned around. Well if this wasn't just a really bad time to find him...
"Hey hot stuff," he murmured as he made his way over, pulling up his jeans once and awhile.
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"Britches too big? Sounds like a common problem with you Blues," Sarge said with a smirk, putting his pistol away and slowly walking forward. Damn, Butch did a good job on all the cannibis back here... not to mention the lovely poppy and daisy plants that made up a fairly pretty color selection.
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"They're a little large, yes. Common problem...?" Flowers knew he could have added something dirty to the rest of the sentence, but his perversion levels were down for the moment. His head was feeling a little too light.
He made sure not to touch Levin, standing a good half-foot away.
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"Y'know, like me. Don't know what you got until it's right up on you. And hey, I didn't know you, uh, had a nice little farm goin' on back here," Sarge said, jerking his chin towards the surrounding green they stood in. He noticed Flowers' point of stopping, not quite registering it consciously yet.
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"I take it Kaylee is your... daughter?" He asked quietly, nuzzling up under Butch's chin. He responded in like, seeing how Flowers reacted to his presence.
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He sighed again, his high hardly there anymore, never mind they were surrounded by the plants. Pretty soon Levin was going to find out his whole sex life...
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"Shit, some luck there, huh," He muttered, squeezing his arms gently around Butch, making sure not to poke him too much. "...guess it's hard to live like that, having a loved one so far away."
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He didn't really know what else to say.
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Betrayal.
They would pay.
He aimed carefully, just at the back of FLowers' head. He'd fire a warning shot, alert them to his presence, let them know the face of their killer, and then...
His trigger finger twitched, and the shot rang out across the canyon.
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It was also very lucky that Flowers had leaned in to kiss at Levin just as Leaves tricked off the trigger to the rifle.
Senses and reactions spiking into overload, Sarge all but slammed Flowers to the ground after the shot, covering the captain from the side with his own body.
"Fucking SHIT what the hell was that?!" Sarge all but shouted, reaching over and grabbing his helmet. He plunked it over Flowers' head and rolled over, pulling his pistol out and throwing his aim up. Thank god for the overgrown weeds, flowers and hemp, giving ample cover for a prone body, as well as for Sarge's keen eye.
"...oh mother of God help me," he muttered. The next words came out in a choked noise.
"It's Basil."
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Slowly the captain opened his eyes to peer from the helmet, and maneuvered so that he could lay comfortably on his stomach, looking towards Sarge.
"Your rookie, right...?"
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"Yes," he said in that sandpaper voice of his, "Basil Leaves. I have a feeling the three of us are going to have to have a serious talk."
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"Can we stop callin' each other names here?" Sarge offered, unsure of what to do. Basil looked like he was about to cry, so the sergeant gave up, going up towards the rookie with his arms out. "Basil, come here, I know we all can work this thing out together!"
Wow, that was a first.
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Then he let go of the knife and stepped back, fixing Sarge with a sad, tired look. "I love you, you fucker," he murmured and walked off, staring off into the distance with tears in his eyes.
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It might have had something to do with the knife in his side he so desperately wanted to leave inside of himself, even as he sank to his knees with a gasp and fell onto his back.
"Can't... stop feelin' like that for you, either..."
The clouds seemed... thin... today.
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But he couldn't do a damn thing but quickly come to Levin's side, dropping the helmet, and trying to take off the armour. It was taking too long, and the captain was attempting to keep calm, barely away from panic. Sarge's handgun was right there... The Blue's face took on a cold look as he took the weapon in his hand, and aiming for the retreating rookie's leg, he fired.
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