How much the Reds and Blues understood about Carolina and Wash was largely up to interpretation. Caboose still considered them the Mom and Dad of Blue Team, which was slightly mortifying, and Tucker had made a habit of counting how long any hugs they gave each other lasted.
“I’m telling you, she told me that she was spoken for, so it has to be someone we know,” Tucker had explained it.
Wash wasn’t so sure.
When Carolina found them, Wash still weak from his near death on Sidewinder, still winded and stricken by the betrayal and death of Maine, she had many goals. But she didn’t seem keen on sharing with her new company what exactly they were.
The simulation troopers she didn’t trust.
And Wash she seemed too worried about letting heal.
“I’m taking you back,” Carolina informed him at last, sitting by his side in the medbay of some abandoned base they had found on their fruitless travels back to Valhalla.
“How so?” Wash asked curiously, picking at the bandages around his torso.
“What do you mean how so?” she said, chin lifting up in that defiant way it so often did when she didn’t like what as going on around her. “You’re my brother. You almost died out here with these baffoons. I’m taking you to my home base. You’ll be safe.”
“Technically I’m alive because of these baffoons,” Wash corrected her and nodded toward the cobalt armor strewn across the floor. “Not to mention they were tending to these wounds long before you showed up.”
“I need you to come with me, Wash,” Carolina begged, grabbing his hand. “We need you.”
Immediately, the hairs on the back of Wash’s neck stood up. It almost made him sick to hear those words.
He made a point of withdrawing his hands. There was a cold voice still echoing inside of his head thanks to family and he had hoped that Carolina would have been different after so many years of having chosen her side.
But she was fast and she wasted no time in grabbing his hand back.
“Not the Director,” she said firmly. Not Dad. Not our father. There was a coldness to her tone that made it true for him.
“Then…”
Her fingers wrapped in his and she looked seriously into his eyes. “Wash… I took so long to do something – to find you… because I had a lot more to lose than I ever did before.”
Washington searched her face, eyes widening as he understood what she was saying. “You…”
“Two,” she replied. “Two years old and four months.”
Alarmed, Wash tried to raise out of his bed too soon, prompting a flinch and for Carolina’s free hand to gently push his shoulders back down. “That means I’m–”
“A monkey’s uncle,” she joked.
He stared at the ceiling. Families. Happiness. Kids with their green eyes still looking back. He could hardly imagine it.
“And I only trust York with them as far as I can throw him,” Carolina continued, a gentle laugh in her voice. “Well… I trust Delta. But then I can’t throw him at all.”
It all clicking, Wash turned his head and stared at Carolina in surprise. “York!?”he coughed out. “He… He promised me he wasn’t going to…” he glared back at the ceiling. “Everything on the Mother of Invention was a rotten lie,” he decided. “At least now I know why I never found any trace of them.
“Because they knew I needed them,” Carolina said. “Because… I needed a family to support me when I found out about… the first time.”
He looked at her and there was no doubt to the truth behind her eyes.
“I need my brother now, though,” she whispered to him. “I need all my family. And I need it more than revenge or fear or anything else.”
There was a pause as Wash’s brain tried to desperately return to function. “I’m an uncle.”
“You’re an uncle,” she agreed.
There was calamity – crashing and yelling at Caboose, more than a few laughs, outside his door. Wash smirked at them fondly.
“I want to meet them,” he told Carolina firmly. “I want to. I will meet them. But I just need to make sure we’re both clear: I need my family, too. And it’s not just us anymore, Carolina.”
Worriedly, she glanced toward the door and back. “I’m used to it being the two of us, Wash. That’s a lot of expansion to take in.”
He hardened his look over her. “More than the news of one of my best friends knocking you up twice without telling me before now?” he ribbed.
Carolina laughed and rubbed at her face. “Okay… Well. Passover’s going to take a lot of brisket now.”
“Yeah,” he laughed back. “Yeah I guess it will.”
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