playoffs (round 2)
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season 10 -> michaela mcmanus' (ada kim greylek) character was introduced and replaced mid-season with ms. march. mike doyle's last season as o'halloron. guest stars include noel fisher, carol kane, and cicely tison. episodes of note: swing, wildlife, persona, ptsd, zebras.
season 17 -> first season w/o danny pino. mike dodds introduced and killed off <3 b.d. wong's last marked appearance on the show. guest stars include sophia bush (+ entire chicago pd cast), whoopi goldberg, donal logue. episodes of note: depravity standard, townhouse incident, collateral damages, intersecting lives/heartfelt passages.
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Caboose's Labyrinth: Version 1
yeah basically obsessed with both how caboose flips out in s17e6 and how we dont see his room in the labyrinth and how underutilized that was so like
it has chuckerboose like it always will with me unless i have a specific vision of some kind
cool p.s. it is like mostly angst with the minimal concept of comfort eat up babes idk
[ Caboose / S17 / Fic under the cut. ]
Everything felt blurry for a moment, and as Caboose blinked, he realized he was standing in front of his best friend.
He was standing in front of Church. “Church! Oh, Church, is—is, is it really you? Oh my goodness, I—you—you can help me! We are currently trying to fix all the clocks by making the time-lines back into time-circles—” Caboose was cut off as he’d been approaching his beloved Church.
“Mmmm, no. I’m…not…Church, actually.” That voice was Genkins’. Caboose immediately stopped in his tracks, even taking a step back. “No, I just really, really, like wearing his body. I think I’ll keep it!”
“Wh—what? You—you can’t do that. You—”
“Why not?”
“You—I already—I told you why! You—you—you were supposed to put his body down! You—”
“I’ve decided against it. It really is a flattering color of blue!”
“Put it down.”
“Roomy armor!”
“Put it down.”
“No, I don’t think I will. I like it. I think I’ll even leave with it!”
“You can’t do that—”
“Stop me, then.” Not-Church began to walk away, and Caboose, filled with rage, yelled and jumped at him. Instead of making contact, and pummeling Genkins from his best friend’s unaware body yet again, Caboose phased through the form of Not-Church. It suddenly gained the glow of Alpha, which caused a weird fuzzy feeling in Caboose’s mind—the odd desire to need them back in his head. He always felt the missing presence of A.I. in his brain, ever since the first time his mind was invaded.
“Wh…wh…what…what…wh–what is going—”
“Can’t do it, can you?”
“What—”
“Just like how you couldn’t save Church?” Caboose felt a pang in his chest and a sudden hollowness in his mind—all his rushing thoughts had stopped for a split second and it made it hurt all the more painfully when the rivulet of thoughts next flooded back. Caboose gripped the sides of his helmet as if in pain, and Not-Church began to laugh.
“Don’t—don’t laugh—” why was he being mocked for missing his best friend, and not wanting his best friend to be disrespected? Church is dead, and his body shouldn’t be tampered with, it wasn’t right! “Put—put it down—”
“Do you know how difficult it is to keep this body? After all, he fights back. It hurts him!” What..? Caboose didn’t want to hear this. He gripped the sides of his helmet harder, shaking as he threw it off. He was quick to grip some locks of his fluffy, blond hair. “I think it’s more fun that way, though.”
“You’re hurting him..? On purpose..?” Caboose stammered, sniffling. He was beginning to sob, even if it didn’t come through in his tone as much as it was showing on his face. “When I said to put Church’s body down?! I just want you to give me back Church! I want you to give him back, and leave him alone!”
Normally, when he was sad, he was the one tormenting himself—when he wasn’t alone, anyway. Tucker would always be able to empathize with Caboose if he was around. Why couldn’t he be here now, with Caboose, riled up as well? He’d know how to fix this, probably—help Church. Why couldn’t Caboose ever handle things on his own, though? Everyone else seemed to figure it out…the same everyone else that would mock him for being stupid. It couldn’t have been Church. Church is dead.
“It’s hilarious how riled up you are over this! I wonder what Church would think of this, though…what do you think?”
“He…he would be mad…he’d been really mad…” Everything flashed for a moment, and Caboose looked up from the palms of his hands, where he had kept his eyes buried. It hurt to look at Not-Church, though he realized as Not-Church spoke that it was the actual Church.
“What the fuck, Caboose? You seriously let some random weirdo possess me? You’re supposed to be strong, or something. Isn’t that your trade-off for being so goddamn braindead—”
“Church?” Caboose said goodbye once, and he didn’t know if he could muster it up again. “Church, is it really—but—but—but…you died?”
“There you go, not making sense again. Christ. I’m standing right here—I’m still pissed, by the way!” Caboose took a shaky step forward to try and hug Church, who recoiled back in a disgusted manner. “What are you doing?!”
“I—I just missed you, is all…I…I…”
“I don’t care—it sounds like you hit your head again.” Caboose tried to step closer again and felt that his knees trembled too much to do so. Instead, being on the verge of tears, he brought his arms to his chest and began to cry freely. Church sneered. “Jesus, what’s wrong with you? At least normally you don’t cry like this.”
“Shut the fuck up,” a new voice said. Caboose looked up—he knew that voice anywhere. It was Tucker, facing Church. “We don’t talk to Caboose like that. We talked about that, if you remember.”
“Seriously? You’re trying to lay into me about being a little rude to Caboose?”
“Yeah, I am.” There was a silence that followed, Tucker hesitant to tear his gaze from Church as he turned around to face Caboose. “Hey, are you okay?”
“I don’t know what’s going on…I thought that, uh, Church was acting weird because the demon was in his body, but he’s being mean—like—uhm—like back at Blood Gulch, but, but, he means it—” Caboose tried to wipe off his face and Tucker’s brow narrowed. He found something admirable about Caboose’s instinctually way of detecting if someone’s feelings were genuine or not—it’s how he ended up being stuck with Church for so long in the past.
“It isn’t real,” Tucker told Caboose, “that’s not Church.”
“I know.” This surprised Tucker, and left him wondering why Caboose humored this in the first place if he already knew what was wrong. “Church is dead. You told me that—the Alpha has been gone for a very long time, and Epsilon…not as long, but we know he is gone, too. Church is gone…but…I thought…maybe—maybe—maybe I could get another Church, like, uhm, how I got Epsilon after the Alpha?”
“I…don’t think it works like that, man.” Tucker embraced Caboose in a hug, to which he found himself being squeezed by the other blue soldier after Caboose realized what Tucker was doing. The made-up world around them began to fade, and so did the Tucker he was hugging. Furiously, Caboose took his helmet back up off the ground and fastened it back onto his head—he headed off from his room and to the next in the labyrinth.
He would find Tucker and remind him of just how much he loved him.
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