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Never Alone Ch1

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Chapter 1 it never seems to end
It was all a little hazy still but he could feel himself laying in the snow. Simmons sat up and looked around to see Tucker still fighting the Meta and Grif laying next to him slowly getting up. Sarge had run over to go check on Washington, they were talking and Wash handed him something but Simmons couldn't see what. He got up and helped Grif to his feet holding onto the Orange Spartans hand a little longer. They were going to die and Simmons knew it. He let go and looked at his long time friend.
"Grif i-" He started but was interrupted by the sound of a shotgun going off.
Him and Grif both looked to see their CO firing his shotgun at the Meta drawing his attention away from the cryn man in the snow.
"Come here you big son of a bitch!" he called out to the white monster.
The meta growled and trudged menacingly over to Sarge. The Red Spartan walked forward to meet the behemoth, firing off the last of his ammo in the process. Grif looked at Simmons.
"What's he doing?"
"Looks like killing himself" Simmons answered a bit confused himself.
"Oh no!"
Grif sounded concerned but the fact he wasn't moving to help assured Simmons he was either to lazy or didn't care that much.
The Meta and Sarge were finally within reaching distance and the Meta knocked away his shotgun as the sergeant tried to fire one last round. He grabbed him by the neck and started to choke him growling in his oh to familiarly pissed off way.
"Hey Grif!... I've lost my shotgun....What am I going to do without ....My shotgun....Shotgun damn it!" He chocked out as the Meta strangled him.
"Shotgun?," Grif asked confused even more before he looked over at the Warthog and gasped, " Come on Simmons!" He ordered the Maroon Spartan.
Simmons looked and could see a rope extending from the Warthog to the hook in Sarge's hand. He understood now. He helped Grif as they started to push the damaged jeep off the cliff.
" Hey Meta settle a bet would yah?" Sarge grinned under his helmet still struggling to breath, hooking the rope to the white behemoth, " Dose that thing kinda look like a big cat to you?"
The Meta turned to see Grif and Simmons pushing the jeep over the edge of the cliff. Simmons yelled at Grif to push harder and the Hawaiian man yelled back that he was. Meta looked down and saw the hook attached to his chest plate and snarled something that sounded almost like 'Fuck...'. the Jeep went over the ice cliff and dragged the Meta along the snow covered ground with it. He felt the Epsilon unit fall off his back and growled again. He couldn't lose and have nothing to show for it. Simmons watched in horror as Meta grabbed Grif's leg and dragged him along with him almost into the abyss.
"Grif!!" Simmons yelled and dove catching his hand just barely as the Meta plunged to his doom with a blood curling cry of anguish.
"Simmons grab my hand! Help!!" Grif whined terrified.
"Hold on! Hold on! Don't Let go!!" Simmons ordered trying to pull him back up.
Griff looked at him and Simmons looked back at him he could almost see his duel colored eyes though the visor. He could almost see the fear as his fingers slipped out of his own hands.
"Simmons?"
The fingers slipped and Grif fell over the edge of the cliff. Simmons could hear him yelling his name in that terrified voice and tears filled his eyes.
" Grif!!" Simmons yelled getting up.
The voice faded and there was nothing but silence. Simmons could feel himself wanting to cry more he could feel his heart breaking .
"He's ...Gone..."
"Yes.. Griff is dead , it's a sad day... But he died as he lived! Flat on his belly , trying to get some one else to do his work for him. He will be missed....Till we get a replacement... and then Forgotten immediately!" Sarge told Simmons not seeming to care.
Simmons couldn't hold back his tears and cried silently inside his helmet. "I can't believe he's gone…."
"you know some times, when some body falls off a cliff in moves, he's actually just over the edge hanging on a tree branch or something." Tucker told Simmons trying to re assure him.
"Nope he's defiantly dead." Sarge told Tucker in a mater of fact way.
"Maybe we should look just in case." Simmons told his CO trying not to sound to upset or to hopeful.
"I think looking would get out hopes up, and Grif wouldn't like that. Grif, would want our expectations to be as low as possible. Lets honor him by not looking! Then have a nice lunch, I'm thinking monty-cristo sandwich."
Not to be discouraged from what little hope he might have left Simmons looked over at the cliff just wanting to peek over and see his orange friend there.
"Are you sure ? I could peek just right over the edge."
"Sounds like a waist of time."
"Wouldn't even take a second."
"Nah."
" Oh for gods sake just look over the damn edge I can't hold on much longer!!" A familiar voice yelled from the other side of the cliff.
"Grif!!" Simmons cried out in relief looking over the edge.
But he did not see the Orange Spartan there but rather the white demon, Meta. The Meta leaped at him and tackled Simmons back onto the cliff's edge grabbing his throat and strangling him. Simmons struggled to get the monster off him but he was to strong. He yelled out for Grif to save him but there was no one around.
"Simmons! Simmons! Hey wake up!!" A voice yelled at him.
Simmons blinked open his one good eye and his robot one activated. He was in his room at Valhalla. There was no Meta, no struggling to breath and he could hear Grif's loud snores from down the hall. He blinked a few times to let his eyes adjust to the darkness and could make out the outline of his blond friend, Donut. Simmons sat up and rubbed his forehead. That was the 12th nightmare this week alone, and it was getting worse each time. Donut sat on the bed next to him and rubbed his back.
" Want to talk about it?" He asked softly blinking his big baby blue eyes.
"No Donut…. I don't want to talk about it …it was just a nightmare…" He lied running his fingers through his own brown hair.
He'd never told Donut or anyone he liked Grif.  He had for a long time , and almost loosing him had devastated him. It was eating him up on the inside not to tell Grif how he felt. But he knew Grif would never in a million years like him back, right? Simmons shook his head and looked back at Donut with his green and red eye.
"What are you doing in here anyway? Your room is on the other side of the base." Simmons asked him suspiciously.
"I was putting away laundry silly, I hate doing it when you guys are awake because  you all make fun of me. Besides after being dead for a few weeks there is a lot of stuff to do." Donut explained.
Simmons recalled that dreadful day. Washington had shot Donut sending his armor into Recovery mode. If it hadn't been for Church…. He shook the though away. A lot of shit had went down at that frozen base. He just wished he could forget it. Like Grif had. Grif had moved on , but also mainly because Sarge had went back to shooting him on a semi-regular basis again. Everything was back to normal, well except for the nightmares.
Donut finished putting Simmons cloths away and moved onto Sarge's room. He would go to Grif's room last and ask him if he knew what was bugging Simmons. He also wanted to ask where he was getting his supply of Oreos from, and why the hell he wasn't sharing.
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