#469er

I'm just sayin' that 479er got really fucking bored one day and Tucker didn't want to get off the line but he didn't have anything to talk about because he was so tired. So, instead of just sitting in silence, she just started reading out loud, the worst passages of this ohgodjesuswept bad erotica novel she found wedged under the desk. And Tucker is just like "penises don't do that." and she's all "I know right?" 

And it became a nightly tradition. 

Let's say 479er was supposed to pick up that day in Sandtrap, when Tucker called asking for back up and Grif picked up instead. Let's say Tucker's always called and 98% of the time it's 479er and she gets things taken care of and 2% it's some asshole taking her nightshift or whatever.

He calls her from the desert. She doesn't pick up. Someone else does. 

Naturally this is the day Tucker really needs her. 

Imagine that he kept calling her, trying to get through. He didn't know Command was EMP-burnt slag. I wonder if he'd sit there with his back against the temple door, counting down his rations and calculating how long he could hold out with no back up and thinking. "I've got six-seven days until I run out of food... sixty-six... sixty-five... sixty-four..."

Imagine him trying her channel over and over hoping that somehow this time she'd pick up, that anyone would pickup, that any channel anywhere would pick him up and, of course, CT and his crew would pick him up and try to talk him out of the temple, but he'd just flip off that channel and sit there. She doesn't pick up and Tucker sits there listening to the static and wondering what the fuck happened to her and later...

...later he hears about the attack on Command, The Meta, the Reds and the Blues breaking in and taking the place down and he doesn't say anything. He just keeps quiet because he cant bring himself to ask Wash or the others or even ask himself because he's too scared off the asnwer but...