It's Good To Be Alive...It's Good To Be Alive... by CaptainTimber
Tucker was having a bad day to say the least. Yes, he had bad days before, but boy, this day was up there with the days he considered worse than death. Like having an alien babygiven, having a kid wasn't that bad, but giving birth? He would have rather shot himself in the face. And not to mention that Doc was the one who delivered it. So yeah, his terrible day was up there with giving birth to an alien baby.
Perhaps he was overacting and was just grumpy. He stayed up late the night before (or rather, day, as it was always day time in Blood Gulch) because of stupid Washington making him clean the guns. Tucker didn't mind Washington at first. It was nice to even out the teams and all, and he had figured that Wash wouldn't try taking over the leader position that Tucker so obviously deserved. After all, he was on the blue team the longest, and they had saved Wash's life. He thought at least he'd get the sniper rifle now. But no. After the first week of being on the blue t