Name- G.I. Joe fic
Duke/OC
Chapter one
A/N; Let's see how this unfolds. I fell in love with G.I. Joe, so I thought I'd write a fic...
It rained. Rain brought back the horror, the pain, of his loss but he couldn't remain inside. Inside made the suffering worse.
Duke sat on the porch steps, a set of dog tags squished between his thumb and index fingertip. He'd been through so much and been so strong, but this was different. Deeper. He closed his eyes as he rubbed one of the dog tags between his fingers.
O'Hara
Shana M.
O+
Catholic
Those dog tags, the tags his wife had once worn through countless battles, covered in sweat, rain, blood... They were some of the few tangibles Duke really had to hang onto. Those, and her wedding ring he kept on the same ball chain necklace as the tags. Everything else was either a picture or a memory.
"Damn it, Red... We made one good looking kid."
"She's got your feet, Duke... Huge things, they are." He smiled.
"Is that such a bad thing?"
"Depends on what she decides to do with her life. If she falls in love with ballet, she's screwed."
That made the rain worse for Duke; he hadn't just lost his wife, but their daughter as well. The two were victims of a freak car accident involving a deer, and Scarlett died shortly after. Their daughter's body was never found, but there was no way she could have survived, Duke had been told.
"We still haven't agreed on a name, Shana," Duke stated as he rubbed his eyes in the chair next to his wife's hospital bed.
"I know that, Captain Obvious, but you don't seem to like any of the names I come up with."
"And you scoff at all of my suggestions, too," Duke replied, crossing his arms. Scarlett couldn't help but smile at her husband as he sat pouting in his chair.
"Fine, I'll admit it, I'm picky with names... So let's come up with one together."
"... Deal..."
Three hours, Duke recalled. Together, they came up with a name in three hours. It was the perfect name in his mind, but he hadn't said it out loud in years.
"Dakotah... Dakotah what, Red?"
"Well... I don't exactly know, Duke. You have any ideas?"
He pondered for a moment.
"What about... Anna?"
"... Or Lynn?"
"I've got it!" he exclaimed softly. "Dakotah Annalyn Hauser."
"Dakotah Annalyn... That's different..." Scarlett said, repeating the name a few times to see how it felt on her tongue.
"You don't like it, do you?" Duke asked, incorrectly sensing disapproval.
"Actually... I think it's perfect," Scarlett replied, lightly stroking the peach fuzz on their daughters head. "Dakotah Annalyn Hauser..."
"Dakotah, why did I have to lose you, too?"
"Miss Reagan, it is your turn to read. Please continue where Mr. James stopped."
The room was quiet.
"Reagan?"
People began murmuring in the social sciences class.
"Where's Reagan?"
"Don't look at me..."
"She has to be assessed today."
"Did she already get assessed?"
"Ahem... I'm in my desk, present and accounted for, thank you," a voice in the back of the classroom spoke loudly. "Miss Aubrey, it seems as if my book has been vandalized;I'm missing this whole section in my book."
"Well in that case please come up to the front. You may read from the teacher's copy," Miss Aubrey's voice rang with a sweetness reserved only for Reagan herself.
Reagan grinned. She rose from her seat, tucking her dark blonde hair behind her ear, and made her way to the front podium.
"Thank you Miss Aubrey," she softly spoke as she and the substitute traded spots. "Many do not recognize Cobra as a terrorist group mainly because most do not know of the existence. This is thanks to G.I. Joe. G.I. Joe was a special trained force of soldiers who successfully shut down the terrorist group and their operations.
"Unfortunately, almost immediately after the fall of Cobra, G.I. Joe was shut down due to sudden 'insufficient' funding, among other things, and the Joes were p-."
The bell rang. 'Great timing... you had to ring at the climax of my reading.' Reagan thought as she put on a deceivingly perfect fake smile.
"Thank you Miss Reagan. I believe you deserve an A+ on all requirements for your reading assessment this month. That concludesclass for the day. You are dismissed."
Everyone left the room and collected manner, walking in sync and in a single file line. Reagan was last in line.
"Hey, Scarface! Get a life, you nerd! Teacher's pet!"
Reagan rolled her eyes. Most days, she'd catch some flack from Jesse, Noah, Davis, or some other hot shot jock who thought he was God. Today, it just happened to be Davis.
"You know what? Maybe I should. I've always wondered what it would be like to have an IQ less than my age."
"You trying to say something, Scarface?"
"Not trying, Davis... I already said something, but I forgot; you have a rock as a brain," Reagan said with a smirk. "Does Scarface use too big of words for Rock-brain to understand?"
"That's it, Scarface!" Davis shouted. "You're going down!"
Reagan watch carefully as the boy charged her as if he was a bull. He sprinted towards her with great agility and large strides. Still, Reagan stood motionless watching him.
'Wait for it, Reagan... Wait for it...'
CRASH!
The sound of a body being driven into a row of metal lockers rang through the halls and was followed by a moan. Reagan looked at Davis's body lying on the ground; her timing was just right.
"Serves you right, Davis. Maybe you should run into lockers headfirst more often- It might knock some sense into that thing on your shoulders."
Leaving the brainless brute on the floor, Reagan casually walked away to the science room for study hall, leaving the scene as if nothing had ever even happened.
"Damn... Reagan's a freaking ninja," someone spectating said with his eyes glued to Davis's body.
"That's for sure. I'm not getting on her bad side, Jake- Who knows what offensive skills she has."
"I don't want to find out."
"Me neither."
The bell rang again. Hours 0 to 5 down, hours 6 to 8 still to go...
"Everyone sit down and shut up while I take attendance!"
The room went from being social hour to quiet as a church in a second.
"Thank you."
Mr. Krasinski took note of the absences in his study hall. "Let's see... Two absences? Okay. Let me mark them down and then you may go to the library or the computer lab. Sign out at the back table before you leave."
Reagan rose from her desk with her planner in the crook of her arm. She spent her study halls in the computer lab. Mr. Krasinski's class was just too noisy for her. Grabbing a pen, she quickly, but neatly, filled out the sign out sheet.
Reagan Bell
Hour 6
Destination: Rm. 325
Not returning
She set the pen next to the clipboard after she filled in the last box on the sheet and tucked her hair behind her ear again before making her way to the door. As she reached for the doorknob, another hot shot -Alex- lobbed a paper ball at Reagan, then immediately looked at his desk.
'Ass... '
She picked up the crumpled paper and left the room, having a general idea about what the paper said. It always said the same thing, each time in a different handwriting, but always the same message.
Reagan walked out into the main hallway to get to the freshman stairwell, and once she was far from any possible gossip-spreaders, she unfolded the wad of paper.
Heard you admired G.I. Joe - found some sites you might enjoy about them, Scarface.
Alex
'Well, that's a little different from the usual fan mail, Reagan...'
At the bottom of the paper were a few addresses. Reagan looked at them for a second more. They would be quite interesting to look at...
"Screw it. Alex, you're not as much of an ass as I thought," Reagan said, tucking the paper into her skirt pocket and continuing up the stairs.
