It's been over ten years... This one still bugs me I haven't forgotten about it; I have tried over the years to resurrect this, I think I finally have an answer but it needs some TLC first... Hey, any Ideas of where to take this will be greatly appreciated.

I don't own the characters Hasbro Does... Don't sue I work for a living I'll let you all know when I don't

"ALL JOES TO BATTLE POSITIONS! DO NOT PASS GO! DO NOT COLLECT TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS!"

Intelligence versus Marines, the intramural softball leagues' biggest rivals. The outcome of the game would be the talk of the GI Joe team for weeks to come, or until Shipwreck pulled his next prank. That was until the announcement came over the intercom.

Alison Hart-Burnett codename Lady Jaye had been in mid-swing when the alarm had echoed over the post. Dropping the bat in her hand she scanned the sky, "Come on Lady Jaye, Don't you know its time to play?" Roadblock came running past her, pushing her to move.

The snake front had been quiet; as of late, their focus had been on other groups, which at the moment, didn't have the means or fighters to launch a full-out attack on the Joe base. A thought chilled her, had her or Scarlett screwed up? Did they misread a report? Had they missed a piece of information? Had she, translated something wrong?

As she ran forward, joining her fellow teammates, she scanned the crowd, her eyes touching on each face for his. He had been so secretive this morning; sneaking in a kiss as she worked in her office. He just asked what she had planned for tonight. She had joked that her hot boyfriend was taking her out to dinner; she giggled when his response was him glowering. She had smiled at him impishly, giving him a kiss, instead of it being quick like his, hers lingered as she had pressed her body against his, coaxing his tongue to dance with hers. She had shown him that he was the hot boyfriend.

When he had finally broken away, he had shaken his finger at her, walking out the door saying he had some errands to run if anyone asked. Where was he?

"Let's go, Lady Jaye!" Sergeant Slaughter's voice interrupted her search. Shaking her head to clear it of her thoughts, she nodded allowing the Master Sergeant to pull her toward the armory.

The room was in chaos, in the middle of it was a fresh-faced private from their sustainment brigade, was trying to pass out weapons looking confused.

"The boy needs help," Slaughter swore. Lady Jaye watched as the laid back Bazooka was becoming so aggravated that his face was turning red.

Placing a hand on the man's shoulder, he turned to look at her his eyes pleading. "Jaye, I need my Bazooka."

Realizing that the Sergeant would not budge until he had his weapon, she climbed over the counter. Waving off other weapons requests she began to search the private weapon bays of the Joes that carried more specialized weapons.

She found herself subconsciously searching for his weapons; Worry filled her when she realized he hadn't been to the armory.

Looking in each bay, she swore; nowhere could she see Bazooka's bazooka "Can you fire an M-4?" She asked Bazooka pointedly upon her return to the counter.

"Well yeah." The man replied scratching his head under his ACH.

"Okay, Bazooka." Jaye took a deep breath, praying for patience. "Today, you are M-16, not Bazooka."

"But—" It was clear that the Sergeant wasn't buying what she was selling.

"Bazooka this is a high-level alert." Lady Jaye pleaded. "If you must, hit a Private on the head and get his."

"Better yet hit a Cobra over the head for his." Alpine looked at his Battle Buddy slapping him on the back. "Come 'Zookmy girl needs a new pair of snake-skin boots."

"ALL SQUAD LEADERS TO THE READY GRID. I REPEAT…"

Hearing the call for Squad Leaders she knew that she needed to make her way to the ready grid. She glanced at the Private and nodded to him. "As soon as you are empty meet up with the Zulu squad."

"Hooah Sergeant." The private nodded his understanding. He turned back to the counter continuing his task of handing out M-4s.

Lady Jaye walked over to her locker; breathing deeply she let out a very unflattering curse, her javelins were gone. Picking up her Sig Sauer, she sighed. In a practiced movement; she buckled her gun belt on her waist. Standing on tiptoe, she pulled out her lucky sunglasses and Patriot's baseball cap

Her attention turned to looking for his familiar face; she couldn't help but bite her lip with worry. She was so engrossed in her thoughts; she about ran over a tall, lean, shirtless, barefoot Asian man codenamed Quick Kick. "Go help the Private; he's lost."

"What's up with Bazooka saying he's 'M- 16'?" Quick Kick asked looked at her with confusion on his face.

"Don't ask." She yelled over her shoulder. The base was a hive of activity, green shirts running to get to battle stations. Shoving all thoughts aside of her missing boyfriend, she trotted over to the ready grid sliding to a stop next to Dusty.

"All air support has been taken out. We had eight Rattlers nosedive into the runway. Our pilots are trying to move the debris as we speak. But.." The sound of thousands of swarming bees caught their attention. Looking up at the sky, at least a hundred Cobra Hurricanes, and Night Ravens were coming in strong and fast. "This is so not good."

"Cobra cannot get the plans for the new laser cores. Holy Sh-." Seven Cobra cargo plans were breaking through to the front. She felt the bile creep up in her throat and they started dropping every variation of Viper, BATs, and Crimson Guard. They immense density made it impossible to see the blue sky.

"Okay boys and Ladies, we are in for it. Cover Girl get armor vehicles out now." Duke told the blonde beauty. "Get out there and Start mowing Snake's down!"

"Hooah, Top!" With a nod, the tank jockey ran off toward the Motor Pool.

They watched as the first of the Night Vultures dropped to the ground. "Hit them fast and hard boys." She heard Duke yell to the troops. The First Sergeant then turned to Jaye. "You up for some fun, Lady?"

"Always." She smiled as the imp of battle clawed out of her. She along with the rest of the ground support had their battle cry was on their lips "Yo Joe!"

Cobra wasted no time attacking them; Jaye hadn't even had her safety off before she was sending her buttstock into the face of a Cobra Trooper. She found herself in the middle of the battle; wishing for her Javelins. She seemed to be doing alright for herself sending her squad forward she got split off from them when a Night Viper had her cornered.

"Not nice, didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with knives?" She grabbed the Viper's wrist pulling him toward her with a quick strike to his elbow she had the man's knife in her hand. Using her opponent's weapon, she made a slash across his chest, finishing off with plunging the blade in his side.

Using the leg of her pants to clean the blade off, she jumped when she heard a bullet whiz past her head looking up she realized the Viper's buddy had her in his crosshairs. Muscle memory and hours of training kicked in, with a quick practiced move she had her Sig raised and pulling the trigger, nothing. Throwing the enemy, a dazzling smile she went to the next best option, her newly claimed knife. It flew through the air, meeting its mark. She watched with a strange detachment as the man clutched his throat the life draining out of his eyes.

An engine roar caused her to turn sharply on the balls of her feet, sighing with relief she watched as Cover Girl's Wolverine made her way towards her. "We're in trouble here. Somehow Cobra got us in a pincer attack we're the stragglers on the outside of it. There is a line of fifty or so snakes we have to go through to get to the main body with only ten of us on this side."

"Hey CG; with insights like that, you sure you don't want to join the intelligence pool?" Jaye didn't bother to hide her sarcasm, but she was secretly proud that her friend was thinking more like an intelligence agent than a tank jockey.

"Give up the glamor and appeal of being covered in oil ever day? I think not." Cover Girl couldn't belive Jaye would even think of suggesting her leaving her beloved Wolverine.

"Coming from anyone else I'd think they were being sarcastic." Jaye optimism faded as she scanned their position. True to Cover Girl's words, they were cut off from the main body of the Joe team. "This is not good."

"Any bright ideas?" Cover Girl looked at her.

"Why are you asking me?" Lady Jaye asked Tactics was never her strong suit, she always flew by the seat of her pants hoping for the best. She wondered if that was why Hawk had been so adamant that she teamed up with Flint when he joined the team. The Pentagon's Superstar Tactician, pool his talents with the Joe team's top intelligence NCO. The unstoppable duo. Right now, everything the Warrant officer had tried to teach her was not coming to mind.

"Cause your intelligence. Me, I'm just a tank driver. I follow intelligence's orders. See how easy that works?" Cover Girl grinned at her.

"You know what we need right now, a miracle," Lady Jaye kicked a Dreadnock off the tank. "Teach you to try and sneak up on us." She yelled at the greasy biker. Who was holding his chest from the damage her size eights inflicted.

"Duck." she heard Cover Girl scream. Lady Jaye dropped swearing as the heat from Cover Girl's missiles scorched her back.

"Give a girl some warning" Jaye growled at her.

"I just did." Cover Girl shrugged.

Jaye shook her head. She glared and Cover Girl out of the corner of her eye she saw an anti-tank missile coming toward them. "Holy Fu—"

Neither she nor Cover Girl had time to react. The missile exploded under the tracks of the Wolverine causing the heavy, armored vehicle to flip over on its side. Cover Girl's body was flung like a rag doll, away from the tank. Lady Jaye, however, wasn't so lucky. The heavy tracks of the tank fell on her, trapping her under the weight.

Lady Jaye bit back a scream of pain as she felt the crunching of bones in her legs, in a panic, she began clawing at the dirt to pull herself from out from the tank wreckage. She couldn't get her feet to move in order help her. "Great, I'm going to die here." She could taste fear on her tongue. "I just figured my death would be a little more glorious than from the tracks of a Wolverine."

"Lookie wot e've got ere." Swearing she watched in horror as Torch came out of the Shadows. The popping noise of his flame thrower caused her to look up at him with rage. He chuckled bringing his weapon of choice closer to her face. Closing her eyes, she waited for the end to come.

The cliché was true when you're about to die your life does pass right before your eye. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, thoughts of her childhood, college and the Joe team all woven together in a tangle of gossamer memories that she wanted to hold on to. Her brain then stayed, to a time in her life that she desperately wanted to forget She tried to move forward, away from those memories; her subconscious forced her to look at them. Maybe, in the end, she was a masochist. Why else would she recall the time? When her biggest supporter, in the end, had failed her?

One year and six months ago.

Hawaii.

Tropical getaway.

Those were the words that Lady Jaye's half-brother Christopher "Kip" Hart used when he begged her to come visit. Kip had pointed out how crazy her work was, how close Katie was to having the baby, then the big guns she needed to pamper herself and what better place than his world-famous Spa and Hotel. She had taken one glance down at her nails in desperate need for a manicure and bruised legs that desperately needed to see sunlight then agreed.

What had started off as a trip with the girls had morphed into her taking almost a platoon of Joes. Hawk had surprised her in allowing all of them to come, even shaking his head on their last day before they all left wondering if Hawaii would succeed from the union after their trip.

She had to give the gang credit, most of them had been on their best behavior. Oh, there was the Cover Girl, Shipwreck, and the balcony thing; but, Kit had been right there with them and hey if the owner of a billion-dollar resort wants to get his giggles that way. Well, that was fine by her.

She walked in the elegant lobby contemplating just how strange her family was when she spotted him; at first, she thought it couldn't be him. No way this was the larger-than-life-third-in-command Flint. No, it was some stranger in his body, sitting in a wheelchair.