Vio: Guess who's back again?! *cackles*

I might've forgotten to mention a few extras last chapter. Jack said he had a son, but I decided to go with him having two daughters instead – don't know why but I did. Hey, at least it gives him more experience dealing with women, hehe. Another thing is, I know Jesse's last name is Turner, but I decided that she took her uncle's last name – which is also Turner, to prove that they were related. Her parent's last names are Willows in this story, and Monk has no wife either.

Ah, fuck it! Monk x Older/Female Jesse ship is setting sail!

Please enjoy,

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Chapter 2

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Jesse was awake at the crack of dawn, sitting by the control panels with a grim expression. She had hacked into the computer to check over where the cabins were, where the dynamite was. Time was running out. The crew would be arriving sometime around either eleven or twelve, or in between, she's not for sure. Her frown tightened as she checked on the levels. A, B, and C were fine, as well as D and E. For now, at least.

Would the leak appear after the others arrived?

"Fuck," she hissed, stretching, "what the hell am I going to do? And when exactly are they gonna show up? Geez, there's a lot to be done. I wonder if I should go meet them or wait until they come to me," she wondered, her eyes searching all over the room. She could never be too careful, this was the room where Mo got killed. She refused to even glance at the storage closet, too many gruesome memories.

She also had to make sure that Kahane survived as well. Jesse never met the guy, with him getting killed by a Velociraptor and all, but she would make damn sure that he will live to see tomorrow. The same could be said for Galloway, Rawlins, Mo, McQuade, and Monk. It's going to be hard for her to keep them all alive, but she'll sacrifice her own just to make sure they live.

A few tears fell from her eyes, and she didn't wipe them off. The wet feeling made her feel, made her feel that she was actually here and that this was not a dream or a never-ending nightmare.

She was alive.

She was here.

She would save them.

Monk smirked at the look on McQuade's face as they all exited the helicopter. His smirk widened as he turned the volume on his boombox up, almost laughing at the other's scowl. His smugness left immediately when he scanned the buildings.

There was no one there.

"Where is everyone?" McQuade questioned irritably, while the others – who had been busy unloading – walked over to join them.

"Must be a surprise party or somenthin'," Mo offered as he looked around, hoping to catch sight of someone.

"And you," the other man growled, turning to point at Monk," turn that damn thing down! It's loud enough out here already!"

He smirked, "Sure thing, McQuade." he said mockingly as he turned his boombox off.

Jack stood beside him, frowning as McQuade snatched Kahane's walkie talkie, "Wonder why no one has approached us yet."

Monk shrugged, but an uneasy feeling pooled in his gut, "No fucking clue, man," his eyes roamed over the seemingly abandoned buildings, the feeling of dread growing by the minute, "but we best just get in and out. I don't like the looks of this place."

The other man nodded in agreement, "Which one of your people can get that door down there open?"

Both looked over, Monk holding in a snicker, to see a red-faced McQuade glaring down at the walkie talkie. Kahane motioned with his hand, "Mo."

"As for you three," McQuade pointed towards Monk, Jack and Rawlins, "go check the surrounding area! Find any remaining staff and drag their asses back here!"

They hesitated, but Kahane motioned for them to go ahead and off they went with obvious irritation.

"Damn," her harsh whisper seemed to echo throughout the eerie corridor, "i don't remember it takin' me this long to find the mess hall," she chuckled bitterly, still aware of her surroundings, "guess that's part of dying and then being reborn."

Her smirk turned darker, "If that's the case, I wonder when my so-called 'traumatic breakdown' will happen?"

When Jesse finally reached the double doors, she pushed them open as quietly as she could. Bright lights blinded her, and she cursed loudly. A deep chuckle was the response – an all-to-familiar chuckle at that, "Feisty little thing," her heart dropped as she could finally make out the three figures to be Jack, Rawlins, and Monk, "ya kiss yer mother with that mouth?"

Jack still looks the same as he did when she first met him. His fierce look had switched to a concerned, yet cautious look. He had a soft smile on his face as he stared at her. Rawlins just scanned her, almost as if she were looking for any injuries or weapons, and she couldn't forget – Monk. He just stood there, smirking lazily at her with one of his eyebrows raised curiously. His muscles rippled beneath his t-shirt, his legs strained against his jeans.

"I...I...I," she could barely speak straight, her angst surfacing, "I can't," tears began to fall from her cheeks as the three straightened up and started to move closer to her, "I can't do this!"

She was gone before they could even realize what happened.

I hoped ya'll liked it! Please R&R! I'm dying! XwX