The Demon Rose Season Two
Disclaimer: I do not own G. I. Joe Renegades, the characters or the franchise. I only own the characters of Pile-Driver, Demon Rose, Boy Scout, Amethyst, Viper, Listener, Sukoshi kage (Sakura), and Doc Holiday. I do not own the character of Dr. Satou, she belongs to Namiko Ai.
Synapse: Jane back and now she is caught between anger and redemption as she faces the truth about what happened while she was gone. Nothing is as it seems. FlintxOc Renegades 'verse.
Chapter 7
Jane sat silently as they drove back to the Pit. Her attention was mostly on the road ahead. The pain she was in was no longer an issue, given that her medication had finally kicked into full gear. However, she was afraid to talk to Flint and say something that might offend him.
"Are you sure that you're not angry with me?" Flint asked as he put a hand on Jane's knee briefly.
"If I was angry with you, would I be in the same car as you?" Jane retorted before folding her arms in on herself and shivering. "Is it me or is it cold in the car?"
Flint looked at the dials and nobs that controlled the car temperature. The AC was off, the air was even off. He put a hand against her forehead then pulled off to the side of the road. "Are you allergic to any medication?"
"No," Jane said while shivering again. "But maybe the pain killers are screwing with my body?"
"That's what I was thinking." He pulled out a wool blanket Sarah had put in the back of his car the night before. "Your sister is rather thoughtful."
"She always has been." Jane wrapped the blanket around her person and looked at him. She felt reminded of a movie. Two teenagers sitting in a car together on excursion out together, kissing, making out in the moonlighting of the late night sky. Her heart fluttered in her chest.
"Jane, you're staring at me." He whispered as he pulled away from her.
"And you were staring at me." He could hear the smile in her voice. Slowly his eyes fell on her again. "What do you see?"
She sounds so breathless, could it be the broken ribs or something else? He leaned back to look her in the eyes. Cupping her cheek in one hand he pulled her a little closer and gently kissed her lips. As he pulled away he heard her breath hitch in her throat and small whimpers of pain escaped her mouth. "I see the woman who I wanted to tear the world apart to find. A woman who's beauty is only exceeded by her wild heart."
Jane's cheeks felt on fire, she had been trying to think of an excuse for him to keep kissing her like that, but she couldn't. She was in too much pain to do anything at that moment.
"Jane, I've got to get driving again, if we're to get back to the Pit any time soon." He said, not moving from his spot.
Jane gently shoved him way and then smile. "So drive, lover boy."
Flint chuckled and pulled back into the road. At least she's not mad at anyone anymore.
Jane looked out the window and pulled the blanket up around her neck and settled into the chair. She watched as he reached for the nobs that controlled the air temperature. He turned everything onto high and turned the heat up as far as it would go. Jane shivered a little before the warmth hit her toes. Then she realized she was wearing slippers. She leaned forward and looked at her feet. "No shoes, slippers, but no shoes. How mean can hospitals be?"
"Glad to hear you complaining about something and not killing someone." Flint said with a laugh. He dared one glance at her. "I love you."
"And now he says it." Jane said in a theatrical tone. A large smile spread across her face and she pulled her arms out over the blanket. Clapping her hands she noticed the frown form across his lips. "Flint, I love you too…I really do."
Flint heard her words, noticed that her tone had dropped from a joking tone to a serious tone, but he was now frowning at the roadblock ahead. "Jane, I need you to do something for me."
"What?"
He took his hat off and tossed it at her. "How well can you make yourself sweat? Make it look like you're terribly sick?"
"That depends, how fast do you need me to?"
"Starting now and until we reach that roadblock." He pointed at the line of cars ahead of them as he slowed the car down.
Jane nodded her head and pulled the hat on her head. She closed her eyes and tried to make herself sick to her stomach. She was imagining all the blood she had seen, all the deaths that had happened around her. Finally triggering her stomach to feel queasy, she could feel the beads of sweat pouring from her forehead and back. "You really do owe me something as soon as this is over." She muttered while trying to keep the images in her mind from making her actually sick.
"I'll get you lunch, fair enough?"
All Flint heard was: "Less talk, more driving."
The people that checked the cars motioned for Flint to roll down the windows. Flint rolled down the windows and smiled. "What can I do ya officer?" He asked while putting a hand against Jane's forehead.
"We're trying to find a criminal. An operative up town said that they would be coming down this way." The police officer said.
"We got all sorts of criminal's up the road; however we need to get to the city hospital. The clinic up the road said they couldn't help my baby brother."
Jane moaned, and at first Flint thought it was faked but then heard the car door open and her vomiting out the door. Oh, that's so gross. He thought. She's making herself sick on purpose.
Oh, he's so going to pay for this. My stomach was empty to begin with! She thought bitterly as she began dry heaving.
"Let him through once the kids done puking." The officer said while waving at the roadblock.
Jane pulled back into the car, rubbed her mouth and glared at Flint from under the hat. The car started once more down the road and she smacked his shoulder lightly. "I barely had anything in my stomach to begin with. Be thankful I don't shoot you."
"Sorry to break this to you Jane, but you don't have a gun." He smirked as she took the hat off and threw it on the dashboard. "I thought you looked cute with the hat on."
She grunted before another wave of nausea hit her. "Shut up and drive. Once in the city we are stopping to eat, and you're so paying."
Flint looked at her from the corner of his eye and saw that she was shivering full force now, sweat poured off her and her eyes were squeezed shut. "What did you do to make yourself like that?"
"I remembered my first kill." She continued shivering, not out of cold, but out of pain and disgust.
A/N: EEEEEW! Who knew a girl could make herself sick? Well, i did...but that's my little secret you're not going to know about from me. However, there's going to be a flashback next chapter! r&r please!
