Authors Note: I decided to do some one-shots for Jalton. Give me some prompts on what you would like to see written. Sorry but I am not a professional writer, nor do I own The Brave. There are probably some grammar mistakes in here.
A sudden explosion screeched the car to a halt. It knocked Arthur down to the ground. She quickly put the chains around his neck using the rest of her strength to strangle him. He went limp. She felt the darkness taking over. God she gunshots outside told her her team was there. She could faintly make out an explosion but seemed like it was a million miles away. There was a voice. It sounded familiar but she couldn't make it out. Then there was a jolt that felt like it sent her forward in time. She opened her eyes to see Adam and Mcg.
She then heard something, "there she is," she thinks.
They took her out of the car.
"Lets go. On me. Step down," Adam said and she was relieved.
They had come for her. Her team came. She hurt like hell, but they came.
Then a shot came from nowhere. McG went down. A sniper. Another shot, Dalton went down. Hen Amir Preah and Hossain when down. Then a scream. It was her scream. She collapsed to her knees. She didn't care about the sirens in the background. Her teammates, her friends, her family were dead on the ground. Blank expressions on there face. Blood trickling down from their gunshot wounds.
"No, please no," she said.
She was crying. Everyone was dead. Why hadn't the sniper killed her too?
She woke up to someone shaking her. Her reflex was to take their arm and put it behind him. That's what she did.
"Oww," Adam said.
It was Adam who had woken her up. She let him go. Those years of military training had been drilled in her hard. She must've made a noise in her sleep to wake up Adam which was surprising.
"Sorry," she said.
She then realized as he was getting up, she had tears on her face. She quickly wiped them, hoping he didn't notice.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Yeah, sorry for waking you," I said.
"No you didn't wake me, I was up late doing paperwork when I heard your scream," he said.
So she screamed. She then moved to be sitting with her back to the wall her bed was against.
"I don't think up woke up anybody else, though," he said.
"Yeah, it was just a bad nightmare," she said.
"You want to talk about it?" he asked.
"Not really," she said.
"Ok, is there anything I can get you?" he asked.
"No," she said.
He stood in front of her for a little bit longer. And then started to leave. She knew she might regret this but she needed him.
"Adam wait," she said.
"Yes," he stopped and responded
"Will you sit with me so I am not alone?" I asked.
"Yeah," he responded and sat next to her.
After about 10 seconds of just him sitting next to her she felt safe. The fresh nightmare memories fading. She put her head on his shoulder. A move she might regret tomorrow but who cares. For now she would just enjoy him.
That scream had broken his heart. To hear scream made him want to kill anybody who had made her scream. Plus those tears on her face. She had tried to wipe them before he could see, but he saw. Now they sat here on her bed. Her head on his shoulder. She was shaking just a little bit, probably from the nightmare. The rule following part of him was screaming at him to stop and leave. He was her C.O. Still sitting here with her felt good. She needed him. She had just gotten back from being torched. She needed somebody. He knew that was just another excuse.
"You want to tell me what's on your mind," he asked.
She took a little while to respond.
"You died," she whispered.
Looked into her eyes willing her to continue.
"In my dream, you and the team died rescuing me. There was a sniper," she said a little bit louder.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that, even if it was just a nightmare," he said.
"Yeah, umm, while I was being torchered they showed me pictures. They knew who you were at that point, so they forged pictures of you beaten, bloody, and dead. I didn't believe them, but when I saw those pictures, I don't know, it wa like some inside of me broke. Seeing someone I love dead. Now everytime I close my eyes I see you dead," she said and broke eye contact.
His heart broke a bit. He just ignored that she used the word love. He would tuck that away to ponder later.
"Hey, Jaz look at me," he said and put a hand on her face, "I am here, I am not dead, and I promise you I won't be anytime soon," he said.
"You can't promise that. With our jobs, any mission could be our last," she said.
"No I can't but I promise to try my best to not die, ok?" he said.
"Ok," she said.
He could still sense she was nervous. He took her hand and put it over his heart.
"Feel that that's my heart beat telling you I am alive. I am not dead. I don't plan on being dead anytime soon. It's gonna take alot to stop this old heart," he said.
He removed his hand from the top of hers in his heart. Her hand stayed there.
"And what if it does stop," she said.
"Well I expect you to give e CPR. Were you not planning on doing that? Because if so I would be really offended," he said and she chuckled.
"But still," she said.
"I promise to be alive in the moment, if that makes sense," he said.
"Weirdly enough, it does," she said.
They sat like that for about 30 minutes until she yawned. They the layed down in her bed and went to sleep with Jaz's hand over his heart. That night he got the best sleep he had ever gotten. He was falling for this girl. Hell, he was pretty sure he had already fallin and is on his butt in the sand. He wouldn't complain though, she made him happy. Happiness he wasn't sure he deserved but he was going to enjoy.