A/N- Whoo hoo! Chapter four! *dance* They still don't belong to me... though I own plushies of them! *tosses her imaginary plushies in the air*
Ryan's slightly OOC in this. My fricking HERO, and proof to Terra's cupid theory, but still OOC. *grins* Too bad.
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Chapter 4-
When I woke up I was laying on the bed in the cell. I had no doubt that Ryan had done it, since my head was throbbing from whatever I got hit with, and they probably originally threw me in the corner. I was slightly surprised that they put us in the same cell. Probably thought they'd give us some time to chat before they killed us. I rubbed the side of my boot casually to check for the keycard. It was still there, and I almost sighed with relief. At least we'd be able to get out of here. As I sat up, I saw Ryan peering over at me from the bench on the other side of the cell. He was wearing a look that said "What did I tell you" mixed with "Thanks for trying." I threw my legs over the side of the bed, making sure to keep them together as I sat there.
"It worked in my head." I muttered, unable to resist grinning slightly. He grinned back at me. At least he seemed to improve slightly with me here.
"Where's the other half of the Duo That Doesn't Quit or Listen?" He raised an eyebrow. I shrugged.
"I told him to leave if I wasn't out in time." I stretched my legs, standing.
"You really think he's going to leave if you don't get out?" I looked at him.
"Neil's smarter than I am. He uses his head before he runs into things." Ryan motioned to my outfit.
"And you just happened to have that whole ensemble lying around and were waiting for a chance to kick ass in it?"
"It was half-assed, okay? I came in without any protection and now we're both stuck in here because of it. I don't think straight when my friends are hurt. It's what happened at the hangar, remember? You got hurt, Neil got killed, I couldn't even fight?"
"Jane… You never told him, did you?" I acted like I didn't know or care.
"I never told him what?"
"Don't play stupid, Jane. You love him, and he loves you. And whether you two know it or not it's so goddamn obvious it gets annoying when you both deny it." I looked away silently. "And love is enough to send him in here after you."
"Shit." I spoke. I looked over at him, trying to hide most of my worry. "If he gets hurt because of me being stupid…" I trailed off. I had been stupid once, let my guard down to try to tell him how I felt. And how had that resulted? In both of us dying. I shook my head. "If he gets hurt then I'll kill whoever did it."
"If you can get out of here." I sat down next to him on the bench and he put an arm around me for comfort. "If they do get him… and bring him here… they'll probably beat him up right in front of us. So just, do what you're best at. Hide your feelings, maybe they'll go easy on him. If they see it hurts you they might even kill him, so just… don't think about it until they leave. Alright?" I looked up at him, studying his face slightly before nodding. He looked sick, slightly haunted, and though a small part of him was crazy because of what they had done to him (whatever that might've been), the rest was still caring, loving, teddy-bear-resembling Ryan. One of my best friends, one who I would die for, or would die for me.
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We talked for a half an hour, and I told him about what was going on in the world, as well as how Neil and I had gotten out. Exactly forty-five minutes later, fifteen minutes after I had told Neil to leave, he was dragged in by another guard, already unconscious and battered. I had to repeat Ryan's words over and over in my head, forcing myself not to care, or cry out, or run over. I stared at his body to show the man tugging him I didn't care. I gave the guard a "So?" look. He threw Neil into the cell with us, literally. The poor guy landed in a heap on the floor, still knocked out. The guard smirked and left to do his rounds, and Ryan and I hurried over to help Neil up. He had my place on the bed now, and I sat by his side, trying to clean off some of his wounds. He had gotten beat up pretty badly, but from the bruises on that guard and his own knuckles, he had done more than his fair share of fighting. Ryan sat on the bench again, close in case I needed him, but far enough away because he knew. He knew I needed to be next to Neil and take care of him, because it was my fault he was here in the first place.
When he stirred, I ached with sadness, happiness, and anger. He tried to sit up.
"I wouldn't if I were you." I was on my knees by the bed, a piece of his shirt that I had torn off to clean his wounds with in my hand. He opened an eye, and looked at me.
"Funny, I thought that would work." He managed, even though I was glaring daggers at him.
"Why don't you listen?" I said, unable to control it.
"You're one to talk." Ryan spoke up from the corner, a grin on his face. I glared at him too.
"Hey, Ryan." Neil said without even looking over.
"Hey, Neil. How you feeling?" I crossed my arms, waiting for the male bonding experience to draw to a close.
"Like I got the shit kicked out of me. What about you?"
"Pretty close to that."
"You two can shut up any time now." I nearly growled it out.
"Sorry, Jane, go back to yelling at me. Like I haven't learned my lesson." I stared at him, and my eyes softened.
"I told you to leave." I stated, more stern but less harsh than my 'Why don't you listen' had been.
"I couldn't leave you here."
"Jesus, Neil, there's a reason I told you to. If I couldn't handle it I didn't expect you to be able to." Wrong choice of words, Jane. Wrong choice. His beautiful eyes, usually cheery, narrowed, and he sat up, flinching only slightly because of his wounds.
"Well I'm sorry, Ms. I-can-fight. I didn't make it into the Deep Eyes with just my technological knowledge, yanno."
"Neil, I didn't mean--"
"I know what you meant, Jane. I just thought I would come after you because people in here are disturbed and might do things that you can't control." I raised my eyebrow.
"Like what?"
"Gang rape." I couldn't keep myself from laughing at that one, because he was serious. "It isn't funny! You walk in here with a scrap of tissue paper on and boots up to your …your… … and you expect them not to even think about doing something?" I shook my head.
"I don't think we have to worry about me getting gang raped, Neil. Besides, the only thing that they want to do to me right now is kill me."
"You don't know that. They could rape you then kill you." I saw a motion out of the corner of my eye, and I looked at Ryan. He was still on the bench but leaned forward, his head in his hands as his body shook with laughter. "Why do you people find her getting raped funny?!"
"Because you two are so unbelievably stupid." Ryan was still laughing, but he didn't say why, thankfully.
"Gee thanks." Neil said sulkily, flopping down on the bed again. When his body hit the hard mattress, he flinched. "Ow." …I could've told him not to do that. I spit on the scrap of shirt slightly, and he opened an eye, holding my wrist so I couldn't touch it to the cut on his forehead. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm cleaning you up, now let go of me."
"With SPIT?" He made a face.
"Do you see anything else?" I managed to touch it to his cut, and though he made a face at first, he let me clean him up. After he felt asleep I smoothed his hair a bit before turning back to Ryan.
"Nothing there. Nothin' whatsoever." I thought he was out of his mind again, but I saw him smirk at me and Neil, and I walked over, flopping down next to him quietly. He fell asleep a few minutes later, and I formed a plan in my head.
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Ryan's slightly OOC in this. My fricking HERO, and proof to Terra's cupid theory, but still OOC. *grins* Too bad.
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Chapter 4-
When I woke up I was laying on the bed in the cell. I had no doubt that Ryan had done it, since my head was throbbing from whatever I got hit with, and they probably originally threw me in the corner. I was slightly surprised that they put us in the same cell. Probably thought they'd give us some time to chat before they killed us. I rubbed the side of my boot casually to check for the keycard. It was still there, and I almost sighed with relief. At least we'd be able to get out of here. As I sat up, I saw Ryan peering over at me from the bench on the other side of the cell. He was wearing a look that said "What did I tell you" mixed with "Thanks for trying." I threw my legs over the side of the bed, making sure to keep them together as I sat there.
"It worked in my head." I muttered, unable to resist grinning slightly. He grinned back at me. At least he seemed to improve slightly with me here.
"Where's the other half of the Duo That Doesn't Quit or Listen?" He raised an eyebrow. I shrugged.
"I told him to leave if I wasn't out in time." I stretched my legs, standing.
"You really think he's going to leave if you don't get out?" I looked at him.
"Neil's smarter than I am. He uses his head before he runs into things." Ryan motioned to my outfit.
"And you just happened to have that whole ensemble lying around and were waiting for a chance to kick ass in it?"
"It was half-assed, okay? I came in without any protection and now we're both stuck in here because of it. I don't think straight when my friends are hurt. It's what happened at the hangar, remember? You got hurt, Neil got killed, I couldn't even fight?"
"Jane… You never told him, did you?" I acted like I didn't know or care.
"I never told him what?"
"Don't play stupid, Jane. You love him, and he loves you. And whether you two know it or not it's so goddamn obvious it gets annoying when you both deny it." I looked away silently. "And love is enough to send him in here after you."
"Shit." I spoke. I looked over at him, trying to hide most of my worry. "If he gets hurt because of me being stupid…" I trailed off. I had been stupid once, let my guard down to try to tell him how I felt. And how had that resulted? In both of us dying. I shook my head. "If he gets hurt then I'll kill whoever did it."
"If you can get out of here." I sat down next to him on the bench and he put an arm around me for comfort. "If they do get him… and bring him here… they'll probably beat him up right in front of us. So just, do what you're best at. Hide your feelings, maybe they'll go easy on him. If they see it hurts you they might even kill him, so just… don't think about it until they leave. Alright?" I looked up at him, studying his face slightly before nodding. He looked sick, slightly haunted, and though a small part of him was crazy because of what they had done to him (whatever that might've been), the rest was still caring, loving, teddy-bear-resembling Ryan. One of my best friends, one who I would die for, or would die for me.
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We talked for a half an hour, and I told him about what was going on in the world, as well as how Neil and I had gotten out. Exactly forty-five minutes later, fifteen minutes after I had told Neil to leave, he was dragged in by another guard, already unconscious and battered. I had to repeat Ryan's words over and over in my head, forcing myself not to care, or cry out, or run over. I stared at his body to show the man tugging him I didn't care. I gave the guard a "So?" look. He threw Neil into the cell with us, literally. The poor guy landed in a heap on the floor, still knocked out. The guard smirked and left to do his rounds, and Ryan and I hurried over to help Neil up. He had my place on the bed now, and I sat by his side, trying to clean off some of his wounds. He had gotten beat up pretty badly, but from the bruises on that guard and his own knuckles, he had done more than his fair share of fighting. Ryan sat on the bench again, close in case I needed him, but far enough away because he knew. He knew I needed to be next to Neil and take care of him, because it was my fault he was here in the first place.
When he stirred, I ached with sadness, happiness, and anger. He tried to sit up.
"I wouldn't if I were you." I was on my knees by the bed, a piece of his shirt that I had torn off to clean his wounds with in my hand. He opened an eye, and looked at me.
"Funny, I thought that would work." He managed, even though I was glaring daggers at him.
"Why don't you listen?" I said, unable to control it.
"You're one to talk." Ryan spoke up from the corner, a grin on his face. I glared at him too.
"Hey, Ryan." Neil said without even looking over.
"Hey, Neil. How you feeling?" I crossed my arms, waiting for the male bonding experience to draw to a close.
"Like I got the shit kicked out of me. What about you?"
"Pretty close to that."
"You two can shut up any time now." I nearly growled it out.
"Sorry, Jane, go back to yelling at me. Like I haven't learned my lesson." I stared at him, and my eyes softened.
"I told you to leave." I stated, more stern but less harsh than my 'Why don't you listen' had been.
"I couldn't leave you here."
"Jesus, Neil, there's a reason I told you to. If I couldn't handle it I didn't expect you to be able to." Wrong choice of words, Jane. Wrong choice. His beautiful eyes, usually cheery, narrowed, and he sat up, flinching only slightly because of his wounds.
"Well I'm sorry, Ms. I-can-fight. I didn't make it into the Deep Eyes with just my technological knowledge, yanno."
"Neil, I didn't mean--"
"I know what you meant, Jane. I just thought I would come after you because people in here are disturbed and might do things that you can't control." I raised my eyebrow.
"Like what?"
"Gang rape." I couldn't keep myself from laughing at that one, because he was serious. "It isn't funny! You walk in here with a scrap of tissue paper on and boots up to your …your… … and you expect them not to even think about doing something?" I shook my head.
"I don't think we have to worry about me getting gang raped, Neil. Besides, the only thing that they want to do to me right now is kill me."
"You don't know that. They could rape you then kill you." I saw a motion out of the corner of my eye, and I looked at Ryan. He was still on the bench but leaned forward, his head in his hands as his body shook with laughter. "Why do you people find her getting raped funny?!"
"Because you two are so unbelievably stupid." Ryan was still laughing, but he didn't say why, thankfully.
"Gee thanks." Neil said sulkily, flopping down on the bed again. When his body hit the hard mattress, he flinched. "Ow." …I could've told him not to do that. I spit on the scrap of shirt slightly, and he opened an eye, holding my wrist so I couldn't touch it to the cut on his forehead. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm cleaning you up, now let go of me."
"With SPIT?" He made a face.
"Do you see anything else?" I managed to touch it to his cut, and though he made a face at first, he let me clean him up. After he felt asleep I smoothed his hair a bit before turning back to Ryan.
"Nothing there. Nothin' whatsoever." I thought he was out of his mind again, but I saw him smirk at me and Neil, and I walked over, flopping down next to him quietly. He fell asleep a few minutes later, and I formed a plan in my head.
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