A/N- I guess I should tell you all that if something's wrong with these, they aren't beta-read or spell checked... I should get in the habit of doing that, eh?
...Still not mine. But I can bend them to my will!
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Chapter 5-
We were in there a week when I decided to act. It was quarter past three in the morning, and amazingly we were all still awake at the time. I stood up.
"What do you say we get out of here?" I whispered quietly, so I didn't wake or alert anyone. They looked up from their conversation about what happened to Dr. Sid.
"Love to, Jane, but we kind of can't? I'm thinking if I wave my hands it won't work this time." I nearly cringed at the memory as the words escaped his lips.
"We don't need your hands to be waved." I stated, slipping two of my fingers inside my boot and pulling out the key card. I gave them both a 'Shut up and come on' look before either could yell at me. Sticking my arm through the bars, I slipped the card in and swiped it. The door slid open, and we all hurried out, with me in the lead and Ryan in the back. A guard approached us, but didn't even mutter out a "Hey!" before I kicked him in the stomach, leaving him doubled over and gasping for air. Ryan took out one that came after us armed, and we made it out, Ryan fine, Neil slightly battered, and me with a bullet hole in my arm again. It hurt like hell, but it was dark enough for no one to notice as Neil tried to get one of the military vehicles to start. He succeeded, and I hopped into the back, holding my arm so I didn't leave any blood for them to find me with. We stopped a block or two from the motel, dumping the Jeep and walking the rest of the way. As soon as we went in, Neil locked the door, and I walked past them quietly as I headed for the bathroom. They looked at each other, then at me when I stood near the sink, not closing the door. I searched the cabinets for something to cover my wound in and they walked over.
"What's the matter?" Neil asked. I looked up, with a piece of gauze between my teeth as I looked for athletic tape, or something that could hold it. Hell, even Scotch tape would've done.
"She got shot." Ryan said, walking around to my other side and taking my arm. It tingled, then hurt, and I tugged it away. Neil had that 'Oh my God the world is going to end' look on again, and I ignored it, sticking it under the faucet to clean it off. It hurt, but I barely flinched since they were there.
"Jane you sure you don't need stitches for that?"
"Neil, we just broke out of jail. If I head to a hospital now, it'll be all over the news tomorrow, and they'd send me right back. I can deal with it until we figure this out." Ryan decided this would be a nice time to bow out, and headed to the kitchen for something to eat. Neil stayed and helped me bandage my arm even though I had just bit his head off. He took my arm, placing a piece of gauze to it. It hurt as his fingers moved over it, but at the same time, those fingers made it feel better. I looked up at him, and our eyes met, faces about five inches apart. We started to move closer, but at the last minute I looked down. He brushed my arm slightly. "All better." He said, backing up. "You need anything?" You. I thought, hoping he could hear my thoughts. You, you, you. But I shook my head.
"No, I'm fine." I walked out to where Ryan was at the counter, a sandwich in hand.
"Good." He walked in behind me. "Because do you mind telling me what the hell that was?!"
"A bullet wound?" I gave him a 'Are you feeling alright' look.
"I know what that was. What was with you hiding the card while we suffered in there for a week?!" Ryan's chewing slowed slightly, and I looked at him.
"I had to let them think that they had us before I did anything, Neil."
"How do I know they didn't make you weird too in there?" I was rubbing my arm when he said that, and I raised my eyes to meet his.
"You don't. You just have to trust me."
"How can I trust you if you wanted us to rot in there?" He glared at me, and deep inside, I felt guilty and upset. Neil didn't trust me. We had been friends for a long time, close despite my first attempts. And from what Ryan said, we were more than friends. I had denied my feelings for him for a long time, but this hurt. It stung, even. How could he even think I would want to hurt the two of them?
"Neil, she did the right thing." Neil looked at Ryan.
"You too?"
"Neil, if she was on their side they wouldn't have locked her up and shot her." Neil started to try and prove a point, and I walked out of the room. I closed myself in the bedroom and began to change. I even got a little teary despite myself, but I willed it away as I pulled my shirt over my head, wincing slightly at the pain in my arm. I headed back out to the living room, only to find Neil on the couch, biting his lip. The shower was running in the bathroom and the door was locked. I stood in the doorway of the bedroom, my arms crossed in front of my chest. He looked up.
"I'm sorry." I said quietly.
"No… I am… I didn't trust you and I should have." He stood, walking over, his hands shoved in his pockets. I studied his face.
"You're right. You should have. But you didn't and you had reasons. I should've told you." His right hand came out of his pocket and brushed my cheek. My heart jumped in spite of me, but I remained outwardly cool.
"You did the right thing. I just… after what happened to Gray and Aki… I can't let that happen to you." I don't know what did it, but my insides did flutter. Maybe it was what Ryan had said. 'And he loves you.'
"It's not going to happen to me." I said, but my voice came out just above a whisper.
"Good." His voice level matched mine, and I noticed we were drifting towards each other again. This time I didn't pull away, and his lips met mine rather timidly. After I kissed him back instead of slapping him, like the back of my mind was telling me to, he gave me a more mature kiss. And like a fool in love, I returned it. The shower turned off, and I began to stop, only pulling away when the door to the bathroom unlocked. I looked at him, then at Ryan when he came out of the bathroom. Brushing past him, I headed to the kitchen, my mind still foggy with what had just happened. And for some reason, Ryan had some smug smile plastered on.
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...Still not mine. But I can bend them to my will!
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Chapter 5-
We were in there a week when I decided to act. It was quarter past three in the morning, and amazingly we were all still awake at the time. I stood up.
"What do you say we get out of here?" I whispered quietly, so I didn't wake or alert anyone. They looked up from their conversation about what happened to Dr. Sid.
"Love to, Jane, but we kind of can't? I'm thinking if I wave my hands it won't work this time." I nearly cringed at the memory as the words escaped his lips.
"We don't need your hands to be waved." I stated, slipping two of my fingers inside my boot and pulling out the key card. I gave them both a 'Shut up and come on' look before either could yell at me. Sticking my arm through the bars, I slipped the card in and swiped it. The door slid open, and we all hurried out, with me in the lead and Ryan in the back. A guard approached us, but didn't even mutter out a "Hey!" before I kicked him in the stomach, leaving him doubled over and gasping for air. Ryan took out one that came after us armed, and we made it out, Ryan fine, Neil slightly battered, and me with a bullet hole in my arm again. It hurt like hell, but it was dark enough for no one to notice as Neil tried to get one of the military vehicles to start. He succeeded, and I hopped into the back, holding my arm so I didn't leave any blood for them to find me with. We stopped a block or two from the motel, dumping the Jeep and walking the rest of the way. As soon as we went in, Neil locked the door, and I walked past them quietly as I headed for the bathroom. They looked at each other, then at me when I stood near the sink, not closing the door. I searched the cabinets for something to cover my wound in and they walked over.
"What's the matter?" Neil asked. I looked up, with a piece of gauze between my teeth as I looked for athletic tape, or something that could hold it. Hell, even Scotch tape would've done.
"She got shot." Ryan said, walking around to my other side and taking my arm. It tingled, then hurt, and I tugged it away. Neil had that 'Oh my God the world is going to end' look on again, and I ignored it, sticking it under the faucet to clean it off. It hurt, but I barely flinched since they were there.
"Jane you sure you don't need stitches for that?"
"Neil, we just broke out of jail. If I head to a hospital now, it'll be all over the news tomorrow, and they'd send me right back. I can deal with it until we figure this out." Ryan decided this would be a nice time to bow out, and headed to the kitchen for something to eat. Neil stayed and helped me bandage my arm even though I had just bit his head off. He took my arm, placing a piece of gauze to it. It hurt as his fingers moved over it, but at the same time, those fingers made it feel better. I looked up at him, and our eyes met, faces about five inches apart. We started to move closer, but at the last minute I looked down. He brushed my arm slightly. "All better." He said, backing up. "You need anything?" You. I thought, hoping he could hear my thoughts. You, you, you. But I shook my head.
"No, I'm fine." I walked out to where Ryan was at the counter, a sandwich in hand.
"Good." He walked in behind me. "Because do you mind telling me what the hell that was?!"
"A bullet wound?" I gave him a 'Are you feeling alright' look.
"I know what that was. What was with you hiding the card while we suffered in there for a week?!" Ryan's chewing slowed slightly, and I looked at him.
"I had to let them think that they had us before I did anything, Neil."
"How do I know they didn't make you weird too in there?" I was rubbing my arm when he said that, and I raised my eyes to meet his.
"You don't. You just have to trust me."
"How can I trust you if you wanted us to rot in there?" He glared at me, and deep inside, I felt guilty and upset. Neil didn't trust me. We had been friends for a long time, close despite my first attempts. And from what Ryan said, we were more than friends. I had denied my feelings for him for a long time, but this hurt. It stung, even. How could he even think I would want to hurt the two of them?
"Neil, she did the right thing." Neil looked at Ryan.
"You too?"
"Neil, if she was on their side they wouldn't have locked her up and shot her." Neil started to try and prove a point, and I walked out of the room. I closed myself in the bedroom and began to change. I even got a little teary despite myself, but I willed it away as I pulled my shirt over my head, wincing slightly at the pain in my arm. I headed back out to the living room, only to find Neil on the couch, biting his lip. The shower was running in the bathroom and the door was locked. I stood in the doorway of the bedroom, my arms crossed in front of my chest. He looked up.
"I'm sorry." I said quietly.
"No… I am… I didn't trust you and I should have." He stood, walking over, his hands shoved in his pockets. I studied his face.
"You're right. You should have. But you didn't and you had reasons. I should've told you." His right hand came out of his pocket and brushed my cheek. My heart jumped in spite of me, but I remained outwardly cool.
"You did the right thing. I just… after what happened to Gray and Aki… I can't let that happen to you." I don't know what did it, but my insides did flutter. Maybe it was what Ryan had said. 'And he loves you.'
"It's not going to happen to me." I said, but my voice came out just above a whisper.
"Good." His voice level matched mine, and I noticed we were drifting towards each other again. This time I didn't pull away, and his lips met mine rather timidly. After I kissed him back instead of slapping him, like the back of my mind was telling me to, he gave me a more mature kiss. And like a fool in love, I returned it. The shower turned off, and I began to stop, only pulling away when the door to the bathroom unlocked. I looked at him, then at Ryan when he came out of the bathroom. Brushing past him, I headed to the kitchen, my mind still foggy with what had just happened. And for some reason, Ryan had some smug smile plastered on.
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