Shockwave sat alone on the top of a mesa, watching as a meteor streaked through the night sky.
"Shockwave?"
"Over here." She saw the silhouette he made against the horizon and sat down beside him.
"You're cold." He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her,
"But won't you be cold?" she asked, pulling the jacket tight around her.
"I'll be fine." He replied, rolling the wolf totem between his fingers.
"Is that what Spirit gave you?" she asked. Shockwave nodded.
"Can I see it?" she asked. He handed it to her and looked out over the horizon. She examined it carefully in the light of the full moon. "What's your name? Your real name, Shockwave."
He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Because I want to thank the man who saved from being....you know." She replied looking away from him."
"Jason."
"Thank you, Jason." She leaned towards him to kiss his cheek, but as she did, he gently pushed her away. "What's wrong?" she asked, feeling hurt by his rejection.
"It's...never mind." Shockwave stood and turned to leave when something grabbed his wrist.
"Please. Talk to me here. Everyone thinks you are some sort of living emotionless statue. What happened to you?"
Pulling away from her, he continued to walk away. She jerked back on his arm and turned him to face her, then slapped him across the face.
"Talk to me, God damn it!" Jinx released her grip on Shockwave's arm.
"Why do you care?" he snapped.
"Because I hate seeing people suffer. If you won't talk to me, I'll see to it that you talk to Psyche-Out or I'll recommend to Hawk that you not join the team."
"You...fine. But we do this someplace warmer." He relented.
"Agreed."
An hour later the two sat in a small café 36 miles from the base. Once they waitress had taken their orders, Shockwave began.
"I trust this goes no further?" Jinx nodded, so he continued.
"It happened last December. I had been on the SWAT team for two years when a young woman joined the team. Naturally, most of the men didn't like that and since I was the youngest, I was assigned as her partner. I actually preferred working with her; she wasn't a jackass like most of the others. Turns out she could actually kick most of their asses. Anyway, we became close, went to movie and bars together. One day we were on a raid and I somebody hit me from behind and drew a gun. She shot the guy off my back... We got... closer after that."
"Did she have a name?" Jinx asked with a slight smile. Shockwave waited until the waitress left their drinks, then continued.
"Her name was Jean..." he dug the picture out of his pocket and handed it to Jinx. "It was all going well until the final raid together. The mayor and governor had just announced they wanted the Headman out of business, so my team was thrown into action. We finally got some good intel and staged a raid on the Headman's main hideout, a club called Dante's Inferno." He stopped as the waitress sat a plate with a huge burger and fries in front of him and a cheese steak in front of Jinx. Shockwave looked down at his food.
"So what happened?" Jinx asked, pouring some ketchup on her fries. Taking a deep breath, Shockwave continued the story. As he delved into the details of the raid, her eyes grew wide. Finishing, he looked away from her. The shield he'd spent years erecting around his heart was gone, torn away by himself. "For basically a complete stranger, what the hell am I doing?" he thought to himself.
"Jason, are you okay?' Jinx asked in a concerned voice.
" I'll be okay...just need some time." He managed to reply. "I've never told anyone that before."
Jinx looked at him with concern in her eyes, knowing she'd greatly misjudged the man. She helped him out to the Jeep and they drove back to base in complete silence, both thinking where to go from there. Parking the Jeep by one of the huts, the silence was finally broken.
"Thank you, Jinx."
"For?" she asked, take aback...
"Listening to me. But now I have a question for you."
"Yes...." She replied hesitantly.
"What's your name? Your real name?"
"Myckel. Call me Mickey." Smiling as she replied.
"Shockwave?"
"Over here." She saw the silhouette he made against the horizon and sat down beside him.
"You're cold." He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her,
"But won't you be cold?" she asked, pulling the jacket tight around her.
"I'll be fine." He replied, rolling the wolf totem between his fingers.
"Is that what Spirit gave you?" she asked. Shockwave nodded.
"Can I see it?" she asked. He handed it to her and looked out over the horizon. She examined it carefully in the light of the full moon. "What's your name? Your real name, Shockwave."
He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Because I want to thank the man who saved from being....you know." She replied looking away from him."
"Jason."
"Thank you, Jason." She leaned towards him to kiss his cheek, but as she did, he gently pushed her away. "What's wrong?" she asked, feeling hurt by his rejection.
"It's...never mind." Shockwave stood and turned to leave when something grabbed his wrist.
"Please. Talk to me here. Everyone thinks you are some sort of living emotionless statue. What happened to you?"
Pulling away from her, he continued to walk away. She jerked back on his arm and turned him to face her, then slapped him across the face.
"Talk to me, God damn it!" Jinx released her grip on Shockwave's arm.
"Why do you care?" he snapped.
"Because I hate seeing people suffer. If you won't talk to me, I'll see to it that you talk to Psyche-Out or I'll recommend to Hawk that you not join the team."
"You...fine. But we do this someplace warmer." He relented.
"Agreed."
An hour later the two sat in a small café 36 miles from the base. Once they waitress had taken their orders, Shockwave began.
"I trust this goes no further?" Jinx nodded, so he continued.
"It happened last December. I had been on the SWAT team for two years when a young woman joined the team. Naturally, most of the men didn't like that and since I was the youngest, I was assigned as her partner. I actually preferred working with her; she wasn't a jackass like most of the others. Turns out she could actually kick most of their asses. Anyway, we became close, went to movie and bars together. One day we were on a raid and I somebody hit me from behind and drew a gun. She shot the guy off my back... We got... closer after that."
"Did she have a name?" Jinx asked with a slight smile. Shockwave waited until the waitress left their drinks, then continued.
"Her name was Jean..." he dug the picture out of his pocket and handed it to Jinx. "It was all going well until the final raid together. The mayor and governor had just announced they wanted the Headman out of business, so my team was thrown into action. We finally got some good intel and staged a raid on the Headman's main hideout, a club called Dante's Inferno." He stopped as the waitress sat a plate with a huge burger and fries in front of him and a cheese steak in front of Jinx. Shockwave looked down at his food.
"So what happened?" Jinx asked, pouring some ketchup on her fries. Taking a deep breath, Shockwave continued the story. As he delved into the details of the raid, her eyes grew wide. Finishing, he looked away from her. The shield he'd spent years erecting around his heart was gone, torn away by himself. "For basically a complete stranger, what the hell am I doing?" he thought to himself.
"Jason, are you okay?' Jinx asked in a concerned voice.
" I'll be okay...just need some time." He managed to reply. "I've never told anyone that before."
Jinx looked at him with concern in her eyes, knowing she'd greatly misjudged the man. She helped him out to the Jeep and they drove back to base in complete silence, both thinking where to go from there. Parking the Jeep by one of the huts, the silence was finally broken.
"Thank you, Jinx."
"For?" she asked, take aback...
"Listening to me. But now I have a question for you."
"Yes...." She replied hesitantly.
"What's your name? Your real name?"
"Myckel. Call me Mickey." Smiling as she replied.
