Chapter 2
Fiona slowly came conscious and carefully opened her eyes, expecting to see herself in one of their quadrants rooms but instead found herself lying on a hard wooden floor within an old looking cell.
"What the hell?" She asked herself blinking a few times and very slowly sitting up. Quickly her hands went to her pants to grab the radio, it wasn't there. Almost immediately she reached for her gun, it wasn't there. Then her hand went to her neck and she was a little relieved that her tags were still there.
"Looking for these?" A smooth voice said from the corner of room and Fiona squinted in the dim light to see a dark man with dreadlocks, eyeliner and a braided goatee step out of the shadows holding her bag and radio.
Almost immediately Fiona's fears were washed away and she began to laugh.
Jack raised an eyebrow at the woman and came closer to the cell. "May I ask what's so amusing?"
Fiona just took another look at him and began to laugh even harder. "Oh lord you had me going for a second," She said holding her head as her laughter subsided. She was getting an immense headache from the gash on her forehead and laughing only made it worse.
"Come again?" He asked thoroughly confused at why she had laughed and was leaning on the iron gate.
"Can I have my bag please?" She asked blinking hard as her head began to spin. "Why?" Jack asked curiously gripping it firmer.
"Because I need to clean off my forehead that's why," She told him beginning to become a little irritated with him.
"What's your name?" He asked trying to find something out about her and her strange possessions.
"I'm Sergeant Hailon, Medic for chalk six of the United States Army Rangers okay?" She said looking up at him and trying hard not to laugh, but she had a large smile on her face.
"Your first names Hailon?" Jack asked not understanding all the other junk after that.
"No, my first names Fiona," She said closing her eyes tightly so the room wouldn't spin.
"Than why didn't you say so?" He wondered setting the bag and black box down. "Because no one calls me Fiona, now can I please have my bag?" She asked as her head began to throb.
Jack thought for a moment, he'd known some odd ones in his life, himself being one of them. But never one who'd talked like that. She didn't have the normal figure or appearance of a woman either, but there was no questioning her gender.
"Your not a mercenary are you?" He asked looking hard at her. Fiona shot him a look and he thought again. "Reformed whore?" Again he got another icy glare. "No, hmm," He thought again.
"I'm a medic," She told him with a sigh deciding to begin from the top with him. Even though he looked exactly like the picture of Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Caribbean that her sister sent her, after all he did have something that she wanted.
"Now what's that?" He asked curious at the new word. "I'm a partial soldier, meaning I still fight, but I'm also a doctor. Only I'm there at the battle to help immediately when there's no hospitals." She tried to explain.
Jack understood what she was trying to explain, but that left another problem. "Your part of the British Royal Navy are you now?" He asked not knowing of any other military groups around.
"British Navy? No! I'm for the US," She said taking a deep breath and calming herself down. It was like playing twenty questions with her six- year-old niece.
"And what's the US?" He asked deciding to sit on the floor, knowing that it was going to take a while.
"The United States of America," She said disbelievingly.
"And where's that?"
"Above Mexico and below Canada,"
Jack thought for a second, he'd heard of the America's before but he didn't know they had an army.
Fiona stared at him her mouth gaping at the thoughtful expression on his face. This guy knew how to play stupid quite well.
"You sure missed your calling," She told him shaking her head.
Jack frowned and motioned for her to continue.
"You should have been an actor," She said very slowly.
"Why? I quite enjoy being a pirate,"
Fiona looked at him and moved over closer to him. "What?"
"I enjoy being a pirate," He repeated saying each word slowly, mimicking her.
"Oh my God," She said just then realizing that the floor beneath her was swaying and his clothes looked very out of date.
"What year is it?" She asked trying to dismiss what her mind was concocting.
"What?" He asked completely baffled at the stupidity of her question.
"Okay tell me this," She said scooting closer to him and gripping the bars. "Do you know what that is?" She asked pointing to her radio.
Jack looked at the box and back at her. "That's just what I was going to ask you," He said with a grin.
Fiona looked hard at him for a moment, trying to judge wither or not he was telling the truth or not.
Jack's eyes narrowed as she leaned back on the floor and closed her eyes. "Oh God this isn't happening," He heard her mumble over and over again.
'Now what the hell is she talking about?' He wondered watching as she began to hit the back of her head on the floor.
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Fiona slowly came conscious and carefully opened her eyes, expecting to see herself in one of their quadrants rooms but instead found herself lying on a hard wooden floor within an old looking cell.
"What the hell?" She asked herself blinking a few times and very slowly sitting up. Quickly her hands went to her pants to grab the radio, it wasn't there. Almost immediately she reached for her gun, it wasn't there. Then her hand went to her neck and she was a little relieved that her tags were still there.
"Looking for these?" A smooth voice said from the corner of room and Fiona squinted in the dim light to see a dark man with dreadlocks, eyeliner and a braided goatee step out of the shadows holding her bag and radio.
Almost immediately Fiona's fears were washed away and she began to laugh.
Jack raised an eyebrow at the woman and came closer to the cell. "May I ask what's so amusing?"
Fiona just took another look at him and began to laugh even harder. "Oh lord you had me going for a second," She said holding her head as her laughter subsided. She was getting an immense headache from the gash on her forehead and laughing only made it worse.
"Come again?" He asked thoroughly confused at why she had laughed and was leaning on the iron gate.
"Can I have my bag please?" She asked blinking hard as her head began to spin. "Why?" Jack asked curiously gripping it firmer.
"Because I need to clean off my forehead that's why," She told him beginning to become a little irritated with him.
"What's your name?" He asked trying to find something out about her and her strange possessions.
"I'm Sergeant Hailon, Medic for chalk six of the United States Army Rangers okay?" She said looking up at him and trying hard not to laugh, but she had a large smile on her face.
"Your first names Hailon?" Jack asked not understanding all the other junk after that.
"No, my first names Fiona," She said closing her eyes tightly so the room wouldn't spin.
"Than why didn't you say so?" He wondered setting the bag and black box down. "Because no one calls me Fiona, now can I please have my bag?" She asked as her head began to throb.
Jack thought for a moment, he'd known some odd ones in his life, himself being one of them. But never one who'd talked like that. She didn't have the normal figure or appearance of a woman either, but there was no questioning her gender.
"Your not a mercenary are you?" He asked looking hard at her. Fiona shot him a look and he thought again. "Reformed whore?" Again he got another icy glare. "No, hmm," He thought again.
"I'm a medic," She told him with a sigh deciding to begin from the top with him. Even though he looked exactly like the picture of Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Caribbean that her sister sent her, after all he did have something that she wanted.
"Now what's that?" He asked curious at the new word. "I'm a partial soldier, meaning I still fight, but I'm also a doctor. Only I'm there at the battle to help immediately when there's no hospitals." She tried to explain.
Jack understood what she was trying to explain, but that left another problem. "Your part of the British Royal Navy are you now?" He asked not knowing of any other military groups around.
"British Navy? No! I'm for the US," She said taking a deep breath and calming herself down. It was like playing twenty questions with her six- year-old niece.
"And what's the US?" He asked deciding to sit on the floor, knowing that it was going to take a while.
"The United States of America," She said disbelievingly.
"And where's that?"
"Above Mexico and below Canada,"
Jack thought for a second, he'd heard of the America's before but he didn't know they had an army.
Fiona stared at him her mouth gaping at the thoughtful expression on his face. This guy knew how to play stupid quite well.
"You sure missed your calling," She told him shaking her head.
Jack frowned and motioned for her to continue.
"You should have been an actor," She said very slowly.
"Why? I quite enjoy being a pirate,"
Fiona looked at him and moved over closer to him. "What?"
"I enjoy being a pirate," He repeated saying each word slowly, mimicking her.
"Oh my God," She said just then realizing that the floor beneath her was swaying and his clothes looked very out of date.
"What year is it?" She asked trying to dismiss what her mind was concocting.
"What?" He asked completely baffled at the stupidity of her question.
"Okay tell me this," She said scooting closer to him and gripping the bars. "Do you know what that is?" She asked pointing to her radio.
Jack looked at the box and back at her. "That's just what I was going to ask you," He said with a grin.
Fiona looked hard at him for a moment, trying to judge wither or not he was telling the truth or not.
Jack's eyes narrowed as she leaned back on the floor and closed her eyes. "Oh God this isn't happening," He heard her mumble over and over again.
'Now what the hell is she talking about?' He wondered watching as she began to hit the back of her head on the floor.
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