~Snowcrystal of thunderclan~

The series isn't over yet! We're still missing Jay in that world, aren't we? I agree it is a little sad :(

No! Don't cry! :(

~Silver-Rose Writes~

The ending was pretty sad, wasn't it? :( The situation is complicated, but I am working on a sequel! The only problem is that Jay's actually captured so Bree has to go find him! :D

~Featherflight~

Late reviews are just as good as perfectly timed ones :D I'm going to write out the entire story for that trailer actually, cause it's really good :D

My part is the mustache too! :D I think Cynthia's reaction to the whole mustache thing is hilarious :P

~Mina Harker~

Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

A/N: So My brain's filling up with random drabbles and I need to get rid of them, so here's a splatter of random drabbles I've been thinking about that that have been stealing space in my brain! So here you guys go!

Also! IMPORTANT! I need to know what couples you want to see on the Valentines Special, so far I have Cinderblaze, Hollyleaves, Briarfeather Ivybreeze, Ivyfrost, Sandheart, Leaffeather (as teenagers) and Squirrelclaw scheduled. Are there any more you guys want to see?

Ivory, the Broken Yet Strong, and Fierce

Seven

Ivory scrambled back up, staring at Jacob through determined green eyes, "No!" She spat at him, the seven-year-old was furious, there was no way Jacob was going to even touch her twin sister. Diana was cowering behind her near the wall, whimpering in pain and clutching the welt on her arm from the towel Jacob had snapped at her. Blood trickled from Ivory's mouth from a bit tongue and split lip which was both from the punch she had gotten from the man in front of her, and her back stung viciously from the snapping of the towel she had been given after she had pushed her twin into a corner and huddled around her, protecting her. "You can't hit her!" The seven-year-old snarled, her parents were due home at any minute, and if they didn't get here she had called her 'babysitter' even though she called him her big brother, so he would stop him. "My parents are going to hurt you!" She spat at him, "and if they don't At will!"

Jacob narrowed his eyes at her and picked up the young girl by the front of the shirt, "what did you say?" He growled at her.

Ivory promptly spat blood in his face and flailed her short arms, scratching at his face as well, "You heard me!"

Jacob roared in anger and moved to hit her but he howled when Ivory promptly sank her teeth into one of his knuckles, biting down hard. "Get off!"

Ivory simply growled, continuing to bite down even as Jacob pulled at her shorter ponytail hard, trying to dislodge the little girl's teeth.

Diana scurried into a corner and started bawling, tucking her small body as close to the wall as she could while she watched through fearful eyes as Ivory diverted Jacob's attention from her.

Ivory dug her fingernails into his wrist, biting down with as much pressure as she could, ignoring the pain and the blooming headache she was beginning to get. She could taste blood now and she didn't like the metallic taste, it meant hurt and weakness, something she hated feeling.

The front door abruptly slammed open as Ivory finally let go with a howl when Jacob released her ponytail and got her with the towel again across the back. Atol was revealed, the broad-shouldered teen looked outraged and completely furious.

"What the heck is going on?!" Atol roared, taking care to keep his language clean despite how angry he was.

Ivory's knees buckled as Jacob kicked her in the back and she dropped to the floor, hitting her head in the process and spitting out more blood.

"At help!" Diana cried, her blue eyes full of tears that were trailing down her cheeks and chin, "help! He's hurting Ivy!"

Atol stormed over, stopped next to Jacob and kicked Jacob in the chin, knocking him clean off of his feet and possibly dislocating his jaw, "get out of here!" He snarled at the thinner man and punched him in the nose for good measure,"out!"

"He's staying here," Ivory spluttered through her now nosebleed, "he can't j-just leave."

Atol looked over at the small girl and nodded so he scooped up Diana in one arm and picked up Ivory in the other before glaring heatedly at Jacob and leaving the house, running across the street to his own house.

Ivory's head bounced against his shoulder as she blinked slowly, the fight draining from her body now that she and her sister was safe. Her green eyes drooped, sleep sounded like a good idea…

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Twelve

Ivory's head snapped back so fast she nearly got whiplash and it felt like her teeth rattled.

"Ivory!" Diana exclaimed she was struggling against Jacob who was and had been trying to inject something into the younger twin's arm since he had started having an episode.

Ivory stumbled in a dazed fashion, her vision was spinning even as she stumbled over to Diana and Jacob and managed to snatch the syringe from his before she stumbled away from him, "you can't do that to her," Ivory half slurred, highly dazed and struggling to walk straight after that hit. "She's my baby sister."

"Fine!" Jacob released Diana and tackled Ivory to the ground, "then you'll get it instead!" The syringe clattered out of Ivory's hand and Jacob picked it up.

"Ivory!" Diana yelled, "snap out of it!" She cried, "he's gonna inject you again!"

Ivory was too dazed to respond, she could remember the feeling of her blood being on fire for a few minutes, but beyond that nothing had happened last time, and she couldn't do anything now. "Is kay," Ivory slurred, trying to speak, "is kay Dia." Then she felt the pain as the needle was jabbed into her arm and howled, kicking sluggishly at him as fire engulfed her blood.

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Diana sobbed, why couldn't she do anything to protect her sister like her sister did to her?! Ivory was always the one who suffered from these, she usually escaped with little to no injuries, but Ivory was always beaten up afterward and confused from these chemicals Jacob kept trying to inject into her but Ivory always got in the way.

Atol's arrival was a little late but better than nothing as he barreled in and knocked Jacob off of Ivory and tackled Jacob, punching him over and over again, "how dare you?!"

Diana, on the other hand, scrambled over to her sister who was lying still on the floor, "Ivory?" She whimpered and shook her by the shoulder, "Ivy? Ivy wake up-"

Ivory suddenly started seizing, the preteen's body seized and twitched while white foam tinged red from the blood already in her mouth started foaming at her lips and her green eyes rolled back.

"Atol!" Diana flat out screamed, "Something's wrong with Ivory!"

Atol whirled around and just about had a panic attack, "Call nine-one-one!" He said quickly as he tried to check Ivory's breathing around her seizing.

The girl who Atol had apparently had with him before he arrived gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, her green eyes widening with shock.

Diana clumsily managed to dial and they answered.

"Hello, you have reached the emergency services-"

"My sister's been given some kind of injection and she's having a seizure!" Diana cut the operator off and sobbed, "she's foaming at the mouth and everything!"

"Stay there, help is on the way." The operator said quickly.

:( :(

"...issues, not… if… recover… bad… lungs."

That was what Ivory heard as she started regaining consciousness, able to hear the steady beeping of machines, able to smell the smell of antiseptic and feel the cotton sheets against the skin of her arms. Her body ached, she hurt from head to toe and it felt like she was breathing through an oxygen mask.

"Thanks for telling us," she heard her father sigh, "I know you've done all that you can." She could hear her mother crying into something, probably her father's shirt.

"Thank you," Her sister's voice was raw and more of a sniffle than words.

"Let m-us know if something else can be done," Atol's voice was gruff, "Ivory's an athlete, if she can't breathe even decently it'll kill her main interest."

Ivory felt horror spik her senses, no more sports?! What about her martial arts? Or knife fighting? All of that gone?!

"I will, but the only option I'm aware of is a surgery to repair the tissue of her lungs." The doctor said before he left, "have a good day." The door clicked shut behind him she assumed it was behind him anyway.

Surgery? What the heck happened to me? Ivory's body felt sluggish and achy, it was nearly impossible for her to move, at least for the moment. So instead she mustered up all the strength she could muster and groaned. Weakly. Wow, that was so impressive lungs, thank you for making my sound like a weakly dying cat.

"She's awake!" Diana's voice was ecstatic

(Extra Scene)

"I'm Braxton," the boy greeted her once the nurse had left, a slightly grumpy smile quirking up the corners of his lips.

Ivory nodded, focused on trying to get her legs to work properly with the whole walking thing, "Ivory. What happened to you?" She asked just to keep up the conversation, silence made her uneasy now, it was too easy for something to happen or a loud sound to startle her.

"Car accident, lost feeling but not motion in my legs," Braxton shrugged, he was still on the bench press, doing about sixty pounds per rep.

"Ah," Ivory's tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated on lifting her legs one at a time to slowly walk. It was a long process, she had to remind her chemically fried brain what to do to walk.

"You?" Braxton asked and put the bar down before looking over at the struggling blonde.

"Got an injection that sizzled my lungs and fried by pain receptors." Ivory shrugged before barely managing to catch herself before she fell onto the mat. "Oh, and it fried my brain motion wise, I have to remind it how to walk and stuff."

"Sounds like fun," Braxton said before he continued to bench press, "I can't feel anything and you have trouble with motion, aren't we the perfect pair?"

Ivory barked out a laugh which caused her to start coughing, hacking in the struggle to breathe through her ruined lungs. She dropped to her knees and doubled over in the process.

"You okay over there?" Braxton put down the bar again and sat up on the bench press, looking over at her through emotionally numbed amber eyes. "You sound like your dying."

Ivory spat out a small glob of blood when her coughing easied and grasped onto the bars again, "One of the many perks about having ruined lungs that can't be healed with today's medicine." She grunted and looked back at him, "I'm not dying. Yet." She narrowed her eyes slightly and studied his amber eyes, "you didn't lose your feeling by a car crash, did you?" She asked as she awkwardly hauled her body over to the wheelchair that was just sitting there waiting for her. She nodded toward the scarring on his muscular shoulders, "knife wounds, belt welts, I've seen them before."

Braxton's amber eyes shut down, becoming indifferent as he smoothly slid off the bench press and into his wheelchair, "where?"

Ivory snorted and awkwardly fiddled with the wheelchair, not sure what to do with it. "On myself mainly." She looked up at him in time to see his highly surprised expression. "What? Did you think I was screwing around with chemicals and got too close to one?"

"No," Braxton drawled sarcastically, "I thought a hippo stabbed you."

Ivory pretended to look offended, "ouch, you think so lowly of someone you just met."

Braxton cracked a smirk, "well you're just like me, sarcastic, a victim to people screwing with us," both of their eyes darkened at that, "and good looking."

Ivory blanched, taken completely off guard and her face flushed a bright pink, "Woah, woah, woah, moving a little too fast there Romeo."

Braxton shrugged, "I'm not apologizing, you're one of the only girls I've seen since I got put into this ward. I've driven off the other guys."

Ivory looked at him incredulously, "seriously? You're less scary than the stuffed bear my sister keeps in her bedroom."

Braxton gave her a flat look and Ivory continued.

"Although that thing is missing an eye, needs some more stitching, and wears an eyepatch, pirate hat and parrot, so it's just about as terrifying as clowns."

Braxton smirked again, "ah, clown phobia much?"

Ivory smirked back at him, "I saw that shiver run up your spine, you're scared of clowns too." the blonde smirked as she managed to use the wheelchair correctly and rolled over to him. She then stuck out her hand, "Ivory Franchise, in pys therapy for reteaching my body how to move and react to the rest of the world."

Braxton rolled his eyes, "as I said before, Braxton." he then smirked and shook her hand, "Braxton Crawford, in pys therapy for learning how to move my lower extremities without feeling and bulk up my upper body for life in a wheelchair."

"Oh this is going to be the start of a wonderful," Ivory drew out the last word, "friendship. Don't you think? And no sarcasm."

Braxton shrugged, not bothering to release her hand, "Definitely, glad to meet you Ivory, I'll see you tomorrow at some point."

Cynthia's Knee Surgery Piece

"Leon..." Cynthia slightly slurred from the medications she had running through her system to keep her pain levels at a normal level with the pain in her knee from the surgery. "I wanna kiss…" She mumbled and clumsily bumped her nose against Leon's.

"You need sleep," Leon replied, looking perfectly fine with Cynthia pulling him close like this, "you're high off of these meds Cyndy."

"Nuh uh," Cynthia mumbled and sluggishly lifted her head a little, "I wanna kiss from yoou," she slurred, lifting her head a little more and angling her face closer to his, "I miss just us."

"Cyn, you need sleep, I'll try to be here later okay?" Leon sighed, he understood where she was coming from, they hadn't had much time to themselves since the twins were born with one baby's health issues and

Holly stifled her giggles, this looked highly amusing, to say the least.

"Nooo," Cynthia slurred, "I wanna kiss," she mumbled, her blue eyes fixated on his face.

Leon sighed and pecked her on the lips, "there."

Cynthia pouted, "noo, better one," she mumbled and managed to sloppily kiss him, pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth.

Leon noticed his sister and rolled his eyes, "Cyn, Holly's here to see you."

Cynthia's blue gaze didn't stray from Leon's face, "I wanna a real kiss," she mumbled, her right thumb clumsily brushing along his jaw line, "no birds…" she mumbled.

Leon's gaze flickered to his sister, "Cynthia, please let go."

Cynthia positioned her face closer to his, "then just gimme a good kiss," she mumbled, nuzzling her nose sloppily against his.

Leon's cheeks were going pink and his amber gaze continued to flicker over to Holly, "okay, but you have to let go." He then gave her a short kiss before gently taking her arm and removing it from around his neck trying to get her to let him go now that his sister was here to see Cynthia.

Cynthia complained, mumbling about how he didn't want to kiss her and he didn't love her anymore before she rolled over onto her back with her right arm over her face as she sulked, having wanted a heartfelt kiss from her husband.

Leon seemed to inwardly groan as she did so, grumbling about his moody wife.

"She just wanted a kiss, Leon," Holly chuckled, "what if you leave before she gets that kiss?"

"Shut up," Leon mumbled, his ears going pink, "she will be fine."

Holly rolled her eyes, "you still awake Cindy?" she asked, using the normal nickname.

"Go away," Cynthia mumbled, "Leo doesn't love me no more."

Holly gave Leon a knowing look, "Why's that Cindy?" She asked in a serious tone.

"He won't kiss me right," Cynthia mumbled, "and I don't like birds..."

Army Style. Kinda?

"I heard there's gonna be a canine team deployed to our area," Mike said casually as he, Brendon, Leon, and Braxton all made their way to the mess hall, "anyone has any ideas on who it would be?"

Brendon shook his head, "no, but I'm hoping for a woman, we've only had series upon series' of male canine teams here," he said as he grinned at today's selection of items that he and the rest of his team hadn't seen in a while. The cook at this particular base was amazing.

"What kind of canine team? They'd get taken out within a week if they don't have combat training." Braxton said flatly as he chose a random item to eat since he didn't care all that much.

"True," Mike admitted as he slid into place behind Braxton, "wait, don't you know a canine team Leon?" He said, turning hazel eyes on his squad-mate and field captain.

Leon nodded as he smiled kindly at the cook and let her choose what to give him, "surprise me," he said before addressing Mike, his amber eyes fixed on his squad-mate. "I know a canine unit as they are actually called," he snorted, "she's a very beautiful but dangerous woman and her dog has a bite that I bet could go through steel."

"No way," Mike shook his head, "not possible."

Leon hummed an affirmative as he grinned at the surprise selection, "thanks," he thanked the cook before leading his squad over to a mostly empty table where the rest of their squad was at. "Mornin' soldiers," he teased as he sat down.

"Captain," Ivory greeted from where she was cleaning her firearm, an empty plate in front of her. Ivory was with Mike, Leon, and Brendon as soldier status, they were the four in the field whose jobs were to defend the rest of their squad, or in Leon's case, lead and direct.

"Whatever, it's too early." Jay deadpanned from where he was lazily putting spoonfuls of cereal into his mouth. Jay was the team's field medic, armed with a gun and special technology and healed injuries quickly he kept the team on their feet and supplied them with the needed supplies that he carried on his back inside special lightweight and tiny storage discs.

"Hello, guys!" Bree chirped happily from where she was assembling a few circuits. Bree was a real life genius, with a mind hardwired for numbers, calculations, and reading people, she was whatever their team needed her to be. Which was usually a sniper and recon specialist with special technology and drones along with her 'armored' feline that was trained to sneak around wearing a special camera. The mentioned cat was laying on the floor wearing his special camouflage coat that changed to blend in perfectly with his surroundings. Although the feature seemed to be off right now and he was missing the specially designed mask for his furry and whiskery face and 'boots.'

"Morning," Holly greeted as she paused eating her breakfast, "any orders yet?" She was the team's strategist and diplomat, she received orders straight from the diplomatic side of the organization as well as being a translator with her ability to be a translator and lie detector with Bree's help for hidden cues.

"Well the canine unit should be arriving in the next half hour at the base's entrance," Leon responded swiftly, "our orders are to be at the gates at o'eight-hundred with Lion deployed and Ivory's scope trained on the vehicle to make sure they make it here okay. The handler may be completely geared up and should be wearing a bulletproof vest, but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't be careful with the raids going on around here." He looked at Holly, "what is her information?"

"Well you already know her captain," Holly replied as she took a file from her pack that was sitting on the ground underneath her, "the handler's name is Lieutenant Cynthia Lawson, she's a 'retired' combat officer, went through three years of canine training before she received her dog, whose name is Lila, and was thrown straight into the field where she's been nicknamed the 'Animal Whisperer.' Three years ago her status caught up to her and she and her dog were captured in Vyla where she was freed by her dog that she somehow managed to get out, three months later. She's been in the field with no major issues since." Holly skimmed through the file, "she doesn't have a dominant hand, she's been treated for nerve damage in her left arm and it's rumored she's supposed deaf, something that resulted from being too close to an explosion."

Leon gave a snort that he quickly corrected as Brad strode into the mess hall and everyone stood up, the captains of each team strode over while the other soldiers simply saluted and waited. Leon stood in front of Brad, shoulders straight, posture correct, and with a swift salute.

Brad looked the captains over before he spoke, "all teams have been given orders this morning, has that information been distributed?"

"Yes, sir!" The captains replied swiftly and in sync.

"Those orders will be followed today?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Light squadron," Brad said and looked at Leon, "you will be there to welcome your new squad-mate?"

"Yes, sir," Leon replied swiftly, "by o'eight-hundred, sir."

"Then at ease," Brad said before he strode toward where he could actually get some breakfast.

Everyone relaxed and sat back down, a low buzz of conversation began to fill the room as the captains returned to their squads.

"Cynthia's deaf alright," Leon told his squad as he sat back down, "but she's had these tiny fancy high tech things in her ears that converts the sound to vibration artificially."

"How do you know the Lieutenant Leon?" Mike asked curiously.

Brendon smirked, "is she one of the women you've met on liberty?" He said and lifted one eyebrow.

Leon rolled his eyes, "I met her when we were kids, she was the strange 'Justice brat' in the neighborhood who was usually in the woods goofing off and playing with the wildlife. Beyond that, she was a really popular and cute girl in high school who could and would kick anybody's butt-"

"Basically they were high school sweethearts," Holly cut him off, only daring to because she was his sister and she already knew the story, "but Cynthia's father shipped her off to the Justice Academy the month after she turned nineteen."

Brendon whistled, "wow, I was not expecting that one."

Leon shrugged, "she's a rebel though, doesn't follow rules beyond the standard ones and the set of rules she's had since forever."

Jay smirked, "in high school, they were the mushiest couple ever."

Leon narrowed his eyes as Brendon and Mike snorted, "don't overstep your boundaries soldier," he said a little stiffly to Jay, but Bree came to his rescue.

"Oh really?" Bree said and she leaned closer to Jay, propping her head up on her left arm with her amber eyes fixated on her significant other, "if I remember correctly you were the hopeless geek chasing after the school's shiest student and then the school's resident genius."

Jay frowned when Mike, Brendon, Leon, and even Braxton and Ivory, all at least smirked if not chuckled.

"Bree was darn near perfect in high school so there's not much you can say about her," Leon smirked at his brother, "she was popular, smart, and a social butterfly."

"Whatever," Jay huffed, "I'm beaten, happy?" he asked the question mainly directed at Bree.

"Yep!" Bree giggled and leaned down to rub her cat's soft fur.

Leon glanced at his watch, "let's roll, it's nearing the time of our orders."

:)

"I have a view of the truck," Ivory said of the coms from where she was perched somewhere with her scope trained on the coming truck, "it looks to be going well so far, sir."

"I second that," Bree stated, she was hiding against a wall with an electronic tablet in her hands from which she was watching through Lion's camera as the cat slowly slunk near the truck, pausing every once in a while to ensure that he couldn't be seen. "Cynthia's not visible from the front though captain, sir."

"It's likely she's in the back with her dog, the passenger seat is a highly risky position," Leon told his team from where he was looking through high tech binoculars. "Keep in position, the vehicle is nearing the gate. Holly, are you in position?"

"Yes, sir," Holly replied swiftly, "I'm waiting for the truck to arrive, sir."

"Good, contact in a few seconds," Leon said as he watched the truck slow to a top at the gate and Holly to exchange a conversation with someone in Ruxian before it slowly pulled up to the entrance and stopped.

"Lieutenant Cynthia Lawson," Leon spoke firmly, "I am Commander Leonardo Bramble of the Light Squadron, you have arrived at the base, please step out." He could hear Holly translating it into a different language for the driver's sake behind him.

The back door opened and a woman stepped out of the vehicle after making a soft clicking noise with her tongue, a silent signal to her dog. "Lower your weapon Commander," the women said as she moved out of the way of the car door, "and tell your sniper to stand down," she added as she took off her sunglasses and perched them on the top of her head. The woman's blue eyes were vibrant and dangerous.

Leon made sure to keep his tone in a commander typical style, "Sniper stand down, lower your weapons soldiers." His squad did as he asked, "ma'am, please bring out your dog as well."

Cynthia waited till the weapons were lowered before she agreed, "Lila, heel." A golden retriever looking dog jumped out of the car and stood at Cynthia's feet, it's exotic blue eyes were focused and it seemed to be sniffing for scents and adjusting to its surroundings. "Mia," Cynthia said to the dog and the dog obeyed, sitting down at her feet. Lila had a mini bulletproof vest that covered the dog's torso, a black collar was around its neck, the vest had small pouches along the animal's flanks, and Cynthia had a decently long leash dangling around her neck. Cynthia pulled a decently sized pack out of the car before she shut the door and thanked the driver in Ruxian who pulled away and out the front gate.

"Tell us about your dog Lieutenant," Leon instructed as he began to led the way deeper into the base, "and please leash it."

"Her, Cynthia corrected, "and don't worry, she won't go anywhere unless I say so or let her explore."

Leon simply nodded and gestured for his squad to follow as Cynthia followed him and began to tell his team about her partner.

"My partner is named Lila, she's trained for looking for mines, explosives, drugs, and injured personnel. She can also track scents, tell me if someone is armed and how many weapons they have on them, and attack on command. She can also do random tricks if you ask her too while in the dorms or where ever we go when off duty." Lila was silently trotting at her heels, her tail swishing softly as she trotted alongside her handler.

Leon nodded stiffly, "Can you demonstrate the whole armed thing?"

Cynthia shrugged, "sure, on who?"

Leon pointed to Brendon, "him."

Cynthia nodded and brushed one hand against her dog's head, "Vika," she spoke to Lila and subtly pointed to Brendon, "Yuro?"

Lila looked at Brendon, her black nose flaring slightly as the dog breathed in the scents. Then she pawed at the ground with her left front paw three times with varying lengths of time and twice with her left with a direction, left, then up.

"He's armed with a rifle, and two smaller guns along with two knives, one at his left thigh and the other at his left shoulder," Cynthia replied before she continued walking.

Leon blinked and looked at Brendon who looked mystified but nodded, "that's correct, sir."

Leon nodded, "alright, how?"

"Lila can smell the gunpowder on a gun that's ever been fired and the metal of a knife," Cynthia shrugged, "using that she can pinpoint where the scent comes from. Guns smell like gunpowder, brass, and metal, knives typically smell like steel or silver."

Leon nodded slowly, "ah." Suddenly he stopped as Lila abruptly growled and bared her teeth.

Cynthia froze as well, her right hand going toward a knife at her waist, "what Lila?"

Lila lifted her tail, making it stick straight up as Cynthia grasped the dog's vest around the collar.

"You have a problem," Cynthia said quietly, her voice hushed, "someone inside isn't a member of the Justice."
Leon narrowed his eyes, "can you track him or her?"

Cynthia nodded, "Ragiaru," she said to Lila before she let go of the vest and ducked her head, keeping her head down. She then clicked her tongue and Lila sprang, the dog silently moving at a half run, her tail still straight up. Cynthia silently followed, her footsteps soft and barely audible on the hardwood flooring.

Leon followed behind them, his surprise growing. This was indeed a test, Brad had instructed to have them tested before put out onto the field. Even though he was dying to return to his squad's haven, where he could properly greet Cynthia and Lila.

Lila lowered herself to the ground next to a corner, her blue eyes fixated in front of her.

Cynthia stood above her, making sure to stay in a position where someone wouldn't be able to see them. "Uka," she spoke a moment later as she stepped back, "test complete correct?" She asked as she watched a man walk past them, definitely one of the natives.

Puzzle Pieces of Bree And Jay

(Fight Or Flight World)

Bree's amber eyes held tears but she refused to let Jay see her cry. The twenty-one-year-old bobbed her head and stuffed her hands into her mechanics jumpsuit pockets, her chosen career inside the freedom group. "Okay," she murmured, "I understand." Her throat burned, feeling terrible and confused, not sure what she had done to make Jay do this to her, "friends?" She asked quietly and reluctantly pulled one hand from her pocket before she held it out for him to shake, her voice taking on a slightly distressed hoarse tone.

"Sure," Jay grunted curtly and grasped her extended hand in a handshake, "I'm sorry," he mumbled, "I don't want to hurt you."

Bree shook the tears from her eyes and looked up at him, no doubt the rims of her eyes were turning red from how badly she wanted to cry, but she hoped he wouldn't notice. "It's fine," she said, her voice still a little hoarse, the only give away to her broken heart, "I'll get over it." She smiled at him, forcing a cheerful and happy smile, "I'll see you at Cynthia and Leon's tomorrow right?"

Jay nodded, "yeah if Cynthia's not too nauseous."

Bree beamed at him, forcing a happy laid back expression despite how she wanted to curl up in her tinker shop and bawl till it didn't hurt anymore and she repaired the pieces of her heart. "Say hi to your older brother for me, cause I won't see him or Cynthia till then, I've got some fighter tests and it'll take a while."

Jay nodded, his blue eyes were a little upset as well, but he didn't seem to be able to see how badly the brunette was taking this. "I will." He turned and started to walk away before he turned back around and looked at her, noticing how the sun was beginning to set and how she was softly kicking the backpack at her feet. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice more of a whisper now, "I'm really sorry for hurting you like this."

Bree shrugged, "it's fine, I… I knew it was coming," she admitted quietly, "you like the new cadet Hadara," she shrugged her shoulders at Jay's surprised expression, "I'm more observant than people give me credit for," she laughed, trying her hardest to sound happy and normal. She stuffed her hands deeper into her pockets, feeling them tremble and shake, one of the drawbacks of when her emotions got the best of her. "I was hoping it would happen tomorrow or later," she admitted, "but that didn't happen." She looked down at the ground and toed the backpack at her feet. "Because I-I wanted to show you something."

Jay hesitantly walked back over to her, "what is it?"

Bree's hands shook as she knelt down and pulled a large flat device from the backpack and set it on the ground. "Its… It's a holographic screen," she murmured and turned it on, "it can display messages, and i-it's yours." She picked up the backpack and started walking away, turning her back to him before she could see the message she had designed to be briefly on the screen before it would flicker and leave him with one of the most advanced computers in the world.

I know you like the new cadet Hadara Mason, but I wanted to say somehow I was learning to fall in love with you. I hope you like the computer, this thing can do almost anything computer wise.

~Friends? Breanna Grayas, Technological Genius, and Flight Engineer.

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"J-Jay?" Bree's voice was soft and frightened, which made Jay concerned even though he was currently out on a date with Hadara.

"Bree? What's wrong?" Jay asked, furrowing his eyebrows and turning away from the bowling laned so he could hear her better. "Where are you?"

"My dorm room on base," Bree said, fear was heavy in her voice, "I think someone's following me," she said in a whisper, "I saw the dot of a laser sight earlier…"

Jay ran one hand through his hair, great, his friend had gone insane. "Bree, are you serious?" He groaned, "this isn't one of those times where you tell me about the people you think are following you."

"I swear it's true!" Bree hissed, "Jay you have to listen to me!"

"I have to go Bree, make it quick." Jay snapped, getting irritated.

"N-nevermind! You don't believe me!" Bree's voice was small and scared, "I'm going to send you some files to your computer just in case okay?"

"Fine," Jay grunted, Hadara was looking at him in confusion now, "look, you're fine, send all the files you want I don't care."

"They're encrypted," Bree said, her voice was still soft and quiet then Jay heard the crack of a sniper bullet, shattering glass, a clatter like Bree dropped the phone and a scream.

"Bree!" Jay jolted into a standing position as he heard more gunfire although he heard the sound of Bree's EG Electrical Gun between shots. "What's going on!"

Then he heard footsteps that weren't Bree's and a choking sound like someone was trying to strangle someone and Bree's strangled voice.

"Let me go!" She gasped, "get off!"

He snatched Hadara's phone and called Holly who picked up right away. "Get down to Bree's dorm room! The gunfire is from a shooter aimed at her!"

"Cynthia! Leon!" Holly barked, "Get down to Bree's dorm room!"

Jay paced worriedly as he heard the fight go on before a few moments later he heard someone scrambling for the phone and Bree's voice was barely understandable, it sounded like she had blood in her mouth from something.

"'Ay! It's As't'n!" Bree spluttered, it sounded like she was bleeding from her mouth in general, "it' As't'n!"

The blue-eyed man's face lost all color when he heard the sound of two very loud gunshots one after the other and Bree's blood-curdling scream of pain along with a thump.

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"Move!" Jay shoved people out of the way, running through the halls with his girlfriend Hadara on his tail. His blue eyes were panicked and worried, if he had listened to Bree this wouldn't have happened! "Get out of the way darn it!" He could hear Hadara's voice as she quietly apologized to them all, ever the gentle one. He didn't care about the people surrounding Bree's dorm room he just shoved through them all and stormed through the rope meant to keep people out. Jay's mouth went dry, Bree had been taken from the room already, but the scene itself was horrible. The window was shattered in tiny pieces of glass, her computers were smashed and destroyed, and there was blood all over the floor and part of the walls. The good thing though was that Bree had got her assailant, Ashton Turner lay on the floor with a pool of blood around his stomach, the second gunshot had indeed been Bree's backup and only lethal weapon, a small and deadly pistol.

Hadara gently guided him away from the scene and Jay numbly followed as she led the way down the hall to the medical area where Bree was.

"Jay!" Holly looked breathless as she rushed over to them, "She's going to live," she said quickly, "she got shot in the back-"

"What's the drawback?" Jay asked as Cynthia and Leon arrived as well.

"Bree's paralyzed," Cynthia said softly, the pregnant pilot had blood on her arms like she had been helping Bree, "The bullet tore through most of her spinal cord and shattered two of her vertebrae."

Jay stared at them, "I could've stopped this," he whispered, "I could've saved her…"

It Will Never Be the Same Again

"Skylar no!" Cynthia's shout was a scream as the black haired teen raced toward where the debris was about to fall onto Skylar.

"Mom no!" Jay shot toward his mother but Bree seized him around the waist, pulling him back with a yell of her own.

"Jay you can't!"

Cynthia was struggling to pull Skylar away from the creaking ceiling and snapping wood, her blue eyes panicked and worried. "Come on!"

"Cynthia go!" Skylar coughed, blood bubbling at her lips, "go!" she rasped and shoved Cynthia back just as the last beam broke.

Cynthia stumbled backward before she lunged, "Skylar!" With a vicious crash, the ceiling caved in on top of Skylar and Cynthia screamed, her left arm was caught in the debris.

Holly was frozen, staring in shock at the pile of debris that had caved in on her mother.

Meanwhile, Bree struggled to contain Jay. "Let me go, Breanna!" Jay howled, struggling against his friend's grasp.

"You can't save her Jay! You know that!" Bree shot back, struggling to hold him back and keep him from undigging his mother. By pushing him behind her and digging her heels into the ground, preventing him from running off.

Jay struggled harder and he managed to grab the pistol holstered to his friend's thigh, "Let me go!" he shouted, fumbling slightly with the pistol.

"Jay stop it!" Bree struggled to stop him, "Don't do something-" She was cut off by the sound of a gun and all color from her face draining. "Stupid," she finished in a raspy tone before her bright amber eyes rolled back and she fell face first to the floor, blood quickly soaking the back of her shirt and pooling around her.

"I hate you Breanna!" Jay sobbed as he threw down the gun and raced toward the pile, pulling harshly on a large chunk of rubble, causing Cynthia to scream and thrash as he pulled the rubble and caused pain to flood her arm.

Blood trickled from Bree's mouth as she laid there on the floor in a half-conscious state, her lower back and legs numb and unfeeling. Jay had shot her, Bree would never be the same again.

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"Bree! Cynthia! Holly!" Bracken's voice woke all three women, "it's time to wake up! You three have a simulation in one hour!"

Holly got up from her green-themed bed, her green eyes sharp and alert, "Roger Bracken," she responded to him, alerting him that she and the other two were awake and alert now.

Bree however just laid there in her bed, her amber eyes open and staring at the ceiling, the amber depths showed nothing in relations to her mood besides a permanent impassiveness that hadn't wavered in a year and a half.

Cynthia on the other hand groaned but sat up, her left arm dangling uselessly at her side, her fingers curled mindlessly into a half fist. "StarClan, would it kill them to let us sleep in every once in a while?" She asked as she stretched her right arm over her head while her right arm just twitched and remained in its position.

Bree sat up and pushed the blankets off before she silently vanished into the bathroom. She wasn't called Breeze for no reason, over the past year and a half she had adopted a silent movement style, she made no noise on her own, ever.

Holly sighed and ran one hand through her black hair before she walked over to a desk and tossed a piece of technology to Cynthia along with a sling. "Let's get going we should eat before the simulation."

Cynthia snorted, "it's more like a test." She said bluntly as she took both the long device and the sling.

As Holly gathered the gear they would need and Bree was changing, Cynthia was working with the technology. The piece of technology was a special exoskeleton sleeve like thing for her right arm that allowed her to use it properly. The device was weird due to the fact that Cynthia had had to get a few surgeries done on her arm, shoulder, and the base of her neck that allowed the device to essentially plug into her shoulder and nerve system. Cynthia clasped all of the parts together onto her arm before she made a face at the pair of cords she had to plug in. "StarClan," she groaned as she finished the setup besides the cords, "I hate this thing."

"I don't blame you," Holly sighed as she put the gear the three of them would need on Cynthia's bed, "I wouldn't like having to plug something into my skin either."

"At Least you can take it off," Bree's quiet voice alerted the two women of her reappearance in a black long sleeve shirt, pants, combat boots, and black leather jacket with a tiny wind symbol on the front, her personal insignia. "I can't take the one off in my spine."

Holly looked briefly thoughtful even as guilt flickered across her green eyes, "true… still, I'm just glad I don't have either of those."

Cynthia yanked down the sleeve to the short sleeve shirt she was wearing, no visible traces of the sleeve's plug in at the base of her neck besides the tiny amount of silver poking out above the neckline of the shirt to the left. "Mine hurts though," she sighed, "my arm hurts while it's on and I get a massive migraine."

Bree nodded, "I know. I get pins and needles in my legs at night." After Jay had shot her after Skylar's death, she had to get a surgery done to repair her spine, which mean she had to have an experimental technology inputted to keep her in the field.

Cynthia looked at her left arm which was just a millimeter thicker and was now completely silver with the insignia of a tiny blue blade at the shoulder. "It does look cool though."

Holly smiled and even Bree cracked a tiny smile at Holly's comment, "Leon's words?"

Cynthia smiled sheepishly, Leon was both Holly's older brother -their combat teacher who was only a year older than Bree and Holly, Cynthia's age- and Cynthia's secret boyfriend, even if she and Leon never actually said the particular titles. "How'd you know?"

Holly sniggered, "because he's a pain in the butt and because he says everything about that thing is cool."

"Leon's also been prodding and poking it since you got it a year ago." Bree pointed out, her voice still flat and unresponsive.
Cynthia nodded slowly as Holly went into the bathroom, "true…" she trailed off as Holly left before she looked Bree in the eye, studying her withdrawn friend, "you doing okay today?" She asked quietly.

Bree shrugged, "sorta. I had the dream again, but I'm fine." Both women knew what dream she was referring to, the dream of the memory of Skylar's death, that even never left either of them, for different reasons. Cynthia lost the ability to naturally move her arm, and Bree lost her trust in nearly everyone, her ability to walk -which was quickly rectified- and her ability to show what she was feeling. Bree was numb to the world now, and Cynthia knew it.

Cynthia gave her an empathic look, Cynthia was the same way although not as strongly as Bree, she had a healthy and thriving relationship to help teach her how the world needed to see what she felt at times. "Just focus on Bracken's promise alright? We'll be free from everything for a few weeks, just the three of us without any responsibilities and anyone's expectations."

Bree shrugged, "yeah but Jay's coming with us." That in of itself explained why she wasn't excited to go. After 'the incident' she had lost all of her trust in Jay and had made it her mission to stay out of his life as much as possible, outside the field missions, classes, and simulations, she melted into the background like a shadow in regards to him, never allowing herself to get close enough to him for him to touch no less melt the ice walls she had built up over her heart over the past year and a half. She couldn't trust him anymore, so she did her best to keep herself in the background, even if deep down hidden behind the broken heart of the brunette who had once been the most excitable and loving person around, was the strong feelings she harbored for him, which had made his betrayal in her eyes even worse.

Cynthia sighed, "that's true, he is coming with us." Her striking sapphire blue gaze drifted to the door, her nicknamed 'sixth sense' kicking in as someone probably walked past the door. "But Holly and I'll help you keep away from him if you'd like."

Bree shook her head as she perched on the bed beside Cynthia, the only sound of her movements was a very faint rustling of the blankets as she settled her weight, "no, you and Holly need to enjoy yourselves too."

"I want to make sure you enjoy yourself too Bree," Cynthia told her friend as she handed her her taser gloves, a pair of gloves that had the capabilities of sending a powerful shock through someone strong enough that it could potentially stop their heart. "I can enjoy myself whenever I'm with Leon," she leaned over toward her in a show of concern, "you can't do that. So you deserve some time to relax and get out of your maximum security prison of a shell." she joked slightly at the end.

Bree gave a very light snort of amusement, as close to a laugh as she could get. "Alright, "I'll try to enjoy myself too when we're at Bracken's cabin." Then the traces of a smirk crossed her lightly freckled face. "Oh, and do you mean you enjoy yourself like when you sneak into Leon's classroom?"

Cynthia blushed faintly, "I have no idea what you're talking about." She said with an air of innocence.

Bree's smirk became a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, "Really? What about the time when I went into the classroom to ask Leon a question about a maneuver that I couldn't do well-"

Cynthia blushed harder, "yes!" She squawked, quickly cutting Bree off in a hurry, "I enjoy myself when I'm with Leon okay! Did you have to mention that particular incident? Great StarClan that was embarrassing!" She complained and leaned back into her original position.

Bree shrugged, her expression melting back to impassive, although Cynthia could tell she was feeling a tiny bit amused. "You think it was embarrassing for you? Talk to the one who had to witness her squadmate snogging their freakin teacher," she replied flatly.

Cynthia blushed harder at the British and American slang, "Excuse me, I'm the one who was doing the actual kissing! And if you recall I'm also the one who jerked backward at the sound of your voice and fell off a desk."

Bree gave another light snort of amusement, "okay that was funny, you looked like a startled rabbit, with a heat flushed face and a bright blush."

Cynthia huffed, "can we stop talking about this? This is so embarrassing…" she moaned, slumping her shoulders in emphasis.

"What's embarrassing?" Holly asked curiously as she entered the room and saw Cynthia's fading blush.

"Just the time I caught Cynthia kissing Leon in his classroom," Bree shrugged flatly, "it was odd."

Cynthia covered her face with her hands, "can we please stop talking about it!" Her voice had already raised an octave.

Holly smirked, "no way, I haven't heard about this particular incident it seems."

Cynthia jumped to her feet and bolted for the bathroom, slamming the door in the process.

Holly laughed, it was always fun teasing Cynthia about her and Leon's secret relationship.