Scrambling the Fairies

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Cannon MW2 Characters or MW2 itself. What I do own is Fox other Original Characters (OC's) and the plot for this story.

"Riot, riot, turn off the lights;

We gonna lose our minds tonight.

What's the deal-eo?"

A voice echoed in the seemingly deserted gym with a rhythmic beat of footsteps.

"I love when it's all too much,

5a.m. turn the radio up

Where's the Rock and Roll?"

Training wasn't nearly as bad as everyone was trying to make it sound; she figured they would try to butter up the FNG. She was able to keep up with the majority of the squad the only ones who really had her beat would be Ghost who was meters ahead and Ozone who was but a meter away. Fox was hoping that maybe no one else would notice the other American was in the lead by just a tad, sadly lady luck was not on her side; everyone seemed to have noticed and because of that she was damn sure there would be some sort of competitions going on during the trainings…at least whenever the mile run was included.

Currently she was out at the gym she had finished her food and excused herself from Meat, Royce, and Ozone.

"…So raise you glass if you are wrong,

In all the right ways.

All my underdogs, we will never be,

Never be.

Anything but loud,

And nitty gritty dirty freaks.

Wont you come on and, come on and

Raise Your Glass.

Just come on and, come on and,

Raise Your Glass.

Wont you come on and, come on and,

Raise your glass.

Just come on and, come on and,

Raise Your Glass."

Wanting to clear her mind the female went to the one thing she knew she could do while entrapped in the One four one, exercise. Running came natural to her when she wanted to clear her mind and it was for that very reason why she didn't seem to tire out like most other women her age who either didn't exercise or did all the time. At the time the female was jogging at five speed with the inclement at a mere 2.0 listening to an old Pink song called "Raise your Glass" on repeat. It was at times like this when the female was not focused at all with her surroundings and at most ease.

"Oh shit my glass is empty … that sucks.

So if you're too school for cool, and you're treated like a fool.

You can choose to let it go, we can always- we can always

Party on our own. So raise your- ah fuck.

So raise you glass if you are wrong in all the right ways…"

The female was completely into the song that she hadn't noticed the familiar presence that overheard her singing. She was still running and panting slightly, there was just something about the 2011 song that seemed to make complete sense when talking about the female who was training in the gym. She hadn't been here for more than twenty-four hours and she had already managed to cause all sorts of critical damage to the chain of command within the squad. Royce and Meat, the two trouble makers, happened to come across a female version of themselves who –he wouldn't be surprised- she too would be causing both himself and the rest of the squad issues - once her place was set in stone. Sometimes he couldn't understand how Shepard picked out his men, they always seemed unfit for the job but once thrown into a situation their true colors shone. In a way he was hoping the feisty fox would end up being the same, this could be a change for the better- then again there was always the lingering thought in his mind that the sex deprived men would unintentionally earn themselves a hospital visit.

Snapping back into his own thoughts the man found himself dodging a shoe that was thrown in his general direction. He hadn't even noticed that she had finished both her song and the jog and was slightly annoyed by the whole ordeal he found himself in, for thinking too much of his job. "Oh Captain, a thousand apologies. For a second I thought you were one of those sex crazed animals." Soap chuckled; this was certainly something he would never get tired of. In the last twenty four hours the female had managed to come up with two nick names for his men and all other members of the One four one. Wrapping the towel that was hanging around one of the arm rests of the machine around her neck the female whipped the sweat off her forehead before walking over to the CO. "Another thousand apologies if you were hoping for some sort of flower smell or something. Quite the myth men have come up with."

Curious the captain asked, "Myth?" Throwing her hair up into a high ponytail the female snickered some before sliding next to the captain and bringing her mouth to his ear with a hand covering it like some school girl.

"That Girl's don't sweat." She stepped back and exited the gym, now in the mood for a little wine or something after a nice jog. She hadn't noticed how much time had passed or how far she had run, what she did know was the pain in her legs reminded her that like everyone else here she was just as human as them- and that it felt great to work out. The rec room was pretty much empty aside from Ozone who was sitting at the booth. Shrugging the female made her way over to him, "'sup Ozone?" She had to admit, it was nice talking to another American. She didn't have to explain her 'weird' sense of humor or talking habits. Good thing was that the American didn't seem to mind her, and was one of the few who weren't trying to court her into bed- that was always a plus.

"Heard we have a mission coming up soon." That caught the female's attention, which the male seemed to have noticed. "It's still up in the air, but our squad may be sent out."

"May? From what I heard from you guys, we are sent out on the bullshit suicide missions. That…" She brought her hands up to quote and unquote one of the other members she had heard this from. "Is confirmed to have viable Intel but always had shit in the end." She chuckled a bit; Meat had one hell of a way to express himself…most the time the Canadian swore whenever he had the chance. Whether or not he knew who she was quoting the man seemed to agree with the quote, or at least that is how she rationalized the snickers come from his direction.

"Sometimes I worry about the people you hang out with." Shaking his head finished snickering the man continued, "I 'spose that this one may be as important but not "bull shit suicidal" as Shepard would like to assign to the One four One." Fox shrugged, "We will more than likely know sometime tonight- the General has one hell of a way to wake us up." Fox merely smirked taking her first sip of the red wine. "Wine?"

"As much as I do like running morning training half hung-over, I do try to avoid it when I can."

"To hell with that, with our career we don't know if we will even make it the next day." She cut him off this time.

"So what, your logic is to get wasted whenever you have the time at base? You know I am surprised you guys haven't died of alcohol poisoning." That seemed to have caught the sergeant's attention he stared off as if trying to remember a member actually passing away during one of their "resting times".

"Can't say there has been one while I have been around," He finally replied smiling, "Anyway I should probably be off and get some personal training out of the way, something…" he sniffed her and shook his hand in front of his nose, "You seem to have just gotten finished doing." Bidding each other a farewell Fox found herself in a lone room with walls of liquor around her, in a sense it was heaven to her…or at least it would have been had her mind not wandered.

Bullets flying, that seemed to be the only constant she had back then. It seemed like no matter where the hell they went there was always someone fucking shooting at them. Sure she hadn't been around after the towers were taken down, but she did find herself in the beginning of whatever the hell it was Pakistan had to do with the whole 'terrorist' business. Normally not one to go against orders or even second guess them Specialist Fletcher couldn't help but wonder why the hell it was the Commander in Chief didn't have to have some sort of military experience behind him, hell she would have even taken a college degree if nothing else. It just seemed like every single one of the recent previous ones, Clinton aside, only seemed to screw the country over time and time again.

Then again this could all simply just be the revenge stricken mood her mind was in after her spotter PFC Allen had been taken out a couple weeks ago. She didn't even know how the hell they had ended up in the position they found themselves in. One minute everything was going according to plan- something she should have caught onto, whenever something goes without a problem in the Rangers meant some shit was going to happen- the next thing she knew the building was being stormed by an unidentified squad of men. Allen had sent out call signs over the radio in hopes that they would be some sort of friendlies, the next thing she knew she clearly recognized Russian playing out of the radio. Allen had turned to her giving her one hell ova confused look both of their minds were set on the same thing, "When the hell did the Russians get involved in this?"

Before they could even brainstorm for answers Allen was covered in blood and crying he was hit. Instantly her medical mindset came into play and without a second thought she latched her 50 Cal to her back before dragging him and herself into their fox hole. Luckily the two had set up a couple of claymores in case something went FUBAR in the plan; so long as those didn't go off they were good. If they did, well then some of the enemies were within fifty feet of their vicinity, normally that was all the room the two would need to get the hell out of there if they were without injury- but they did not have that on their side this time. The nineteen year old PFC managed to keep himself quiet as she did her best to get him patched up. The thing was that she hadn't brought all her gear this time around, they were forced to dump the half she was missing ten clicks south at their little 'base camp' .

The second the claymore went off she knew her time was limited and she went to pick up the PFC, she was only greeted with dead weight causing her to stop in her tracks and look over the young teen. He had his whole life in front of him; she had promised him time and time again that she would get him out of here alive. She was forced to leave him, but she hadn't forgotten the paper that he was holding out to her or the dead blue eyes that were staring seemingly deep into her soul.

Shaking her head the female took another sip of the wine; there were ups and downs to drinking. One of the ups –for fox at least- was the reminders of the shit she went through in the past, the downs were of course all the people she couldn't save and the darker memories she locked up in the deep depths of her mind. Letting out a slight sigh the female wasn't even able to bring the cup to her lips before being interrupted by a familiar voice. "Pack your shit FNG, we got a mission." A low growl escaped the females lips this time before she brought the glass to her lips, this last one should do the… Ah Fuck…

"So raise your glass,

For me."

Two hours later…

Flying was never an experience she truly enjoyed; this would be all the more evident if the female hadn't thrown on her visors that dark enough to keep from others being able to make out her eyes. Much like Ghost's just slightly more darker; she found that the simple gear was quite useful with sniping…of course since Meat and Royce were now on her squad there should be little to no reason for her to snipe. Or at least that was what she thought, up until the briefing an hour ago. The two snipers were being sent out on two different missions, leaving her with the sniping for Soap Ghost and Ozone. Something like this wouldn't bother her so much if there was another medic assigned with the ground group. Not wanting to get Soap into any more trouble than he might have already been in the female had kept her mouth shut but the look she gave Ozone told anyone who saw it not to expect that to happen much to more.

"Fox, you in position?" Soap's voice played through her tact-com.

"Quite. Scouting the area as we speak." She didn't know who it was they were after, it was a name that she knew was supposed to ring a bell but didn't. A lot of things that came to combat seemed to do that to the Sergeant, there were a huge grey area in her mind. She felt as if it had just been locked away without her permission, figuring it was her way of coping with some sort of event that may have happened after Allen's death she didn't say anything.

"Keep us informed and watch the back doors." Soaps voice cut off and she knew it could be a while before she would hear it again; haven been given her orders the female as not about to fuck up her first mission. It was another Intel search, the second she had heard that Fox wasn't sure if she should chuckle or snort while in the briefing- luckily she didn't do either Soap didn't give her any time for it. Which she knew was his way of keeping her out of trouble, even with the short amount of time the two had known each other the man seemed to have been able to read her like a book.

With her left eye looking down the scope Fox was surprised to see a lot of the men 'scrambling', confused the female pressed down on her tact-com as she continued to scan the area. "Something is wrong Soap." She replied over the mic as she followed one of the twenty plus tango's running around. "It looks like they are and/or were spooked by something. Da, something scared them I wouldn't try anything right now." The com was quite for a minute or so, something the female did not want to hear. A quite mic could mean a couple of things, the worst being that the ground were under some sort of attack, dead, or captured already.

"Keep us posted, fox." Soap's voice played back sounding like bells to the females ears.

"Will do Foxie out." Taking her finger off of the com the female couldn't help but wonder what the hell was going on. Unintentionally her mind wondered if Shepard had something to do with this. "What the hell has you guys running like chickens with their heads chopped off?" Her red hair was tied back into another one of her high pony-tails that gave Meat the idea to dub her Jeanie. A mistake only made once on his behalf. Cracking her neck Fox concentrated back on the mission at hand, it was quite peculiar especially to a seasoned sniper like herself. There were only one of two things that could be going on down there to have all the men carrying around there weapons and seeming all sorts of paranoid. Pushing her finger down on the tact com Fox was about to report what she believed could be going on, a rush of pain on her left shoulder kept her from doing so.

Ozone

Fox had pretty much had the One four one flip upside down when she had arrived, not only had they lost one of their best medics and would have to pick up a FNG- but she was a woman, and someone who didn't take shit from anyone. Or at least not Meat, not being one to judge too much himself Ozone thought of the FNG more like a sister. Like himself she too was from the United States, or at least that was what Soap had told him- unless the female as a linguist in her past time, she had to be part Italian and Greek of some sort. The way that Latinate and Italian rolled off of her tongue, when she wasn't paying attention of course, was insanely accurate and correct. He knew enough of just about every language to get him buy in this career, and he was sure the John would vouch for him if he brought it up to question.

Currently everyone was pretty much stuck where they stood, or in his case lay, the female had warned them that something was up with the men up and the building they were supposed to be excavating. Other than that he wasn't too sure what was going on, all he did know was that after Ghost and Soap complained about Fox's reliability the captain chose to trust the master Sergeants scouting. Speaking of the most annoying Lieutenant man in the world, Ozone understood that Ghost was not one to trust FNG's but there was just something about the way he was treating Fox that made red alarms go off in his head. On the first night he had stopped her from going into a drunken stupor, something he had never done with any of the other FNG's whenever Meat and Royce dragged them down. Yes, he wasn't completely gone to forget that part…even if he was he didn't think he would forget something so peculiar. He began to think that maybe Ghost actually liked the change, or at least he did for the two seconds before the two got a light squabble.

Shaking his head, Ozone, just accepted the fact that he would never be able to decode the multi-layered Ghost. "Alright Soap, what the hell is going on?" The very said Lieutenant growled. The captain sent the XO a quick glare before turning to click on his mic, he stopped the second a voice rang thought the other side.

"Shit this burns like a bitch—Captain? MacTavish reply, dammit. Get the hell out of there, no don't. I know-…" Ozone was caught off guard not by the swearing but the pain that played through the mic, he could tell that something had happened by just the first sentence in itself. "Dammit I don't have time to bandage-Soap!" What it was that kept the captain from replying he would never know, never in his whole career had the captain not snapped into reality when shit went down like this. Before he could reply to the calls he found himself listening to another voice play through the com link.

"What the hell is going on Fox?" It was Ghost, not a good sign indeed there must have been reason why Soap wasn't replying. The line was dead for a minute or so before it started cutting in and out.

"-ing Sniper, -ta dress-wound, -stings." He could guess what the female was saying and now understood that something was up with her com link, whether she was tapping on and off of it or it was giving out.

"Fox, fix you link. What the hell is going on?"

"Gh-, is that -? FUBAR -is fucking FUB-. - snipers, two-least." Again he could guess what was going on, but now he knew it had to be the link itself it had to have been hit or something. If she was talking through it continuously and everything was fine, they would be hearing her as crystal clear as they were earlier.

"Two snipers?"

"Positive." Finally it seemed that it was clearing up, "Ugh~ Shit that had to have been an intervention with the shell I pulled out. OH SH-! How did-." From the sounds of things something was going down in the fox hole –dubbed by fox herself, "I am not ready to die yet.-." Static played through over the communication links along with sounds he associated with wind blowing in the mic. "- - - my hand. You stronzo." The last word though he didn't know off the top of his head he figured was fox running her mouth at whoever believed they could ambush her. "-Got- packet? What are you doing carrying a packet. Fuck it, Ghost?"

Before the XO could reply Soap cut into the mic, "Fox! Ghost, Ozone! Call in."

"Fox rendezvous with us back at the evac. Soap where the hell were you?" Ghost spat over the link, Fox replied with a quick 'I'll be surprised if I don't bleed out first.' Before her link was cut out and Ghost continued on, "Fox was hit, what kind of piece of shit com links are these?" Choosing to meet up with the FNG Ozone still prone turned one hundred and eighty degrees to head over to the Evac zone. It was more than obvious the area was swarming with enemies, being in no rush to get shot at the moment Ozone chose to keep his prone position and slowly make his way over to the Evac.

Fox

Being hit was not something that she wanted to have happen on her first mission, good news was that she was a medic and she did manage to dress the wound bad news was she couldn't do anything about her broken wrist. "Run to Evac, I don't think so." Still in her foxhole the female pulled her .50 Cal back up to her eye bringing the sight where it was needed, scoping the area Fox was surprised to find most the men out of the building. Bringing her finger back to the com link Fox knew she didn't have much time until she would have to leave. Her wound wasn't critical but the blood lose was something that would eventually catch up to her. "Ghost, if you want to clear the building go now. I am sure I have drawn plenty attention to my position."

"I ordered you to Evac," Ghost's voice spat back causing Fox to flinch slightly.

"Yeah, but you have no idea what you are getting in." Picking up her .50 cal the female made her way to another scouting position. "I am heading out to another spotting position; I am not going to become a liability Ghost. And I am not about to leave my team to dive head first into unknown ground. So kiss my ass and get over it." The forest was quite dense, good news was that with her sensitive ears she would more than likely hear someone else before they would hear her. Another plus side was it made her job of switching position quite easy which she was more than grateful for at the time. With her previous position already compromised Fox grabbed all her claymores and set them up in her surrounding area. That was what little defense she had against the swarming infantry that was hunting her down. "I have a temporary position get your ass in there before I have to make another run for it."

"You heard the girl." Soaps voice played over the mic, first Soap made his way out of the forest the next was Ghost. "Ozone?"

"I am on my way give me five minutes, I have a bit of a… situation going on." Ozone replied.

Snickering to herself Fox watched as both the Captain and XO immerged out of the brush. She knew that it would only be a matter of time before someone either ran through or into her claymores, and she seriously hoped for the later. Thirty or so seconds after the two made themselves known Ozone was out and running fifty or so yards behind them. "Second story is the only part of the house that I can't honestly say is clear. The curtains are closed like they were earlier, so watch out for the stairs boys." If there was one thing fox learned in the rangers, it would have to be that her instinct would keep her alive even if it defied any and all logic.

"Understood." Soap replied over the com for the second time since she had been ambushed.

"It's nice to know the Captain ain't dead…" Fox replied with a light chuckle as she continued to scout the surrounding area. "I really doubt that they would clear home for some little itty bitt- oh shit." Snapping her finger away from the com link Fox tilted her head to the right keeping her eye in the scope while she lowered her profile. Her barrel was still straight and any other sniper who would have done this would have had a hard time to zero in and actually hit the enemy. Well, Fox was anything but "any other sniper", she had actually done this quite a bit in the past- much to all her previous scouter's amazement. "No longer scoping the building boys, I got myself an intervention to find."

"Take 'em out girl." Ozone chirped back bringing a smile to her lips.

There wasn't too much to scope of the area, the brush line was clear or at least she hadn't seen his scope reflect in the sunlight quite yet. Pressing her lips together Fox wasn't about to let this other sniper –who had a bad taste in weapon choice in her point of view- get the best of her. As she let out a sigh her eyes widened, the sniper was not in the brush he was in the building…that or the idiots weren't idiots and were distracting her from the house. "Second story either has a sniper boys or some moron with a mirror, I'm scouting now-" Flinching Fox ignored the urge to turn around and investigate who or what had set off her claymore the red head turned her sights to the second story. "I see me a barrel." The female raised her sights to where the enemy was one hair –as she liked to say- above the cross, with her breath already controlled Fox had no choice but to take a quick shot as a second claymore went off. "Sorry boys but it looks like my little fox hole has been found and I am in no mood to die just quite yet."

"Get the hell out of there Fox." Soap replied she was sure Ghost wasn't going to let her live this one down.

"Already working on that very order Ghost ordered me earlier, Safety and peace be with you brothers." Already down the small hill below her fox hole the red head had already changed to her pistol as she made her way back to evac. "Now let's see how many of these little buggers I can avoid."

Ghost

With fox's position compromised they had no other choice than to clear the building with no scouting what so ever. Soap had just finished mumbling that it wasn't her fault and they could handle themselves when Ozone had raised his thoughts on her situation. Ghost had choice to keep his comments to himself which didn't happen too often, his mind was more focused on the unknown in the building than the FNG the moment she gave them the go ahead. He didn't completely trust the woman quite yet, this was her first mission and not only had her position been compromised but she also ignored a direct order and had mentioned being hit.

Taking his mind off of the FNG Ghost brought his silenced MP5K up as he and Ozone took their respectful positions before Soap kicked the door in to clear the closed room that stood before them. As the familiar sound of gunfire hit his ear Ghost knocked out two of the five men in the room, hitting one square in the forehead and the other over the heart. "Cleared." Ozone piped up as silence filled the room. Scanning the room Ghost didn't spot any obvious intel in the room causing him to frown under the balaclava.

"If this is another one of those suicide missions I am going to-," Soap was the one to cut him off stopping him short of the threat he was about to make on their general's life.

"Intel or not, according to Shepard his resources are legit."

"So we are going to run into these bullshit scenarios and risk our lives because he hasn't gotten the idea that whatever moron he is getting his intel from is a fraud." Ghost had to admit, he couldn't have worded it better himself. Ignoring the comment John made his way out of the room while he brought his hand up to the tact com. With me and Ozone right behind him.

"You said you spotted a sniper before leaving your position is he-."

"He's no threat. Can't say there weren't any others in the room though," Ghost let out an irate sigh the female didn't care who she was talking to. No matter who the person or their position she would cut them off before they finished what they were saying, him included.

"Understood. Wait up at Evac."

"Oh, but I would like to go out and chase the little birdies." Ozone snickered at her remark while he spotted Soap grinning. "Then again, being shot once hurts like a bitch. I think I will just chill here until the Calvary arrives." The three of them were now ascending the steps, John was up front followed by Ozone while he covered the rear. "One more thing you guys," Fox's voice rang into his ear, "I would hurry up, I don't see or hear many people around me. They may be heading back."

"No need to tell us twice." Ozone replied as the three cleared the first room down the hall. Though he hadn't had it happen yet, Ghost couldn't help but come across someone who was actually in the bathroom when they came to clear out their house. The second room looked something like a study, he noted that the computer was missing of course. Well the tower. "Once again we find ourselves in a situation where the enemy seemed to know we were coming."

"Da." Soap exited the room and made his way into the final, as the three prepped themselves to clear Ghost overheard a door slamming shut somewhere downstairs. "Ghost." Without having to be told anything else the balaclava masked crusader made his way over to the stairs. The closer he came to them the louder the voices played, and though he didn't speak much Spanish he knew that the residents were a little more than angered. "Last room is cleared, lets head out."

"Oh joyful, I get to meet up with my favorite people in the world." Fox chirped back, "And look at that the chopper isn't too far."

"Ghost we are exiting through this back window." Nodding, even though he knew no one could see, Ghost peered down the hall once more before hussling over to the master bedroom. "Into the tree and out into the brush." Nodding alongside Ozone John had the sergeant leave first, once he was out the door Ghost was ushered out. "No worries, I got your back." Rolling his eyes as he literally stepped onto the large tree branch that was maybe three feet away from the window Ghost scurried down the limb and over to the trunk. Turning he saw Soap not far behind him, and the room was still clear. Making his way around the trunk Ghost followed Ozone onto a second thick branch and managed his way as far as he could before he too rolled into the brush.

With the sound of the bushes rustling behind him Ghost knew that John was not far behind, "Fox, hold the chopper and give us five." Bringing his fingers down from the tact com Ghost glanced back at John who flashed him a smile before turning forward and shaking his head. If Jon is any example the Scottish are just so damn weird.

Authors Note:

Well here is chapter two… and I updated because the second I finished my assassins chapters Kagirinai happened to have just added this story on his/her alert list. :3

I felt as if I had to update just for you Kagirinai :D

More chapters will be posted later. . . it's one a.m. here…and I should prob. Get to sleep….or at least work on someone shots. :3ussians are just so damn tact com Ghost glanced back at John who flashed him a smile before turning forward and shaki