Okay, I find the few missions before this insanely boring. So, I will skip to my favorite, because it involves fistfights, bomb defusing, and wounds. But, before we get the cliffhangers rolling, I have a few things to say:
emma2679: Yes indeed, Jetpack Guy just loves trouble. Because when he manages to get out of it, he looks awesome. And I cannot comment on any shipping as of this moment. PS: I believe it is Chappie :)
GaryLover77: Glad you like it :) And I warn you, I will take my sweet time :)
Many thank-yous and whatnots to all who reviewed :) To those who did not, I am very very sad *tear* Okay, final note: I am thinking of re-writing a few of the early chapters to conform with the new ones (since my style has changed in the year that this has been up). What do you think?
Okay! Enough of my rambles. I do not own Club Penguin, blah blah blah disclaimer blah...
"… not that I don't enjoy you two being quiet," Jetpack said a few moments later, "but this position is getting really uncomfortable."
"Do you always get sarcastic when you are inured, mon ami?" Memory asked.
"Yup."
"That's kind of sad, with a very annoying aftertaste…"
"Oh will you two just please shut up?" Jezzie groaned, and her foot gave a few inches. Think, think, think! Jetpack… Memory… mountain… snow… a green puffle…
"Jetpack." Jezzie sighed with a shake of her head. "You really irk me sometimes."
"All part of the job." Was his far-too cheery response. Jezzie's brown eyes went down to where she assumed Memory's head was hiding, covered with his loose Blue Team jersey.
"Memory, I have a plan." She said.
"Very good, Jay. I would applaud, but in this situation…"
"It involves letting you go."
He immediately began shouting something in French. Rookie snickered to himself. "Look, Jay, I know you hate me, but this seems to be a bit extreme, oui? So let us just calm down and talk about this rationally." He choked out in a panicked voice.
"Stop being such a priss, Memory. If she has to drop us, she'll drop us." Her heart swelled at Justin's unexpected support. Until she remembered his taught expression while telling Memory off for flirting with her, and she realized that he wanted to see poor, innocent Memory pee his pants as much as she did.
"Justin, if I didn't know you any better, I'd say you were joking." Memory hurriedly patched together with a stuttering chuckle.
"Well you do know me." Justin said, as Jezzie released Memory's ankles from her grip. "And I'm not joking."
Memory shrieked for a full moment and a half until he realized that he was hovering in the air, his arms caught in Jetpack's hands. He sighed dramatically, which displeased his tormentor enough for him to loosen his grip, dropping him a few inches. He clung to Justin like a monkey while they landed, and fell to his knees in the snow.
"Thank Mod! Thankyouthankyouthankyou…" he chanted, and kissed the snow at Rookie's feet. The kid smiled faintly, his face pale. Jezzie made a mental note to keep the life-endangering stunts to a minimum around him, lest he faint from stress.
Her cell phone rang simultaneously along with Jetpack's, Rookie's, and Memory's. Rookie fumbled for his and opened it a moment after Jetpack and Jezzie, while Memory didn't even try, only leaning down to listen in on the ten-year-old's call.
It was G. "I saw your teamwork today, Squad Delta. And you too, Memory- current partner MIA, and Rookie- unassigned, untrained beyond the Academy. I am impressed. For protection, we will be combining several different teams into larger squads, four or five each. I believe that you four will do well together."
"Um, G?" Jezzie tried, invisible fingers crawling over her skin, "How did you know we did well together?"
"I've got a high-powered telescope trained on your position right now. Completely undamaged by the avalanche, by the way."
"Joy." Jetpack said dryly. G chose to overlook it… in a literal and metaphorical sense, peering down at the quartet from the big mountain.
"You all will be joined together into Squad Delta. Rookie will need to be taken out daily, for outside training."
"What am I, am dog?" Rookie mumbled to himself.
"Yup." G replied happily, and hung up on all of them.
"This will not stand!" Memory yelled to anyone that would listen for more than two seconds. Most people only lasted for one. Since they were quickly growing tired of tirades of how evil they were, of how he refused to be partnered with them, of how much he loathed them, Jezzie and Jetpack left him alone for a few days, both taking turns training Rookie, who in turn fell in love with the job of being their shadows.
It was four weeks until they finally crossed in the real world.
Jezzie hadn't been planning on meeting them there; all that she wanted was a little bit of time off. Get a hot chocolate and relax upstairs with a new book, maybe. But no. Instead, after the mug of warm liquid was in her hands, she turned to peer curiously at the bell as the Coffee Shop door opened, revealing an unsmiling young man in a red sweatshirt and shockingly green eyes beneath black hair, and a younger boy in a spinning top and red-rimmed glasses. He immediately saw her and waved.
"Hiya, Jezzie!" she smiled back tiredly and slumped onto a couch. Soon she was joined by Jetpack (coffee, black), and Rookie (hot chocolate, extra marshmallows). Jetpack, even though it was technically his day off, immediately went in PSA business.
"Apparently the avalanche last month was Herbert's doing."
"Big surprise. We doing anything about it?"
"Yeah, G sent out a squad to collect his sidekick. Klutzy. Apparently they had a bit of trouble…"
"I can imagine."
Jetpack shrugged, as if to say yeah, tell me about it. "And then there was the incident with the clock getting screwed up."
"Oh yeah, I remember that. My friend Rory was on the repair crew. Hell of a nice guy, he's all lovesick after that chick who handled the case… what's her name…?"
"Marla." Justin supplied.
"Yeah, her." Jezzie heard a sigh, and peered down at Rookie curiously. "Uh, Rooks? What's up with the face?"
The young agent's expression instantly turned from warm and fuzzy to shocked and slightly confused. "What face?"
"That face." Jezzie poked his freckled nose. "The 'Oh my Mod you're pretty' look. Justin, tell me that you see what I'm seeing."
Jetpack gave a confirming nod. "Who is she?"
"I… uh… I'm not… err…" he fidgeted, and yet he couldn't help but look up, directly at a young girl in a flouncy pink dress and red hair up in two tiny pigtails. As if on cue, she tilted her head back and let loose a tinkling laugh. Rookie's cheeks almost set on fire from the heat of his blush and he couldn't help but let out a whimpered sigh.
Jetpack and Jezzie shared a smile. Their little Rookie was growing up!
Jezzie nudged him. "You should ask her out."
Rookie jumped. "What! No! I can't…"`
"Sure you can. It's easy. Just ask her if she'd like to go get some pizza later." Justin said. "They say yes every time."
"Oh they do, do they? And you have proof of this?" Jezzie snorted over Rookie's head at her partner.
"Believe or not Jezzie, I've had girlfriends before." He replied calmly.
"Do I sense a plural in your voice, Justin? As in more than one?"
"That's generally what using an S at the end of a sentence means, yes." He took a sip from his coffee and looked down at Jezzie's smirk with a sarcastic look of his own. "Have you?"
"Have I what?"
"Have you had more than one boyfriend?" as their banter increased, they had gotten closer and closer until they were only inches apart. Both of them were smiling, completely at ease.
"I don't think that you need to know that." She responded.
"So that's a no." he deduced, leaning back in his seat triumphantly.
"No, I just don't think that you need to… where did Rookie go?" From right beneath them, the young agent had slipped away, leaving his hat and sunglasses behind with his empty mug. They both craned their necks to look at their young apprentice standing with his crush outside of the Gift Shop. They both laughed and went inside.
"That little rascal." Jezzie laughed, and was knocked from her seat as the ground shook. She was helped to her feet by Jetpack, to only get thrown down again as hard jerks of the ground intensified. Something heavy pressed down on the top of her neck, and she felt as though her hair was being yanked out.
"Jezzie!" she dimly heard Justin yelling her name over the roar of the ground and the cracking of ice and wood. Her hot chocolate was staining the arm of her jacket, and by the large dark stain on his hood and the sticky state of his hair, Jetpack's coffee had similarly retaliated. He had stopped yelling her name, but was now crouching over her, trying to shield her from falling bits of debris. Wood pattered down, and the Windows exploded, sending icy drops of glass into the air.
She tried to lift her arms to push him away and tell him to protect himself, but she couldn't move her arms, only feeling a fuzzy numbness. She truly began to panic then, and the final earthquake shifted away. Jetpack lifted her up, cradling her pounding head against his chest, and was shouting for a doctor.
She was shouting too, but not because of her head and the large piece of rock that had hit it, but because, through the shattered windowpane, she could see the top of the Gift Shop, the bottom completely underground.
"ROOKIE!" she screamed one final time before blacking out.
Hello, my name is Illyria Lives, and I am a cliffhanger addict. *crawls into hole of shame*
Much love for all who click that blue button! And even more love if after that, they continue on to Favorite! All of those who do these things will be allowed one question for any character they want! Example-
Illyria Lives: Well, Jetpack, how do you like your coffee?
Jetpack Guy: Black. Sometimes I put hot sauce in it.
Ugh, long Author's Note is long. Sorry, I'm in a writing kind of mood.