Yay another chapter! After I FINALLY finished the movie all the way! Yeah, this wasn't based off the movie 100 percent. Mainly the cartoons and comics I grew up with but threw everything thing in there…yeah. But thanks for all the reviews and love!

Blackrosewitch1996 – my thoughts exactly ;)

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Two Weeks Later:

"Die! Die! Die!" Ripcord yelled as he tapped the firing button over and over as he tried to protect Duke from A.J—newly re-named Rebel—in the video game.

"You know, telling me to die; won't make me die faster." She remarked simply as her character popped up behind Ripcord's and knocked him out. Without wasting time, she spun the joy-stick so her character summer-saluted by Duke's and put a gun to his head.

"Mission; Completed!" The rumbling voice of the narrator spoke over the scoffs and aggregated growls of the boys as Rebel leaned back in the couch. She smiled triumphantly to herself.

"Again. My visual was off that time." Duke scrapped the oldest excuse in the book out of hiding. Rebel shrugged and leaned forward once more, controller ready. She sat in the same pose as the guys; leaned forward, elbows on knees, feet apart in a mute dominate pose. Ripcord was first player controller so he pressed 'start' and the games began again. Literally. Just as the game was getting intense, an exasperated Lady T walked in. Rebel leaned over and pressed pause on Ripcord's controller.

"Hey, why the long face?" She asked as her friend collapsed into a nearby chair.

"When life gives you lemons, make lemon aid." Lady T said with sadness tinting every word. That was code for 'I'm still not approved for missions'. Rebel pulled her feet under her and everybody looked up at her standing on the couch.

"When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade! Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons! What the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Layleen Turner lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the woman whose gonna burn your house down - with the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineer buddy to invent a combustible lemon that'll burn your house down!" Rebel shouted making everybody crack up. If it was one thing she could do, it was lighten a mood.

"Speaking of which, has anybody seen Tap lately?" Lady T asked once the laughing died down.

"Or Nightshade for that matter?" Duke joined in.

"Snake Eyes vanished. Haven't seen him all day." Rebel added to the question quest.

"You should know, you've been hanging around with him a lot lately." Lady T gave a lop-sided smirk and crossed her arms.

"I've been hanging with everyone. You know people are my deal." Rebel smiled as she dropped down onto the couch on her butt. "Along with sarcasm and shit." She smiled before standing up and walking over to Lady T. Without warning she lifted her up and swung her over her shoulder as if she were wounded.

Odd for some, not for these two. If one was too tired to walk the path of life, the other would carry them. Symbolic and literal at the same time. Lady T opened the door for them as the exited the room.

"Where are we going?" Lady T asked, her slight depression returning.

"To find those who are missing." Rebel answered simply before waving at a few staring people.

"You've gotta fix everything, don't you?" Lady T felt Rebel nod. "Ever just thought about yourself for a second?" She asked.

"That's all I did for these last five years. Well, four actually. I got a little paranoid there at the end and kept running for place to place. I always was a pack animal." Rebel said plainly as if it was nothing.

"Jasminer, what did happen with you?" Lady T asked, her voice taking on the unfamiliar motherly tone. Rebel slowed her walking at the sound of the name her mother gave her. The past was meant to be where it was, behind us. It fuels us on our future; we must know where we came from to see where we're going. That meant a lot of things for A.J.

A.J was born to a Japanese immigrant and a woman powerful to a society. Her mother was one of the heads of the Brotherhood and tried to change it as she saw the corruption creeping in. When A.J was seven her mother was killed by an assassin from the Brotherhood and she lived four more years with her dear father before the Brotherhood claimed her.

After that the only thing that existed was the Brotherhood for her. With-in the first year she saw the corruption of it as it had grown into a twisted, controlling cult. It preyed on orphans and single parents, those who could be controlled with their small possessions with a promise of safety. Once she was six-teen she rebelled enough that the Brotherhood released her—practically dropped her—from their titles. She tried to take Nightshade with her, but she had her own reasons to stay in the hell.

One year on the streets before finding a job at a massage spa where her presser point training from the Brotherhood came in handy. She found herself with enough money to go to enroll in Auburn Alabama College and if the job kept up; stay there. She met Layleen, Lady T, in advanced physicist. They found themselves soon being close friends and splitting rent on an apartment. A.J met Wayne Sneeds—Beach Head—on the streets one day when she found herself lost. They kept in small contact before losing each other.

Lady T informed her of the Army where she wished to join and introduced A.J to her future career in the Air Force. After so many collage classes and reading the entire library, A.J and Layleen found themselves parting at the recruiter's office. After blowing everybody's mind, A.J found herself at nine-teen years old and in the top black ops branch in the world; that was if it 'actually existed'. She reunited with Beach Head and Lady T once there, and met three new people; Nikkam 'Tap' and Srgnt. Flood who turned out to be a 'survivor' of the Brotherhood as well. And a handsome artillery tech. named Adrian James Wess who was also called A.J, but they called him James instead. She and Adrian had hit it off quickly and everybody could see that the two were going to be more than friends as they shared the same humor, the same lovable personality and they ability to make anyone smile. And they were right, after the first year; James told everybody he was going to propose to her after this mission so they would have sometimes alone maybe and no one was going to screw it up for him like pretty much the rest of his life had been.

But during the mission, a bomb was unknowingly placed near A.J's fail-safe explosives. When the terrorist set the bomb off, it killed James and severely injured A.J. When she woke from her mini-coma, the first thing she wanted to see something that had already been buried. James. They gave her a bunch of the photos Lady T and Tap had taken of them, and everybody else while she recovered and A.J put them in the leather of James' favorite jacket to keep.

A.J blamed herself for the explosion since the explosion was far too coincidental. They discharged her to recover from her injuries. But she had no family to care for her, the only family was the one in the Pit. And the one she had killed. A.J went back to college with the money that was supposed to be used for medical treatment from the government and studied anything that sounded interesting. The first two years were perfectly fine and A.J recovered both mentally and physically; becoming a bush pilot in the Australian outback, then in the wilds of Africa, Japan, China and many more exciting places as she delivered food, mail and such to the people. But when news of a terrorist was spreading in the last year, panic rose and A.J ducked out of sheer paranoia and continued a trail of running. Her mind wasn't straight at all, she was scared and alone. So alone. Then, she was back at the Pit. The greatest thing that ever happened to her. A.J still had the jacket leather wrapped picture stack, with just a ton more of pictures added of course.

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Rebel had just told about her last five years to Lady T before they noticed Nightshade and Storm Shadow training through the glass off the wall. Nightshade had been knocked down again on her butt and Storm Shadow held out an irritant hand for her. She had taken it before flashing an evil grin and pulling him down. He looked up to growl something at her when they had that strange moment of eye contact. It lasted a second before it broken and Nightshade shoved him off calling him an ass.

Lady T and Rebel looked at each other before breaking into awkward giddy grins.

"See I told you!" Rebel laughed.

"Shut up, she'll here you and then kill you in your sleep!" Lady T covered her mouth as they hurried on.

After a few more minutes they found Tap has been put in a 'classified' area where she is tracking the Witch Doctor's trace. They lost time when they started looking for Snake Eyes. Which half way through became the excuse to knock on people's room doors.

"I'm tired." Lady T groaned.

"Why? I'm the one who's been carrying you the whole time!" Rebel protested her whining as she finally slid her off her shoulders.

"Yeah but still. We've bee- Hey! You aren't wearing your necklace!" Lady T pointed out. Rebel sighed in aggregation; every time she didn't wear her necklace, something bad happened! Just as she was thinking this, a tap on the shoulder made her turn on her heel.

She turned to face Snake Eyes as he held up the beloved necklace. Her face lit up in joy when she saw the three pendants dangling down.

"You found it!" She exclaimed. "Where was it?"

"I found it in the training room this morning. I looked for you but couldn't find you, so I was headed to hang it on your door." He signed to her, leaving Lady T in the dust. He moved it closer to her, sensing that even though she was comfortable, she had enough respect for him not to just reach up and grab it. She took it and pulled it over her head, hanging it in its rightful place.

"Thanks, Snake Eyes." She smiled at him to show her thanks, she would have hugged him; but that might not be a great idea. But then again, bad decisions make good stories. And she was all about a good story.

'Maybe having to return that necklace a few more times wouldn't be so bad.' He thought suppressing his own smile. They just stood there in their own place while watched from the outside in.

'So A.J wants to play match-maker with Storm Shadow and Nightshade. I guess I'll play a little myself.' She mentally smiled. 'But then again, A.J was born on Valentine's Day.'

I wrote this starting at 12.00 am. It is now 3.00 am. O.M.G Anyways, I probably won't even remember writing this! Fun fact: A.J was born on V Day. Woo. And I told a lot of her past in here, the Brotherhood is evil. Even if they have cookies.

I promise there is a BUNCH of action coming up! I'm writing these short chapters while I roll out the big guns. Oh yeah.