Disclaimer: I do not own G. I. Joe nor any of the characters except my own Oc's of Lt. Col. Jane Abernathy "Demon Rose (or Emily Rose)", Sgt. Henderson "Pile-Driver", Corporal First Class Jana Ling "Amethyst", and Col. Roger Stevenson "Cap". However the last three died before the story but there might be some flashbacks of them.

Synapse: Jane was part of a covert op known as the Demon Unit, but Cobra killed all of the members except her. Soon after the Joe's were cleared her Uncle started up the elite force and now she's a part of it all. Now Jane is brought into a world where people can come back from the dead.

These next two chapters are dedicted to bronwynn, i just happened to be tinkering online. As i have said, i have the first several chapters already written, just havent typed them.

The Demon Rose

G. I. Joe: Renegades

Chapter 5

Flint walked in as Jane was hitting the punching bag. First he grabbed the white towel that was sitting on the bench then he walked around to the other side to hold the bag still for her. She was clearly frustrated at something. He looked at her before noticing that she was not relenting with her punches. He saw that her brown hair was turned black and wet with sweat. Her cheeks were a bright red and her eyes seemed to be glowing red. Her focus was unwavering.

"You're using too much of your energy in each of the blows." Flint stated causing her to look up at him. Something seemed to be different with the look she was giving him now than before. Almost like she didn't know how to respond to him.

Jane was surprised he was even correcting her about her fighting style. She stopped punching the bag and then walked over to pick up her towel. As she did so she noticed that her towel was missing. "Why are people stealing my stuff?" She muttered to herself.

"Actually I was going to hand it to you." Flint said as he walked over to her. He held out the towel to her. Slowly she reached out and took it from him. "I heard you left the military but your uncle insisted you join us. I just wanted to get to know you better."

Jane felt like scoffing. "I'm sorry but it might be better for you not to." She rubbed her face with the towel.

Flint chuckled. "Scarlet warned me you were difficult to talk to when you felt like it."

Jane looked at him from the corner of her eye. "She did, did she?

"Not really, I figured you didn't want to talk to anyone given what happened in the mess."

Jane chuckled a little. Her eyes glanced up at him and she felt very conscious about her surroundings. The sounds of people walking by, the scent of perspiration, the feel of he ground beneath her bare feet, all of it would have overwhelmed her when she was younger but now she had grown used to the enhanced senses because of her former master Snake Eyes. She was even aware that Flint was observing her, trying to understand her. "I'm sorry but I must be going." She said before walking out of the room.

Flint followed her. "At least let me introduce myself properly!" He called out.

Jane had to hand it to the guy, he was determined. "We already had introductions First Lieutenant Dasheill Faireborn." She stated before turning to him. "Of course I was your commanding officer back then. So maybe you're right, proper introductions are in order." She smiled warmly at him.

"Call me Flint," He corrected her gently.

"All right, Flint, call me Jane on down time, Demon when fighting." Her eyes showed no emotion towards the name but he could tell, by Scarlett's story, it meant something to her.

Flint nodded his head. "Jane, it's nice to meet you."

Jane couldn't help but laugh as they shook hands. "And it's nice to meet you Flint."

Snake Eyes watched from the shadows. She had tried to keep herself secluded from everyone else yet that had failed to work. She was opening up little by little towards her new teammates. But there was something different in how she opened up with Flint. She was laughing, almost flirting to some extent. A strange feeling washed over him. Protective, almost like an older brother yet he pushed it aside and continued to watch over his friend and teammate.

Jane felt like someone was watching them. As she looked around she saw that no one was nearby, yet she knew that eyes were watching. "I need to be heading to my room. It still needs to be straightened out." She continued walking the way she was going. Flint rushed to her side.

"I'll go with you; it won't hurt anyone would it?"

Those words, those exact same words almost to a 't'.

Pile Driver stood in the elevator with Jane. He knew what they were doing, and she had tried to persuade him otherwise. "I'll go with you; it won't hurt anyone would it?"

How Jane had wanted to scream at him. Curse him till her face was blue. "Sgt. Henderson, why are you—" she was broken off when Pile-Driver pulled her into a kiss. She was startled.

When he pulled away he took the charges from her. "Also, I want you to leave as soon as we get to where we are going. You hear me Jane?"

Jane stared blankly at her teammate. "Henderson," she whispered.

"Just do it, we both calculated how long it would take. You could make it out, not me."

Jane felt tears threatening her eyes as the memory faded to the back of her mind. Flint looked at her, carefully observing her features. "Did I say something to upset you?"

Jane faltered in her steps and then looked at him stunned. "No, no, no, it's just you said the same thing Sgt. Henderson said before he ordered me to leave before he detonated the bomb."

Flint's breath caught in his throat. She was still in pain from her former teammate's betrayal. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"I know, that's why I am not angry with you." Jane stopped in front of her room and noticed that there was a small note attached to the door. She plucked the note off. 'Jane, come to my office when you have the time, General Abernathy.'

"Still going to clean your room?" Flint asked as if he were talking to a child. She looked at him with a slightly annoyed look before rolling her eyes.

"Of course I am, my room is a little more important at the moment." She walked inside and sorted her books, computer and papers back onto her coffee table/desk area. The books were stacked neatly under the table while the computer was hooked up and ready to go if she needed to work at that moment. Her clothing was then refolded and put back in the suitcases she had. Flint watched as she worked as fast as possible. He then saw the wind chimes that were sitting on her bed.

"Where would you like these?" He asked as he pointed at the wind chimes.

Jane looked at the chimes then at the room. She then reached into her bed side table and pulled ut several hooked screws. "I need a ladder." She muttered to herself.

"Or someone who is taller than you are." Flint took the hooked screws from her and began putting them in the ceiling. He then took the chimes and put them on the hooks. "All done."

Jane chuckled a little then nodded her head. "All right, well I best be seeing dear uncle." She walked out of her room then towards the General's office.

Flint shook his head and went to his quarters. Jane was a strange person, but at least she was friendly.

A/N: R and R, but no flames! Also i have the first eighteen chapters of this written so i can't really rewrite it how people like. This is my first G. I. Joe fanfiction; so if you don't like, don't read. That has always been what i do so you should do it too. Good reviews make the world go round! no seriously they do for writers!