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. Jake 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.

The Demon Rose

G. I. Joe: Renegades

Chapter 12

Jane had fallen asleep on the plane. It seemed like she had needed it to Flint so when the stewardess came by and asked if she wanted something to drink he let Jane sleep and told her that Jane would most likely like water. He didn't know for certain, but he had a feeling she wasn't a diet soda kind of gal. She moved a little in the chair and then her head lolled onto his shoulder. At first he was uncomfortable and embarrassed that she had done that but he reminded himself that she was asleep. She was a good friend but not that kind of friend, not to mention she was his teammate. That might complicate things for them if they were to be like that. He ran a hand through his hair and looked at his watch 00:30i

They were nearly to their destination. "Only two more hours," He chanted to himself. Thankfully they were in first class so they had no third or fourth person beside them. He didn't want people thinking they were together and embarrassing both of them. Although he did think she was cute when she was embarrassed. The way she bit her bottom lip, the way she glanced at the ground to avoid eye contact, and sometimes the way she would play with a strand of her short hair, it all made her seem so much more innocent than he knew her to be. He stopped himself. He couldn't think of her like that. She was a teammate. Complications would ensue, especially if she were thrown back into her military status. She was so many ranks above him, yet she was younger than he was.

At first, when he found out what rank she was and who her uncle was, he thought it was because of her uncle. But when Scarlett had told everyone the story of what Jane did two and a half years ago he realized she had earned her rank due to a long uphill battle. She had been in combat situations that could make any veteran run cold. Yet she was still there, fighting the good fight.

Jane opened her eyes and sat up with a yawn. She popped her neck then looked at Flint. She smiled then ran her fingers through her eye length hair. "What's the ETA?" Jane asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"Two more hours," Flint answered.

Jane looked closer at him then noticed he was staring at her like he was embarrassed about something. "Something wrong soldier?" She asked. She was used to calling him that, not because he was a soldier, but because he was a good person. Most people who were good at heart she called soldier. It was just something she did.

"Nothing," Flint looked away and then handed her a water bottle. "I didn't know what you would like so I got you water."

Jane looked at the water and nodded her head. "All right, thanks."

"I was wondering, back at the Pit, Lady Jaye tried to use your guns at the firing range a couple of days before we went on that mission yesterday."

Jane listened to him recant the story to her.

Lady Jaye picked up Demon's twin Desert Eagles and pointed them at the targets. She wanted to see what the guns could do. She aimed at the bulls-eye and squeezed the trigger of both guns. Everyone in the shooting range looked at Lady Jaye and then at the guns. Some of the men chuckled.

"Safety on?" Flint suggested as he walked up to her.

"No, I checked and double checked. The safety is off." Lady Jaye stated while inspecting the guns. She disassembled them and reassembled them. The clips were loaded, unloaded and reloaded again. She pointed and tried to shoot again. "What is wrong with these guns?"

Lady Jaye set the guns down on the shelf where they belonged and left the room.

"Then you walked in, picked them up and shot of two clip loads for both of the guns." Flint finished.

"Ahh…Lady Jaye actually didn't realize something." Jane chuckled a little. She saw the confused look on Flint's face. "My guns are specific to me, only I can fire them."

"I've never heard of such a thing."

"My guns' have palm readers. You know, like the finger print scanner on my computer? My guns have them too."

Flint was surprised. He hadn't heard of someone having print readers on a set of guns. But then he had a thought. "Your sister, does she have any kids?"

"Yeah, that's the reason for the palm readers." Jane paused and then looked at Flint with a smile. "You're actually putting things together about me aren't you?

Flint thought his heart had stopped. How would he divert that? He didn't want her to realize he was interested in her at all. "I'm just curious. I like to know my partners." He spat out quickly.

Jane slowly nodded her head once. "Ok, can I ask questions about you?"

"Fire away, although don't actually shoot me."

The rest of the plane ride they spent asking questions of each other. Sometimes some would be embarrassing for them to answer so they told each other when the boundaries were hit with the questions.

"I've always wanted to know, what was it that keeps the general from talking about your parents or your sister?" Flint asked.

Jane sighed. "My father was the general's younger brother. Well John had a tendency to date any of the women that the General dated then left. He finally married one of them, Emily Rose, my mom. Abernathy was furious, he didn't care for when John dated the other women, but it made him mad that he married Emily only a few months after Emily broke it off with Abernathy." Jane bit her lip. "My mother looked like me, except her hair was longer. My sister looks like John and the General, except a little prettier." Jane and Flint laughed at the remark.

"I would hope so," He managed to say. "I don't think seeing the general's head on a woman's body would look too good."

Jane felt like rolling on the floor with laughter but she bit it back. "John and Emily were scientists, as is Sarah. I'm the only grunt out of that part of the family. Although Sarah does do some work with the Air Force, she even has a civilian ranking."

"You call soldiers grunts, why is that?"

"Well we don't tend to think like scientists. We tend to be like 'who do I shoot, when do I shoot, where's my target' and so on. At least that's what Sarah keeps saying so it kind of stuck." Jane realized she was babbling. "I'm sorry, guess I said a little too much."

"I like it, you say what's on your mind and you tell the truth." Just as he said that there was a large bump and Jane grabbed the arm rests of the chairs. Her nails seemed to dig in and Flint bit back a yelp. She was tense all over. After the turbulence stopped Flint used his free hand to pry her hand off his arm. "Ouch,"

Jane snapped back to reality. "I'm so sorry Flint."

Flint shook his head. She was still tense. Then he watched as her attention went from him to a passenger walking to the pilots' cabin at the front of the plane.

i 12:30 am if you're not a military person

A/N: R&R, there are no more witty remarks i have. Other than, hang on this is going to be one hell of a bumpy ride.