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".
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 18
Jane woke up; it had been two weeks since being in the hotel. Every turn she made there was something different than what Flint wanted to do. All Jane wanted to do was read. He had even made a comment that most women would want to shop while on vacation. At the comment she said that she wasn't like most women.
Jane started to roll onto her side up when she heard yelling. At first she thought it was the people across the hallway but it suddenly dawned on her that Flint wasn't in the room. She got to her feet, grabbed her earpiece and started to move towards the door. The yelling was getting louder, almost like it was coming towards her. She yanked open the door to see Flint pacing back and forth in the hallway. He was holding his ear. He was yelling at someone back at the Pit.
"I understand that already." Flint growled in frustration. He didn't want to alarm Jane at this new news. "All right, tell the General we're coming back."
Jane cleared her throat and chuckled a little. "Something's come up?"
"You could say that. It seems that not all of your team turns out to be dead."
Jane didn't respond. Instead she leaned against the wall. Her eyes glazed over. "But I read all the reports, I investigated the scenes personally, there was no evidence of their survival."
"Apparently there was something you missed." Flint stated bluntly before moving her aside to get into the room. He didn't mean to come off as a jerk, but he didn't want her dwelling on something that was beyond her control. I might have just said the wrong thing. He thought bitterly to himself as he threw his belongings into his duffle bag and glanced towards her half of the room. It was still as tidy as the day they had arrived. Her clothes were neatly placed in her duffle bag under the bed. Just as perfect as an angel would be. He wanted to smack himself for that thought.
Jane stood perplexed about everything. She could have sworn up and down that all of them had been dead. But then again, Henderson was still alive; maybe Cobra had kidnapped the other members of her team, but what would they want with her team? Jane started to the room and noticed that Flint was staring off into space. It was odd for him to do that, normally he was very focused and not the kind of soldier who would stare off like that. She walked over to her bed and brought out her duffle bag. "I'll go get changed, tell the General that we need someone to pick us up, our ticket was set for next week, not today." She barely whispered.
Flint watched as she went into the bathroom. Only two weeks with that woman, he thought. Only two weeks spent in the same hotel room, on the same unit sometimes, in the same headquarters, and yet the only thing I did was flirt with her a little. He plopped himself back onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. He listened to her running the shower; he almost swore he heard her sobbing in the shower. Finally snapping out of his daze he tapped his earpiece. "Tell the general we need a pick up a.s.a.p."
Jane turned off the hot water after several minutes and stepped out of the shower. She got dressed in a simple pair of jeans and her new blue silk blouse then stepped outside. "All right," she said as she refrained from sniffling. "Let's get ready to leave."
Flint got to his feet and took a deep breath. "Jane I—"
"No, you were right. I over looked something and so it's my fault that members of my team are actually MIA." Jane muttered as she went back to grab her duffle bag. Nothing was ever going to be the same for her. "They also all thought I was dead so that doesn't help the feeling of betrayal."
Flint bit his tongue; his first thought was that she wasn't the one who betrayed her team. It was Sgt. Henderson and Corporal Ling. But he knew that if he mentioned her betraying her then he would never hear the end of it. He moved forward and put a hand on her shoulder. "It'll be all right Colonel Abernathy." He said in a monotone voice that made her look up at him with curiosity.
Jane looked at him with the blankest look she could muster. It was unusual for him to call her by her rank, let alone talk to her in monotone. "Did I do something wrong Flint?"
Flint was thankful that he had his back to Jane. He didn't want her to notice the regret on his face. "No, you did nothing wrong."
A/N: r&r please