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". Here's Amethyst's story,

Synapse: Amethyst had been captured by Cobra nearly one year ago and now she was finding herself imprisoned by another. This man is using her, keeping her hidden, and now he expects more from her. Now she wants out.

G. I. Joe

The Amethyst Stone

Chapter 2

Storm Shadow noticed how Amethyst jerked then slumped against him. Something was wrong with her. Once he knew he was beyond the Arashikage he stopped and glanced over his shoulder to look at Amethyst. There, embedded in her back, was a shuriken. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. He had to get back to his home before too long. He started up again. Surely she would survive long enough to get to a safer place.

Amethyst didn't know what was wrong, but she found that her right shoulder was in so much pain that she found it hard to breath. She leaned against Storm Shadow's back, finding that it made things a little easier to breath at that moment. Slowly her world was growing black. Fear struck her heart cold. If she was dying, what would happen to her father? She wanted to see him one last time. The pain faded and that worried her a little more. She noticed that time also faded and for a moment she thought Storm Shadow had carried her inside of his home. The next she knew she was being laid out on her stomach on a soft white bed. Finally all grew black.

Storm Shadow had noticed that his prisoner/accomplice was in and out of consciousness. He had hoped that it was merely because of the pain, for her sake. If she were to die of poisoning it was not going to be pretty. He removed the shuriken as fast as he could then notice that he wound on her back was festering. The blade had been poisoned and now there was little he could do to help her. She was going to die slowly; unless he knew what the compound was they had used on the shuriken. He studied the bladed star then left her alone.

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Amethyst was distantly aware of someone treating her wounds. However she was unaware as to whom it might have been. At first because of how gentle the fingers were she thought it was her father or mother but when she called out for them they did not respond. Hours, or so it had seemed, passed for Amethyst and she thought maybe the person had not heard her. At last she had regained her full consciousness and she rose off the bed. Her shoulder hurt and she thought about screaming but knew that it would do nothing. She had woken up in a white room with white bedding. It had been soft and comfortable. On one of the bed side tables was a bowl with bloody white rags. Beside the bowl was a small cup in which was an herb mixture. Amethyst made a make shift sling out of her shirt that had been lying on the ground. It had been ripped and cut, almost like the person who had tried to save her life didn't have much care for the outfit anyway. She looked at herself to see that all of her outfit had been changed to a simple white garment. Around her chest, under the overly big shirt, were white bandages.

She got to her feet and started to walk around the room. The door was open and a pair of light blue slippers lay at the entrance. She walked over and slipped her feet into them. Soft, comfort, almost felt like she was at home with her parents again. Her heart ached, longing to feel their love. She ran out of the room, leaning slightly to her left side for extra support. She ran down the stairs and skidded to the kitchen. "Papa!" She shouted in Chinese expecting to see her father. Instead Storm Shadow turned to look at her strangely. "You're not…oh sorry Storm Shadow."

Storm Shadow had heard Amethyst running down the stairs; he had of course had to strain to hear it. When he heard her exclaim something he turned and looked at her. She had been screaming that word, along with another, constantly while he was caring for her wound. When she muttered something else in the language she was using he about lost it. He had no idea what she was saying and it was beginning to drive him mad. "If you are going to speak to me, use a language I can understand." He snapped at her.

Suddenly he noticed her demeanor change with his harsh words. She was slightly fidgety, almost frightened. "Sorry, I must be really tired." She said in plain English.

Storm Shadow turned back to the tea he was making then looked at her again. Three weeks, she had been in and out of consciousness, three painful weeks of waiting to see if she would live and now she was standing there slightly alarmed and perfectly alive. "How is your arm feeling?" He asked as he walked behind her to touch her shoulder. Before he could touch her she pulled away and spun so quickly he had barely any time to block the punch she was throwing with her left hand. He had no clue how trained she was in fighting, and he had no intention of finding out quite yet.

"You're the one who changed my outfit?" She screeched while struggling to control her temper.

"It was that or let you die, Miss Ling." Storm Shadow said with a smirk. He could now predict that she was going to attempt to attack with her feet but when she didn't right away he was worried. What if she was harder to predict than anyone else?

Amethyst studied her opponent closely. He was cocky, headstrong, and over confident that he could take her down. If she used the Hidden Blades, no that was a bad idea. It had left her weak earlier, it would leave her weak again unless she wanted to kill him off right then. The fuck with this, she thought as she concentrated her qi. I'm not going to stand here and let him think he can take me down without a fight. She pulled her wrist out of his grasp with great ease, pictures her life energy flowing into her wrist then to her fingertips. As she did so she quickly slammed her fingers into his chest and watched him fall to the ground. He stared up at her with disbelieving eyes.

"What did you just do?" He asked.

"That was Blade One of the Seven Hidden Blades technique." She stated while kneeling next to him. "You're paralyzed for a few minutes, but it won't kill you. If I had used the first five it still wouldn't kill you, unless I thought about killing you."

A/N: All right, you know the drill. R&R, but no flames. Really not in the mood. i'm posting the other two chapters tonight so i won't be having amethyst stories for a while. I'm way behind on them though, Demon Rose has 22 chapters already and i need to get two more off the ground. Oh and i have a friend writing another spin off. how fun is that! (SARCASM)