AN: So as usual, I don't own MI High, nor anything you may recognise. I just own Demi and Jamie.
The sirens woke me up. The pain in my chest was horrible. I moved my hand, and noticed I was bleeding. Damn. He shot me! Harry freaking shot me! Why, that little... I looked up at the computer and realised the siren meant the self-destruct had been activated. I forced myself up, applying pressure to my wound. I had to stop the explosion. Wincing, I tried to remember the emergency password. Think! C'mon, ignore the pain, you need to protect the others! This place goes up, so does the school. As I began to type, I saw the blood. Don't faint. Please body, just stay standing for a little while longer. I hit the final key, and the screen turned back to normal, causing the sirens to stop. Thank god, they were giving me a headache. I began to walk towards the lift to get help, when everything began to spin, and I dropped, causing darkness to take over...
I woke up in a white room, which I eventually recognised as a hospital room. "What happened?" I asked.
"Dems! You're awake!" Jamie said, bounding in.
"Jai? You're OK!" I said, relieved that MI9 had gotten to her in time.
"Course I am. We found you just in time. We haven't been able to track down Patterson. As far as we know, KORPS are under the impression you're dead, and we want to keep it that way." Jamie said. "My teammates are looking for a safe house to take you, your father and mother to. Your team are in the process of packing up your possessions."
"Jamie, I'm not going. No way." I interrupted. Jamie sighed,
"Dems, you nearly died. These people are dangerous. Don't let your feelings overrule the sensible answer."
"The sensible answer would be for me to stay here, with my team, and my friends. By all means put on more bodyguards! Hell, have your whole team follow me if that'll make you feel better. But I'm not going." I argued. Jamie sighed and said into her earpiece,
"Agents Johnson and Smith, London won't be requiring the safe house anymore, return to base. Agent Morgan and Jones, stop packing up the possessions and go back to tracking Patterson." I smiled.
"Thank you Jai." She smiled back.
"It's OK. Now, get some sleep, I'll bring in Tupper the bodyguard to watch you while I go and assist Morgan. Get well soon." She said, getting up and leaving. Tom then took her place. "Hey." He said softly, hugging me.
"Hello. And before you ask, I'm fine. Probably won't ever be able to wear crop tops again, but I'm alive." He smiled.
"That's good. I'm glad you're still with us." I nodded.
"Yeah. Funnily enough so am I. Surviving is pretty key being a spy. It's just what we do."
"Yeah, speaking of that. There's a question I've been meaning to ask. Would you like to..." He trailed off as my dad entered the room. As if he could detect the tension, my dad asked, "Was I interrupting something?" I shook my head.
"Nope. Now, can I go to sleep? Please?" The two nodded, Tom seemed upset at not being to able to ask his question as they both left. I drifted in and out of consciousness, for a few hours until I woke up and discovered a card beside my bed. I picked it up, and was horrified by what was on it.
I'm sorry it had to be this way. You'll never find me Demietra, but good luck anyway.
Patterson x
Oh god. He knows I'm still alive. The game is still going. But this time it'll be different. This time I have a team, that I can trust. It truly is Game On.
AN: And I'm going to leave it there! Who knows, one day, Tom might actually be able to ask his question! And now that Demi's alive, I can continue this story. Next chapter, I haven't decided what I'm going to do. It'll either be a re-write of episode 7 of the TV show, or my own storyline. I hope you enjoyed reading!