Here's the next chapter! I hope you all enjoy it! I only own what's mine and thank you all so much for your wonderful comments and contributions! -A Keeper
"If I go crazy then would you still call me Superman?...You called me strong, you called me weak, but still your secrets I will keep. I took for granted all the times I never let you down. You stumbled in and bumped your head, if not for me, then you'd be dead. I picked you up and put you back on solid ground." -3 Doors Down, Kryptonite
Jamie felt strong hands on her shoulders and suddenly realized that Steve had helped her to her feet and was escorting her back to the sick room. "We need to talk where no one can hear us," She whispered. "Take a right."
The Legends had taken over a storage room in every SHIELD facility and they had all been called The Lounge. The one at the Triskelion hadn't been touched since three years before Danielle's death when Alexander Pierce had ticked her off. No one messes with Danielle Jones. Jamie texted the code for meeting in The Lounge and she and Steve sat in dusty silence.
Steve sighed and spoke first, "Jamie, about why you left-"
"Do we really have to talk about this?" She whispered. "I just lost the only father figure I've known. I lost the only connection I had left with Danielle. I'm not in the mood to discuss your relationship with Natasha."
"Jamie, there is no relationship with Natasha, there's never been one. There was only you."
"Miss Hill," Agent Maria Hill said upon entering the room. "You're wanted by DN. Captain Rogers, you're wanted by Mr. Pierce." She showed no emotion. This didn't bode well. "Now."
Jamie was limping to the next location—DN's office. She didn't know who or what 'DN' was, but she did know that she was in too deep now to get out. She was a Legend again.
She was led into an average-looking office and saw Chelsea sitting in a chair. She felt a strange sense of calm wash over her upon seeing the doctor there, and then felt guilty. This was her old friend, her old sister, Danielle's murderer, who made her feel calm. What the hell was wrong with her?
She entered the room without Maria and froze. Standing behind the desk, her hands planted upon it near the name plate which read 'D. Nemo' as she spoke to Chelsea, was Danielle Jones.
Jamie didn't take another thought before she lunged forward, and tackled Danielle to the ground. "Who the hell are you?!" She yelled. "How are you alive?!"
"Jamie get off!" She faintly felt Chelsea attempt to pull her off, but she didn't care. Danielle Jones was choking under her anger. Dizziness overcame her. Chelsea was tugging on her pressure point. "Jamie, you need to calm down. She isn't Danielle."
She released the woman who had not struggled to escape her fate and allowed herself to be dragged back. Her heart rattled in her chest, tears welling in her eyes. She whispered brokenly, "Who the hell are you?"
The woman's eyes softened, though her demeanor became strong and leader-like, "I apologize, I should have better informed you. Please sit."
Chelsea helped her up and eased her into a chair. Her ears throbbed with every agitated beat of her heart. The woman offered a faint smile. "My name is Jessica Jones," She said. "Or Director Nemo, former Director Fury's apprentince. I'm Danielle Jones' little sister."
Jamie's nostrils flared as she attempted to remain calm. "Danielle's sister?" She breathed. "Danielle had a sister?" She looked to Chelsea who remained at ease. "How long did you know?"
"Today," The nervous doctor replied. "She contacted me after I had operated on Fury, that's all, I promise."
"Why didn't she tell us she had a sister?" Jamie demanded, gripping the armrests so hard that her knuckles turned white.
"We were…estranged." Jessica explained. "I believe you were informed that she grew up in SHIELD? Our parents died on a mission and we were raised by a combination of SHIELD's leaders and future leaders, most note-worthy: Nick Fury. We were a very effective duo…until I wanted out. I wanted to study marine biology, but once you're with SHIELD, you don't get out easily. Danielle negotiated my release with her lifetime in service, though we could not contact each other. Despite this, she deposited a fair some of money into my back account every year. It was when the sum did not appear one day that I knew something was wrong."
"Wait," Jamie interrupted. "I didn't come here for a life story, I came because you sent me. Is there anything necessary in this monologue?"
Jessica remained emotionless. "You've wanted to know about the past of Danielle Jones since you met her, are you telling me that you're no longer interested?" Jamie crossed her arms over her chest and scowled. "You'll find that, despite all you were told and all you knew, Jamie Hill, Chelsea Marx and Alexandra Middleton were released without notice. My sister negotiated her life for my freedom, I negotiated mine for yours. Therefore, you can do whatever needs to be done without SHIELD monitoring you."
"Why would you need people who aren't monitored?" Chelsea questioned. "Does it have something to do with what Fury told Jamie?"
Jamie thought back to Fury's warnings about SHIELD being compromised and trusting Director Nemo—Jessica Jones.
Jessica nodded. "I need you to become Legends once again, to work with Captain America and find out what was on the USB that was valuable enough to cost Fury his life. We need to know what we're dealing with and you're the only people who can pass undetected. I'll be working on the inside to help you."
"No." Jamie instantly replied. "I'm no field agent, but I'll do what I can. I owe it to Danielle to try."
Jamie froze at Chelsea's words.
Maybe…maybe she hadn't intended for Danielle to go so far.
She sighed, "Alright, I'll do it for Davy Jones. But don't think for a second that I'm on fair terms with you." She pointed to Director Nemo. "I'm still upset with you."
The director smiled. "I'm glad you agreed, Proserpina." Jamie raised an eyebrow. Apparently, they had new code names as well. "Because you and Minerva's ride just became public enemy number one." She turned her laptop around and showed Steve's face plastered beside the glowing number '1.'
"Damn it, Steve!"