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The girl rolled over to lay on her back and stared at the ceiling. It was no use she couldn't sleep, not after all her mother had told her. It was simply cruel that her mother didn't tell her the rest of the story. Although it could be worse, her mother could have still refused to tell her anything. But right now that didn't mattered. What did matter was her imagination, (which she was usually grateful to had inherited from her mother) was driving her insane right now and costing her a good night's sleep.

It was too much to bear, she had to do something to detract her. Reading a book seemed like a good idea, but the one she had been reading was downstairs. Unfortunately her mother was also probably downstairs and even if she wasn't, she probably would hear her anyway. Her mother had always been a light sleeper and would always catch her. She had never known how her mother did it but now that she knew part of the story it made sense now. This caused her to groan loudly. All her thoughts went back the story. She couldn't take it any longer, she had to get her book. Even if that meant her mother found her.

She slowly got out of her bed and made her way to the door. It was dark in the hallway but she could still see. The stairs were another matter entirely. She hated these stairs. The only good thing was that they forced her to go even slower, which made her quieter. When she reached the landing it was obvious that her mother wasn't there. With a sigh of relief she made her way over to where she left her book.

Switch to Alice's POV

"What are you doing up?" I ask.

My question gets a desired result. She jumps and turns around quickly. It's funny, I don't think I have ever seen her jump that high before.

"Mom you scared me!"

"Then I got the desired response. Now why are you up?"

My child's face pails and she stays silent for a minute before responding.

"I...I couldn't sleep. So I decided to read a book but it was down here. I'm sorry I woke you, I didn't mean to. I tried to be a quiet as possible."

She is extremely nervous. This amuses me even more but I suppose I can be intimidating when needed. Too bad it never worked during the war.

"You know Elle the more quiet you are, the more likely I am going to hear you."

This earns me a confused look from her. It's understanding though. It's something only a veteran would know; but she does need to understand.

"Eli I'm a vet. What's more, I survived by being stealthily. I'm trained to listen to everything. When I hear quiet footsteps sneaking around my house, my survival instincts kick in."

"Oh. I'm sorry, I never realized."

"And I never told you. Although I wish I had. Speaking of which, it that what is keeping you up?"

She glares at me before speaking, "Is that a rhetorical question?"

"No, it isn't." I say while chuckling,

"You're impossible, you know that?" She throws her hands up in exasperation. I smile. It is a picture that brings back fond memories.

"I know. Daniel use to say the same thing. In fact I don't think there was a day that went by that he didn't remind me how impossible I was." I pause and sigh, "You're so much like him."

"Really? In what way?"

"You carry yourself pride, but never let it go to your head. You're honorable and brave. You're also a trouble maker, and usually do things without a plan."

"I do not! I always do things with a plan. Sometimes they're not very good but I always do things with a plan."

"No his were never very good either." I say laughing, "I suppose it was a good thing he usually left the planning to me because if he hadn't, things would have ended up a lot worse. In fact I remember one time where he did have a plan. It was disastrous. Have a seat and I tell you it. We aren't getting anymore sleep tonight anyway. I do have to tell the background story first though."

Sixteen Years Earlier

It had been an uneventful week. This was unusual because either James or his thugs would bother us, or Daniel was getting us in trouble with one harebrained scheme or another. It did seem a little odd but I didn't really think much about it. That would prove to be a mistake.

It was around midday and I this was usually when I got my shower. This was the perfect time for me to because no one ever took a shower at this time. It was a little hard because I only had a little time between activities but I didn't really have a choice. There was no way I could take a shower with the guys. That would completely blow my cover. Another problem was all we could bring into the shower was a towel. We weren't allowed to bring our clothes. They had to stay out in the changing room. The door didn't lock either. So I had to get in and out fast.

I was about to get out of the shower when Daniel walked in. This scared the living hell out of me and the only thing I could be grateful for was that I already had my towel wrapped around anything that would blow my cover. I was still very flustered though and just had to open my big mouth.

"Dan...Daniel what are you doing here?"

This earned me a raised eyebrow and a moment of silence.

"Um...the same thing you are, taking a shower." He said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which it was. "Is there anything wrong with that?"

"No...no I'm...I'm just surprised. People never take one at this time." It sounded so lame to me and the way he was looking at me told me he thought so to. Unfortunately it was the only excuse I had.

"Sure. Now if you don't mind, I am going to take a shower."

I was about to rejoice that he dropped the conversation but then he dropped his towel. I coughed slightly before turning away quickly. I was just lucky he was already facing away from me when I turned away. I had to get out of there now! So I quickly made my way over to the door and tried to open it, only to find it wouldn't open! I pushed on it again but it still wouldn't budge. I stopped and looked at it, willing it to open before I tried again but it still wouldn't move. Of course he noticed I hadn't left yet and had to comment on it.

"You're still here? Why? I thought you were in a hurry to leave."

I sighed but didn't turn around to face him.

"Daniel the door is locked."

"What? That door doesn't lock."

"Well it most certainly ain't opening."

"Let me see."

He walked over and tried to open the door. Once again it didn't move but that wasn't what I was paying attention to. I couldn't help but notice he hadn't covered up. Oh yes, men are so modest! Lovely view though!

"Dammit, what is wrong with this door?" He asked.

That brought me out of my musings and I quickly made a note to slap myself once I got out of here.

"I don't know. Try harder." I told him.

"I am but it's not moving."

"Were locked in."

"That's not possible. There isn't a lock on this door."

"That doesn't change the fact were locked in."

"Someone must have put something in front of it then, but who would do this?"

It didn't even take us two seconds to come up with the answer.

"James." We said together.

"That's it! When I get out of here I'm gonna kill that little prick!" Daniel said while shoving the door one last time in frustration.

He didn't say anything after that. Probably because he was coming up with ways to get back at James, but that was fine with me, I didn't want to talk anyway. I was too worried about making sure everything was covered. I also was having an internal battle with myself. Part of me had to keep reminding the other part that throwing away my towel and jumping him was not at good idea. Unfortunately the other part firmly disagreed and kept bringing up many good reasons why it was a perfect idea. Luckily I didn't have wait very long for the CO to open the door. Since he was pretty pissed he left quickly to figure out who done it. Daniel must have been pretty pissed to because he got out of there very quick as well. Not that I complained. There was no way in hell my towel was leaving my body until I was alone. I didn't see him for the rest of the day.

Later that night I was on my bunk reading a book when he came and sat down on my bed. I looked up at him and my stomach filled with dread. He had that look on my face that told me it was time to get out of there fast. Unfortunately like always I ignored it.

"What have you done?"

"I haven't done anything, but I do need your help."

"No."

"But."

"No. Whatever you're coming up with leave me out of it! I want no part in it."

"Even if it involves James?"

At the minute he said James I was sold, and he knew it to.

"I'm in. Now what is this plan of yours?"

His face broke into a triumphant grin.

"Follow me."

AN: Alright, I need my readers to help me. What do you think should happen to James? Review with your ideas! Remember the sooner I get ideas, the sooner I will update. Thank you.