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Fighting for Love
Aubrey proudly smiled as she watched the teams finalizing their responsibilities for the reconnaissance mission.
"General Posen?" Jesse chuckled.
Aubrey angrily spun around, ready to rip into Jesse for using that nickname. The startled young man quickly leaned away from the flaring blonde.
"Whoa!" Jesse held out his hands in mock surrender.
"What is the meaning of…," Aubrey growled.
"Aubrey?"
Aubrey felt a gentle hand on her arm. She turned and saw Stacie smiling at her.
"What's the problem, Jesse?" Aubrey asked through clenched teeth.
"Benji and I were wondering where we're supposed to run command. We can't use Mr. Beale's," Jesse stated.
Aubrey sighed and stared at Jesse while she contemplated a solution. The longer Aubrey stared at Jesse, the more uncomfortable he grew, until he could not take it anymore.
"I'll be over there…General Posen," Jesse saluted and quickly walked away.
"Too late," Stacie giggled at Aubrey's extremely delayed indignation.
The reconnaissance teams hid in the thick shrubbery around the enemy compound, waiting for the medical team and Mr. Beale to leave the area. Aubrey was growing visibly impatient, so Stacie decided to distract the blonde, since they were hiding together.
"Aubrey, you're tense. Let me help you relax," Stacie offered.
"No, I'm fine," Aubrey waved away Stacie's offer, never taking her eyes away from her binoculars.
Stacie watched the object of her affection and pondered her dilemma. She stared at the spider slowly descending towards the top of Aubrey's head.
"A…A…Aubrey?" Stacie softly asked, as to not panic the blonde.
"Stacie, I'm not tense," Aubrey stated while looking through her binoculars.
"Aubrey? Are you arachnophobic?" Stacie asked.
"No…why?" Aubrey turned and looked at Stacie, who was actively pointing at something above the blonde.
Aubrey looked up and saw the rather large spider directly above her. Stacie lunged and tackled the terrified blonde, effectively clasping her hand over Aubrey's mouth, muffling a scream that would have definitely woken the dead. When Aubrey opened her eyes, she found herself staring in to green reflecting pools of concern and love.
"Aubrey? Are you okay?" Stacie softly asked.
Aubrey nodded, since Stacie still had her hand clasped firmly over the blonde's mouth.
"If I take my hand away, you promise not to scream?" Stacie asked.
Once again, Aubrey nodded. Stacie removed her hand and readied herself, in case Aubrey changed her mind. As Stacie stared down at Aubrey, she internally debated whether to lean down and kiss the captive blonde or not. She searched deeply conflicted eyes.
"I know you're in love with Chloe…," Stacie sadly trailed off, looking away, and extricating herself from Aubrey.
Aubrey stopped her friend, smiled, and replied, "And she's in love with Beca."
"How?" Stacie asked.
"Stacie, I'm not blind. I've seen how Chloe looks at Beca. I'm not thrilled about it, but I love Chloe and want to see her happy above all else," Aubrey wryly smiled.
"You deserve happiness too!" Stacie declared.
Aubrey cupped Stacie's cheeks with both hands, smiled and said "I do," before leaning up and lightly kissing Stacie's lips.
Stacie's eyes widened in shock for a few seconds, before her brain registered the softness pressed against her lips. She closed her eyes and tears of joy rolled down her cheeks.
Several minutes later, Stacie pulled away.
"Stacie? What's wrong?" Aubrey asked and scooted to sit next to Stacie.
"Are you settling…," Stacie began.
Aubrey cut her off, "NO! Stacie, I've always had feelings for you, but everyone knows you prefer the company of guys…in the bedroom."
"WHAT?" Stacie exclaimed.
"He's a hunter?" Aubrey quoted Stacie.
"Oh…yeah…that," Stacie sheepishly smiled. "That's nothing."
"Well, do you or don't you sleep with a lot of guys?" Aubrey asked.
Stacie stared at the ground and softly replied, "No."
"Then what about "He's a hunter" and all the flirting?" Aubrey wondered.
"I don't know if you remember me before high school," Stacie stated.
"Actually, I do. You wore glasses and got all A's in class," Aubrey smiled.
Stacie incredulously stared at Aubrey, "How?"
"Chloe wasn't my first crush," Aubrey leaned in and kissed Stacie on the cheek.
Tears began to roll down Stacie's cheeks and she began sobbing, "I wish I knew back then."
Aubrey wrapped her arms around Stacie, "It wouldn't have made any difference, because I didn't know what I was feeling until high school and by then, you started getting a reputation for sleeping around."
Stacie roughly wiped her eyes, "Do you want to know why?"
Aubrey nodded her head and gave Stacie a reassuring squeeze.
"Being the "class brain," also meant being alone. The only time any of my classmates spoke to me, was to either copy my homework or cheat off my tests. I was so lonely, so I made the decision to change my image in high school. Over the summer before high school started, I began reading fashion magazines, experimenting with makeup, and realized I really like cuticle care. I must've done a great job, because I suddenly got very popular with the guys and very unpopular with the girls. Girls I didn't know, were accusing me of trying to steal their boyfriends and sleeping around. Guys wouldn't leave me alone. I was more alone than before, so when I met Donald, yeah, that Donald, and he assured me he wasn't like the other guys, I agreed to have lunch with him. Biggest mistake of my life!"
Aubrey gasped and supportively placed her hand on Stacie's shoulder, "I'm so sorry."
"Why? You didn't rape me," Stacie caustically remarked and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry. It's a defense mechanism. You know what my mom said after I told her what he did? She accused me of lying! I found out later that that rich bastard's father paid my mom a lot of money to keep quiet about the rape," Stacie shook her head in disgust.
Aubrey tightened her arms around Stacie.
"So, it went from an extremely traumatic rape…the guy was a sick pervert, to him bragging, "She couldn't get enough of "The Donald," Stacie pointed to her crotch as she mimicked the late rapist. "When I found out what he did to Kori, I threw up. I kept thinking, "If I had only gone to the police, instead of my greedy mom."
Aubrey buried her face in Stacie's shoulder, "You can't blame yourself. You know how powerful his rich family is in this town. I heard his dad likes really young girls."
"He does," Stacie murmured under her breath.
Aubrey paled and tightly squeezed Stacie.
"When I saw what they did to him and Mike, I silently thanked them," Stacie sardonically smiled.
Back at the makeshift command in the basement of Stacie's house, Jesse was becoming increasingly frustrated with the old equipment Aubrey gave him to use.
"How are we expected to run any sort of command with this stuff?" Jesse grumbled as he threw the static-filled headset off his head.
"I think there may be something wrong with the communication devices, because I can't always hear them or they can't me," Benji stated.
"Keep trying to reach Aubrey," Jesse ordered.
A very loud crackling sound emanated from the radio next to the cuddling kissing couple, effectively separating them.
"WHAT?" an extremely frustrated Aubrey yelled in to the radio.
"Wow, who ate your last cookie?" Jesse teasingly asked.
Before Aubrey could rip Jesse a new one, Stacie wrapped her arms around the extremely angry blonde and whispered, "Aubrey, he's only doing what you asked."
"What. Do. You. Want?" Aubrey growled out.
Jesse and Benji incredulously stared at the radio in Jesse's hand.
"I think you interrupted something," Benji whispered.
Jesse shot his friend a reprimanding look and then expressed his concerns about the problematic communications equipment to Aubrey.
"We don't have any choice. I refuse to risk the lives of our teams, so we're going to coordinate with Mr. Beale. Tell all the teams the mission is aborted and instruct them to meet at Mr. Beale's house immediately," Aubrey instructed Jesse.
"Okay and out," Jesse saluted.
Benji scooted his chair away from his saluting friend.
"What? It's habit," Jesse laughed. "Well, you heard General Posen, get everyone back here. Don't just broadcast it. Connect with each team leader to make certain they received the message."
Chloe held on to the back of Kommissar's shirt, as the tall blonde led them down the pitch-dark hallway. When they reached their destination, Kommissar turned and pressed Chloe against the wall.
"Wha…?" Chloe began, but Kommissar silenced her with a deep kiss.
"Why did you kiss me?" Chloe demanded.
"Because the queen will hear you," Kommissar replied.
"Can't she hear me now?" Chloe asked.
"No, because I am still kissing you," Kommissar answered with a nibble on Chloe's lips and continued, "This allows for telepathic communication. I can hear the queen inside the bedchamber with your Beca Mitchell."
Chloe tried to extricate herself from Kommissar's arms, but the strong blonde held Chloe in place.
"Little one, I know you want to rush in there, but you must not be hasty. Hasty will get you and your Beca Mitchell killed," Kommissar warned.
"What do we do?" Chloe asked.
Kommissar told Chloe her plan.
After Aubrey explained everything to Mr. Beale, she watched as the man silently mulled over the situation.
After several long minutes, Mr. Beale finally spoke, "Aubrey, thank you for coming to me before going in there grossly unprepared. After a lot of consideration, I have come up with a plan for the reconnaissance mission."
Mr. Beale changed a couple of the teams and then gave them their assignments. He decided to keep Jesse and Benji with him.
Once the teams were fully equipped with the correct gear, they set out for the compound. Mr. Beale waited for each team to confirm they were in place before giving the command to begin.