Maverick (A G.I. Joe Fanfiction)

Chapter 14: Questioning

I woke up about two hours later on one of the three cots in the infirmary with Snake-eyes sitting on the other beside me, his masked face in his gloved hands. My nose wrinkled as I breathed in the sharp sent of disinfectant. My dry eyes blinked quickly, adjusting to the harsh florescence lighting. I knew Snake was watching me by the invisible weights that were pressing down top of me, but he didn't move as I curled up onto my side, hugging my pillow.

"So how's my Sleeping Beauty this fine evening?" my mother's voice chimed behind the curtain before her slender hand pushed it back.

"Awake," I stated, my voice monotonous.

"You have perfect timing kiddo, you know that?" she asked, sitting down behind me.

"Why would you say that?" I countered, unhooking myself from the pillow and flipping onto my back.

"Because Mark just woke up," she answered, taking my pulse. "Tell me what happen."

Jane was my mother; of course I told her everything. My voice was utterly monotone in the beginning but I guess that didn't take away from the story because her listened with a look of pure intrigue and occasionally reacted with a head nod or a sharp intake of air. I knew all those action were fake but they made me feel a little lighter. When I was finished, I laid there quietly while Jane nodded.

"Now I get it," she finally said, standing up.

"Get what?" I asked, sitting up.

"Why you two are acting so strange," she responded, gesturing in between Snake and I. "Too bad it wasn't my first guess, it would have save you both a lot of trouble."

I don't think she noticed my completely befuddled expression or Snake raised head because she left through the curtain without any further explanation. However, as I heard one the double doors open she said, "You might want to get her there soon Snake-eyes or Roadblock is going to have his way with the boy." I looked over at Snake, my expression unchanged, as he rose to stand and then held out a hand for me. I got my feet up under me and stood upon the cot before taking his extended hand and hopping down from the makeshift bed.

"Do you have any idea about what she's talking about?" I asked, absent-mindedly.

He let go of me hand but kept his in the air and rocked it side to side, the universal sign from "maybe".

"I guess that's sort of good," I joked, smiling half-heartedly ta the group.

Snake's hand fell lightly on my head, down the side of my face and took a firm but gentle hold of my chin. He lifted my chin, making me look straight at him. When Snake's hand fell from my face it grabbed my empty hand, my other clutching the top loop of my backpack, and squeezed it. I shook my head and rolled my eyes as he lead me out of the infirmary. I was surprised that even as we pasted several people, one being Jaye, he still held securely onto my hand.

I was unprepared for when he ultimately slipped his hand free from mine, it felt oddly bare with out him holding it. He'd stopped at a very plain looking door, the only thing insuring me that he knew we were in the right place were the black painted letters and number beside the door. I.R.2? What on God's green earth does that mean? I pondered to myself as he opened the door for me. Inside the cement walled room was a four person metal table with two uncomfortable looking metal chairs and on one of the walls was a one-way window, you basic integration room.

"I get it now," I blurted, walking over to the table and setting my backpack it cold metallic surface. "You want me to do the questioning?" He of course nodded as I dropped into a chair and rested my feet on the edge of the table. "Lets get it over with then, shall we?"

The door swung open as the words left my mouth and Mark was shoved into the room. I quickly reached into my backpack and pulled out my glasses plus a steel nail file. I was working over my thumb when he finally gave up banging on the door and noticed I was there. For a person with 20X20 vision, you sure are blind, I joked to myself.

"Great," Mark snarled, leaning against the door.

"Don't blame me for you actions, Mark," I warned, looking over the hand I'd just finished. "I told you I'd kill her if you attacked Snake. You attacked, I kept my word, and now we're sitting here."

"I thought you were bluffing," he tried to defend himself as his slide down to the floor. "I wouldn't have thought in a million years that you could hurt Lisa, let alone take her life."

"I was already going to kill her," I admitted, holding the file with the pads of my fingers at both ends.

"Why?" Mark asked, standing up.

"I clearly remember warning both you and Lisa that if you touched my stuff with out my permission you wouldn't see the next day," I said then pointed the nail file at the chair in front of me. "Now, sit."

I didn't get must out of him, it was like asking a child to do pre-calculus when they just learns how to add.The whole family had been working with Cobra, that was obvious and they had been tasked with the job of acquiring my necklace. But other than that, Mark just didn't know anything. Snake eventually had to remove me from the room before my inner bad cop took oven and I did something I would have regretted for the second time today.