Jet and A.C.
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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
720
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Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Jet and A.C.
A/N: This is the first femmeslash story I ever wrote that I just recently found on my computer. So it’s not perfect. But please do review because I plan on editing it if it’s worth it.
10:38pm
December 8, 2004
Chicago, IL
Three shots were fired across the shadowed alleyway, each lighting up the rain soaked brick walls like a flash of lightening. The sound rang and bounced off the tin trash cans as if the bullets had gone loose and were bouncing around themselves. A blood curdling scream was drowned in the downpour of freezing rain that fell from the jet black sky.
Suddenly, out from the alley, ran a young woman who was as wet as if she had been standing in the rain for hours. She ran as fast as she possibly could, her hot breath swirling around her pale face and tears streaming from her dark blue eyes. Shots rang behind her as she splashed down the deserted street, the dim streetlamps only giving her path an odd orange glow.
A shot suddenly deafened her right ear as it whizzed past it, just barely missing her bony shoulder. She closed her eyes painfully as another bullet pierced her right side but continued to run as if nothing had happened. As blood began to drip down her soaked clothes she began to slow.
A voice came from behind her, “There’s no use in running, Catherine!”
The girl’s pace slowed and she fell heavily to the wet, muddy pavement. “You’ll never get away with this Chris!” the jet-black-haired girl spit out miserably.
“Oh really?” said the tall, muscular man who was now standing just a few feet from her. “…but I already have.”
Catherine jammed her eyes shut, waiting for the shot that would end her terrible pain. “God I don’t want to die like this…” she muttered as blood dripped down her chin.
BANG! A shot fired and one last flash illuminated the empty street. A loud thud followed as her pursuer feel to the ground in a pool of his own blood.
“What…?” Catherine whispered as she tried to look up.
Beside her stood a dark figure, a smoking gun in hand. The faint light of the streetlamp surrounded the strangers head like a halo. Catherine had only time to see two other dark unrecognizable figures come from behind her before she fell exhaustedly to the ground.
Before she lost all consciousness she heard what she could only believe to be an angel’s voice whisper to her, “Only God can judge you…”
10:31am
December 11th, 2004
Chicago, IL
“She’s awake…” was the first thing Catherine heard when she came-to. She blinked her eyes in the bright light and looked for the source of the sound. It was the same voice she had heard before, the angel’s voice.
“Hey, kid…” a young brunette woman said with an encouraging smile. Catherine was confused as to why she was addressing her this way, seeing as she couldn’t be anymore that two or three years older than her.
“Where am I?” Catherine said trying to sit up but she was barely strong enough to lift her head.
“Please sit still…” the girl said in quite a different voice, the voice Catherine recognized as the stranger from the other night. The angelic girl looked down at her with strange mix of motherly concern and stern reservation. “…you’ve been asleep a long time…you’re not strong enough to move around…”
“Who are you?” Catherine coughed out painfully as she tried to take a deep breath.
“I’m…well…you can call me A.C.” she said trying to distract herself with some papers on the bed-side table beside her.
“I…I thought you were an angel…” Catherine said absentmindedly, “…I mean the other night…”
“Really?” A.C. asked awkwardly, “…I don’t know why…”
“You were standing above me…and the light around your head…” She stopped as A.C. raised a confused eyebrow, “…never mind.”
“Okay…?” she looked down at Catherine awkwardly, “What’s your name anyway?”
Catherine sat up painfully, “Not until you tell me where I am and what I’m doing here.”
Again A.C. lifted an eyebrow, “This is the hospital ward of A.N.G.E.L.S. headquarters, and you’re here because you were shot and you needed immediate medical attention.”
“Yeah but why did you and these ‘angels’ rescue me in the first place?!” she asked.
“Nah uh…” A.C. said shaking her head, “…first you tell me your name…let’s not be impolite now…”
She sat up straight nervously and pulled the jet black hair away from her eyes, “…it’s…” she looked around, the last thing she wanted to do was tell this stranger, no matter how enchanting she seemed, her real name. “…it’s Jet…”
“That can’t be your real name, now, can it?” A.C. said with a smile that sent a strange sensation down Jet’s chest.
“You didn’t exactly tell me your real name.” Jet stated bluntly.
“That’s true…” A.C. laughed quietly.
“What are you doing in here Agent G?” A slightly more masculine voice came from behind A.C. “Upsetting the patient?”
“I was only talking to her Ace.” A.C. said turning to look in the grim face of a muscular man in his late twenties who was wearing a slick green uniform.
A.C. continued to smile at him, but his neutral expression continued even as he turned to look at Jet. He still spoke to A.C. though, “The patient seems to have improved much over the past three days.”
“’The patient’ has a name you know, Ace. It’s Jet.” A.C. said looking firmly into his steel gray eyes.
Ace looked at A.C. with an odd expression, and then looked down at Jet once again, his face returning to it’s oh-so-familiar solemn neutrality. “No matter, the patient shall be released from ANGELS’s Medical Center tomorrow morning due to her inability to pay for her care…”
“How do you know she can’t pay?” A.C. said with more indignation than she planned to let on.
“First of all, Agent G, we found her bleeding to death in an abandoned street in the poorest district of Chicago…”
“So?” A.C. asked him expectantly.
“Secondly, it’s right here in her file—“
“What file?!” Jet said feeling not quite unlike a child left out of an adult conversation.
Ace ignored her and continued to look at A.C. as if she was acting uncharacteristically foolish, “…it says here that her last know residence was her mother’s home in 2002…she hasn’t been seen there for nearly 16 months… before she got mixed up in this business with Chris Barolo…she was arrested three times for—“
“I’ve heard enough Ace…I don’t need you to tell me every pointless fact that’s written in that file…” A.C. said irritably.
“These are not pointless facts…this is concrete research…” Ace said with only the slightest hint of being offended.
A.C. turned and looked down at Jet as she spoke to him, “Ace, you know perfectly well how much bullshit those files are filled with; you’ve seen mine.”
“Either way…” he said as he turned and left the room, “She’s out of here by tomorrow unless she agrees to the contract.”
“What contract is he talking about?” Jet asked, confusion beginning to throb in her head.
“Don’t worry about that right now…” she said with a smile that made Jet’s heart race. Jet tried to shake the feeling away, but she only managed to make herself dizzy.
“You should sleep now…” A.C. said, looking at her with an odd expression on her face.
Jet laid back and closed her eyes, but she couldn’t sleep with the feeling of A.C.’s gaze upon her. The picture of her shining face would not leave her mind’s eye no matter how hard she tried to think of other things. Finally she just gave up trying and listened to the sounds around her until sleep caught a hold of her.
7:08am
November 2nd, 2005 (11 months later)
New York City, NY
“You’re late.” A.C. said, looking up at a breathless and rain soaked Jet as she crashed into her office.
“Sorry…traffic…” Jet said, setting her motorcycle helmet down on A.C.’s desk and scattering a pile of papers to the ground. “…God! …sorry!”
“I’m not God…” A.C. said absentmindedly as they both bent down to pick up the mess. “…don’t worry about it Jet. I’ll get it.”
“No…I knocked it—“ at that moment she looked up into A.C.’s face as she met her gaze. A.C. blushed, but Jet smiled widely.
They stood up awkwardly. “Sorry…” they said in unison. They both laughed.
“So…” Jet said trying desperately to start up any kind of conversation, “…you said you had an important assignment for me…”
“Actually…” A.C. said with a grim look on her face, “…Headquarters assigned Ace as my partner on this one…”
“Again?!” Jet said with disappointment and frustration very evident in her voice.
“I’m quite sick of him too…” A.C. said looking out the office window idly.
“That’s not what I heard…” Jet said in a disgusted voice that was just barely audible.
“What are you talking about?!” A.C. said in a loud, indignant voice.
“Just forget it… So if you didn’t call me up here to give me an assignment then what did you call me up here for?” Jet said twirling the pens and pencils around in the coffee mug on A.C.’s desk.
“I wanted to tell you that’s all…” A.C. said watching her cautiously, as if expecting her to explode.
“More like rub it in my face…” Jet whispered to herself angrily.
“Why do you keep mumbling to yourself like that?!” A.C. asked angrily.
“Why do you even care?!” Jet exploded, angrily throwing the stuff off of A.C.’s desk.
“Why are you always getting so angry at me?!” A.C. yelled at her. “All I try to do is get along and you explode in my face!”
“I just don’t see why the hell you care!” Jet screamed at her, rage tossing her short black hair about.
Suddenly A.C. pinned Jet to the wall, her eyes burning with rage. Jet merely stared at her with wide eyes, completely shocked. A playful smile spread across her face as A.C. heatedly warned her, “Don’t make the mistake of thinking I’ll just stand back and let you destroy my office…”
“I—“ Jet tried to say but A.C. interrupted her.
“…For nearly a year now I’ve endured your childish outbreaks, your destructive short-temper, and your foolish contradiction of the rules… but I can’t stand it any longer!”
“If that’s the truth…” Jet said staring into her emerald green eyes, only inches from her’s. “…then why don’t you fire me already…”
“…because…” A.C. said looking away as if searching for the right words, “…because…I can’t…”
Jet couldn’t stand the tension anymore, half of her wanted to push her away before she suffocated the other half wanted to do something not even she would normally dare. As A.C. looked up into her eyes she took a deep breath and did exactly what she had wanted to do for months.
With one quick movement she grabbed A.C. by the shoulders spun her around so that she was pinned to the wall, pressed her body up close to hers and kissed her passionately.
Jet’s heart raced as she waited for a response. She stepped back only a slight bit and looked into A.C.’s face. A.C. looked astounded that she would ever dare touch her the way she had, no less kiss her. Her face was a bright color of pink and her eyes shivered as if she were about to cry.
Jet wanted to shoot her own brains out for being so stupid. How could she have made such a move on A.C., the only friend she had in the world? Just as tears were about to slip from her eyes she caught a glimpse of the sparkle in A.C.’s eyes. A.C. gave a weak smile, as if begging her not to cry. But it was the way that she looked at her that made her heart race. The hair stood up on the back of her neck, her eyes had said what her lips dared not say.
Jet pressed right up against her chest, she could feel her heart beating wild; she smiled like a child looking in the window of a candy shop. She ran her fingers through A.C.’s hair and A.C. closed her eyes happily. Jet kissed her again and went wild as A.C. let back her resistance and kissed her back. She breathed heavily as she tasted A.C.’s sweet skin, kissing her all around her neck and shoulders.
“Jet…we…I…” A.C. feebly tried to protest.
“You’ve…made my…heart…race wild…since…the first…night I saw…you…” Jet panted.
“Please…stop…before…”
“Before…what?” Jet said while kissing up and down her neck.
“…before this goes too far!” A.C. said quite firmly, pushing Jet off of her.
“…I don’t get you A.C. One minute you’re all into it and the next you’d think you hate me…” Jet said straightening up and slicking her hair back.
A.C. buttoned up a loose button on her blouse, combed her hair back with her fingers, and walked calmly over to her desk. And after a long silence decided that it was no use to try and ignore Jet any further. She sat down in her chair and looked up at her with her characteristic smile.
“Don’t smile like that…” Jet said a bit more angrily than she had intended.
“Smile like what?” A.C. said glad that the silence had ended.
Jet didn’t know how to explain it, but the way A.C. looked at her sometimes, it just made her heart race. For some reason A.C. was always sending her mixed signals, all Jet could figure was that she was unsure of herself. She just wished that there was some sort of pattern to the way she smiled at her.
“What happened just now?” Jet said looking out the window at a curiously fat pigeon.
“I could ask you the same thing…” A.C. said starting to straighten up her desk.
“No…I mean…” Jet said imagining poking the fat little pigeon, “…I mean how you pushed me away, and then you give me a smile as if you really liked it…”
“Did I say I really liked it?” A.C. said placing the last pile of papers upon her desk.
Jet turned to look into her face so quickly she nearly fell over for dizziness. “What are you talking about…?” she said surprisingly unable to finish the question as her heart sank. A.C. seemed disgusted at this point. Jet’s head began to spin, and her disappointment turned to anger.
“Why do you treat me this way?!” Jet screamed at her.
“Please, Jet, lower your voice.” A.C. said trying to calm her.
“Don’t speak to me like I am a stupid little child!”
“You’re only eighteen, Jet, you’re still a child.”
“I’m a fucking agent, A.C.! I’m not just some random kid off the street anymore! I carry a gun on my hip, I know how to kill a man with my bare hands, I capture dangerous criminals for a living!
“Besides, you’re not even two years older than me!” Jet screamed at her relentlessly.
“Please calm down…” A.C. said desperately, “…I didn’t mean for this to get so out of hand…I’m sorry Jet…”
Jet panted with rage, “How can I calm down with you treating me like this?! First you call me up here to tell me you’re on assignment with the biggest stiff in the agency! Then you’re all into it with me! Then you push me away and act as if nothing happened! And now you’re treating me like a child!
“If anyone’s being childish here, it’s you!” Jet continued angrily, “You’re denying the fact that we just made out and you totally liked it!”
“I can’t get into relationships with other agents, Jet, you know that!” A.C. said her face blushing, she seemed like she didn’t want to admit the truth.
“But that doesn’t change what we did!” Jet said her eyes blazing with rage.
“I know…” A.C. said looking down at her feet. “…but I have to end it right now before we go too far…”
“You may be able to turn this feeling on and off, A.C., but I can’t.” Jet said picking up her helmet off the desk and leaving her with a slightly shocked expression on her face.
When Jet reached the New York City street below she was nearly in tears, mostly tears of rage. She couldn’t, no matter how hard and long she thought, figure out A.C.’s behavior. It was just so mixed up.
As she sped down the busy streets, weaving in and around the cars like the fool she was. She thought of those first few weeks she had spent with A.C. Maybe, somehow, she would find the point where they went wrong.
8:00am
December 12th, 2004 (the year before)
Chicago, IL
“You’re looking a lot better today…” A.C. said after knocked lightly on the hospital room door. “How are you feeling?”
Jet tried to hide a wince as she finished pulling a fresh shirt down over her bandaged chest. “I’m fine…” Jet lied as she shoved what little stuff she had into a back pack bag. “…what are you doing here?”
“I figured you’d appreciate an explanation.”
“Yeah, that would be nice.” Jet said tossing her hair about while she watched her reflection in the mirror on the wall. “It’s not exactly a common occurrence to be rescued by a bunch of strangers and sent to a private hospital, even for me.”
“I would hope that someone would have had the decency to at least call an ambulance…” A.C. said with disbelief.
“Probably not, but that’s why you were there wasn’t it?” Jet said looking at her curiously.
“Not exactly…” A.C. said as if trying to avoid the subject.
“What do you mean not exactly?” Jet asked with a smile.
“The real reason ANGELs was there was for Chris Barolo.” A.C. said vaguely hinting at something.
“Why?!” Jet said shocked, “You’re not cops are you?”
“Not exactly…”
“You sure use that phrase a lot don’t you…”
“Well…the thing is, I can’t tell you all that much, it’s confidential.”
“If you’re not a cop then how can you be out for Chris?” Jet asked calmly, “Are you guys assassins?”
“Far from it!” A.C. said indignantly.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend.” Jet said throwing up her hands innocently. “But you did kill him the other night, I’m not an idiot.”
“That was an unfortunate incident…” A.C. said casting down her gaze sadly. “I’m afraid I’m in a bit of trouble about that one.”
There was a long awkward silence in which neither of them could figure out what to say next. Jet was completely baffled about this whole affair and A.C. seemed to be trying to find some way of explaining this without really telling her anything.
Finally Jet spoke up, “So…if you can’t tell me anything…than why did you come here again?”
“Well…” A.C. said looking at her nervously, “…I was just wondering if you really had anywhere to go… I mean a place to stay…”
“Where is this hospital anyway?”
“It’s just outside of Chicago, at our headquarters.”
“Our headquarters?” Jet asked slinging the backpack over her shoulder and looking up at A.C. curiously. “You’re really serious about this whole agency thing aren’t you. I thought you guys were just pulling my leg.”
“Yeah…I get that a lot…” A.C. said looking at Jet miserably.
“Okay…” Jet said giving A.C. an odd look, “…well I’m going to leave now…”
“Do you even know where you’re going?” A.C. said watching her as she walked past her and out the door.
“No…but that’s what makes it fun…” Jet said with a playful wink.
“Jet!” A.C. said calling after her.
“Yeah?” she said twirling around with a smile.
“If you run into any trouble…just call me, here’s my number.” A.C. took out a crinkled business card and wrote a home phone number on the back and handed it to Jet. “I mean it…just call.”
Jet nodded her head with enthusiasm but was really quite confused. She had no clue why this stranger was being so friendly. All she could tell was that the worry in A.C.’s eyes made her fearful to walk out the hospital door.
7:29am
November 2nd, 2005
New York City, NY
Jet sat fuming over a cup of latte in the back of the corner coffee shop just a few blocks from ANGELs New York office. She had no clue why she had ordered a latte, she hated coffee. In fact she had never even been in a coffee shop until A.C. convinced her to meet her there for lunch one day a few months ago.
More than anything she had no idea why she had even came in here. She figured that it was because A.C. and she had spent many lunches here together in the past few weeks. The loud noises and many faces seemed to comfort her, she hated being alone, her entire childhood had been spent alone in the corner of her mother’s apartment.
But rather than calming her, the place seemed to enrage her. She saw A.C.’s face in every laughing stranger, and she heard her in every chatting couple spread across the café. In fact she began to glare at every passerby so appallingly that after a while that everyone in the coffee shop avoided that corner of the café.
“Excuse me Miss…” said a kindly waiter, who nearly shook with fear. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave…”
The man jumped back like a frightened little animal as Jet stood up suddenly drawing a handgun out from under her jacket. She fiercely pointed the gun at the poor man’s forehead and smiled madly, “Do you know what it feels like to have your brains blown out?”
“N—no…” he stuttered, beads of sweat pouring down his face.
“It feels a whole lot better than having your heart ripped to pieces…” Jet said quietly. She lowered the gun slowly, calmly turned and left the stunned silent café.
9:04pm
January 5th, 2005 (about ten months before)
New York City, NY
“Hey honey…how’s about you and I go for a little ride?” came a mysterious voice from within the car that pulled up beside Jet.
“I don’t know…” Jet said leaning down to look into the window, “…not really my kind of ride…”
“I’d be willing to make it worth you’re while…” the man said while he slicked back his hair. He was looking at himself in the rearview mirror and smiling as if to say, ‘I’m gorgeous, aren’t I?’
“I don’t know…I don’t really go for self-centered stiff types…” Jet said standing up straight and stepping back up onto the curb.
“What did you just say?!” the man in the car screamed at her as he pulled a gun. “No one speaks to Brad Barolo like that!”
“Barolo?” Jet whispered fearfully to herself, “Shit, I had to go and piss off his brother…” Without another word she took off running, and it was a good thing she did, for just seconds latter flashing lights and sirens filled the back street.
It was nearly two more hours of freezing hands and feet later, on another back street that she managed to catch the attention of another driver. When the sports car pulled up beside her she hardly dared to walk up to the window, but cold and hunger had already driven her this far.
The power window went down with a slight hum and she peaked inside. There in the driver’s seat was what she could only tell to be a short and slim man with dark shades. “You want to go somewhere a bit warmer?” the stranger said in a muffled voice.
“I don’t know…” Jet said eyeing the stranger cautiously. “…what can you offer me?”
The stranger tossed a wad of twenties on the passenger’s seat and looked at her with an odd smile, “That and a nice quiet meal…”
Jet picked up the wad of cash greedily and climbed into the car. The stranger stepped on the gas and speed around the corner. For a long time neither of them said anything.
Finally the stranger spoke up, taking the shades off at last, “I’m surprised to see you here, Jet.”
“A.C.?! What the hell are you doing picking up women off the street?” Jet said staring astounded at her as she took off her disguise.
“I don’t know…you’re kind of cute…” A.C. said with a wink.
“Don’t kid like that…” Jet said quietly.
“So what are you doing selling yourself like this?” A.C. asked as if disappointed in her.
“Just tell me what you want…” Jet said staring out the window at the passing cars and lighted restaurants.
“What are you talking about?” A.C. said glancing at her occasionally with curiosity.
“You paid me didn’t you? What do you want?”
“You’re not telling me you’ve got experience with this are you?”
“Don’t judge me, I only do it to survive.”
“How can you let a man do that to you?”
“I feel nothing…” Jet said continuing quietly, barely audible, “…at least if it’s a man…”
“What are you mumbling about?” A.C. asked.
“Just tell me what you want or let me out of the car.”
“Here it is.” A.C. said stopping the car.
“Here’s what?”
“My apartment,” said A.C. with a wink, “wanna come up?”
Jet didn’t know what to think. She wanted desperately for her teasing to be true, but no matter how much she hoped she knew that A.C. was probably only doing this to get her off the street.
A few minutes later they were sitting on A.C.’s warm couch idly watching the T.V. as if it had hypnotized them. Suddenly Jet took a sip of her drink and spoke up, “So…is this what you normally do on dates?”
“This isn’t a date.” She said shortly, looking at her pensively.
“Then what is it?” Jet asked with a playful smile.
“It’s…well…it’s a…”
“Yeah…that’s what I thought…” Jet said standing up and kneeling in front of her, a dangerous smile spreading across her face.
“What are you doing?” A.C. asked sleepily.
“Doing my job…” Jet whispered in her ear as she leaned over her.
“You’re just a little girl, Jet…” A.C. said looking up into her eyes dizzily.
“You’re just a little bit drunk, A.C., I think you’ve had just a little bit too much wine.” At this she took the wine glass from A.C.’s hand and drained it happily, licking her lips.
“…Ace…” A.C. said her eyes closing sleepily.
Jet stood up and backed away from her. Had she really said Ace? Maybe that guy was her boyfriend? Jet pulled a blanket over A.C. and sat down on the coffee table in front of her, watching her sorrowfully.
After a long time Jet stood up and stretched. Before she left A.C. to sleep she couldn’t resist but to kiss her softly and whisper “Goodnight…” before she went into the kitchen to find something to eat.
2:04am
November 3rd, 2005
New York City, NY
“Where have you been?!” A.C. insisted angrily just as Jet stumbled into the apartment.
“I’ve been…ah…clearing my head…” Jet mumbled, dizzily winding her way into the room. She looked up into A.C.’s frightened face with glazed eyes, “…why are you here?”
“Looking for you of course…” A.C. said with a lot more relief than she seemed willing to admit. “… did you go out and get drunk again?”
“…no!” Jet said with a fake gasp, “… how could you ever suggest such a thing?!”
“Don’t joke around like that, Jet, I’m being serious!” A.C. said with a hurt expression upon her face.
Jet collapsed into the first chair she found and looked up at A.C. with an oblivious smile, “What’s the matter A.C.?”
“What do you mean ‘what’s the matter’?!” A.C. nearly screamed at her, “You’ve been gone all day and half of the night! What was I supposed to think?! I can’t stand this any longer, Jet!”
“Can’t stand what?” Jet said, sitting up straight and looking her square in the face. “All the lying? All the bullshit? All this fighting?”
“I can’t stand you disappearing all the time, and then showing up at home piss drunk!” A.C. said ignoring her.
“Maybe I wouldn’t have to,” Jet said standing up so quick that she nearly fell down again. “if you would just listen to me for once!”
“What are you talking about?” A.C. said watching Jet teeter as she tried to remain standing.
Jet fell back into the chair with a bounce and looked up at her irritably. “You just won’t ever get it will you?” She leaned back, closed her eyes and heaved a sigh.
A.C. kneeled down in front of her, watching her sorrowfully. She absentmindedly reached out her hand and brushed the bangs from Jet’s face.
“Don’t touch me!” Jet said, pushing away her hand.
“You’re bleeding!” said A.C. as she spotted a cut on her face. “What did you do?!”
“It’s nothing…” Jet said, her head still back and her eyes closed tiredly, “…I just fell…”
“No it’s not nothing…” A.C. said worriedly. “What happened?”
“You don’t need to treat me like a baby!” Jet said opening her eyes and glaring at her, “I can take care of myself!”
Jet turned her glance away and stared off into the distance for a while. She needed to calm down before she did anything stupid. But she hated A.C. so much right then.
A.C. reached out and softly turned her head so she had no choice but to look into her face. “Why do you do this to yourself?” A.C. said, tears welling up in her eyes.
Jet ripped away from her grip. No matter how much she wanted to feel her touch she couldn’t let A.C. know that. “Just leave me alone!” she screamed at her suddenly.
A.C. was quiet for a moment. She simply sat there and watched Jet fuming. Then she spoke up in a shaky voice, as if she knew that what she was saying was going to cost her, “No…I won’t leave you alone until we talk about this…”
Jet was, to say the least, stunned. A.C. had much experience with Jet’s temper and would never do anything so daring. But what really surprised Jet was the fact that she actually wanted to talk; A.C. had the habit of trying to ignore their problems and pretend like they didn’t have any.
Suddenly Jet pulled out her hand gun and pointed it at A.C. She held it to A.C.’s forehead for several moments before her brain realized what she was doing. Part of her was still angry at A.C. for so bluntly rejecting her. Another part of her was frightened at A.C.’s sudden change in behavior. But the main reason, Jet soon realized, was that all the alcohol in her system had her on the edge of doing something, anything, desperate.
A.C. held firm, yet her eyes quivered as she tried to hold back the tears. It felt as if Jet’s heart had been stabbed as she looked at her. No matter how drunk she was, or how full of rage she was, Jet could not stand to see the look of fear in A.C.’s eyes.
Jet lowered the gun slowly and fiercely tried to keep from crying. She watched as A.C. took the gun from her hand, placed it on the ground, and took a hold of Jet’s outstretched arm. It was only as A.C. put her arms around her and held her close did she feel anything at all.
Suddenly the tears began to fall and the terrible world around her melted away, as if A.C.’s touch had sobered her completely. She could feel the cut on her head stinging and throbbing with pain, she could feel how warm and soft A.C.’s cheek was against hers; she could even feel A.C.’s heart beating against her chest.
“I’m sorry…” A.C. whispered in Jet’s ear. “…I’m so sorry…”
“Oh why are you apologizing?” Jet whispered angrily more to herself than to A.C. She pulled back and looked into A.C.’s face, her heart aching painfully. “I can’t believe that I pulled a gun on you…I…I’m so…” Jet tried to apologize.
A.C. didn’t say anything she simply looked deeply into Jet’s eyes as if searching for something. Then, suddenly and out of nowhere she kissed her. A.C. kissed her like she really meant it and the look on her face when she finally leaned back was so full of longing that Jet couldn’t help but smile, like she hadn’t smiled in months.
“We should get some sleep…” A.C. said breathlessly, trying desperately to avoid Jet’s eyes.
“Why won’t you look at me?” Jet whispered to her, knowing perfectly well why she couldn’t look at her.
A.C. glanced at her for only the slightest moment. “Because…I…can’t…”
Jet smiled wildly, flames of passion igniting in her eyes. She pushed A.C. down onto the floor and laughed as A.C. struggled to make herself resist. “Please…Jet…” she said as Jet hung inches from her lips, on her hands and knees above her. “…don’t…”
Jet looked deep into her emerald eyes and spoke with utmost sincerity “…if you can honestly say that you don’t want this…then say it now and I’ll stop…”
“I…I…” A.C. desperately tried to lie, but Jet could tell so she gave up, “I…can’t… Oh how I wish I could say I didn’t want this!”
“Don’t hold back anymore, A.C., ‘only God can judge you…’” Jet whispered lovingly to her, “I know you want this as much as I do!”
“NO!” A.C. said pulling on Jet’s collar so forcefully that she fell on top of her. A.C.’s eyes flashed with passionate flames, “…I want it so much more!”
They went mad in a fit of their passionate embrace. The world around them disappeared, all they felt, all they saw, all they tasted was each other. Jet ripped open A.C.’s blouse, the buttons popping off in every other direction, and kissed down her chest and stomach. A.C. heaved in ecstasy, screaming with pleasure.
A.C. launched at Jet, taking her by utter enjoyable surprise and pinned her to the ground, kissing and tasting the sweet flesh of her neck and shoulders, ripping off anything that came in her way. Jet could feel the pleasure rising up within her as she felt A.C.’s bare chest against hers.
“Oh!” Jet moaned joyfully, she grabbed onto the couch cushion beside her pleasurably. She couldn’t believe that she finally had all that she wanted, all of A.C.’s passion.
“I’ve never…wanted something…so much…” A.C. panted, “…as I’ve wanted…you…”
Jet looked around them, seeing their surroundings for the first time. Their clothes were scattered across the room, almost every piece of furniture had been toppled over in their play. She smiled happily.
“Now that we’ve destroyed this room…” A.C. said breathing heavily, “…how about we go to bed?”
“I couldn’t sleep if you knocked me over the head with a brick…” Jet said running her fingers through A.C.’s hair with a smile.
A.C. grinned, “I never said we were going to sleep…” Suddenly she leapt up and raced for the bedroom door.
Jet laid on the floor for a moment, completely in shock, shivering now that A.C. had left her. “Wait!” she called after her.
She raced across the apartment after A.C. She jumped into the bed and tackled A.C. playfully, “I never knew you were this wild…”
Suddenly the smile on A.C.’s face disappeared. “Please hold me Jet…” she whispered. “…I’m so cold…”
“I don’t know why…you’ve got a ton of blankets on your bed…” Jet said trying to get rid of the sadness in A.C.’s eyes.
“No…” A.C. said wrapping her arms around her and pulling her close, “…I’m lonely without you…”
Jet was surprised once again when A.C. fell asleep right then and there. Jet’s heart raced as she thought of all that had happened during that day. She wanted to think that it was too good to be true, but the pain in her heart told her different.
TBC…
10:38pm
December 8, 2004
Chicago, IL
Three shots were fired across the shadowed alleyway, each lighting up the rain soaked brick walls like a flash of lightening. The sound rang and bounced off the tin trash cans as if the bullets had gone loose and were bouncing around themselves. A blood curdling scream was drowned in the downpour of freezing rain that fell from the jet black sky.
Suddenly, out from the alley, ran a young woman who was as wet as if she had been standing in the rain for hours. She ran as fast as she possibly could, her hot breath swirling around her pale face and tears streaming from her dark blue eyes. Shots rang behind her as she splashed down the deserted street, the dim streetlamps only giving her path an odd orange glow.
A shot suddenly deafened her right ear as it whizzed past it, just barely missing her bony shoulder. She closed her eyes painfully as another bullet pierced her right side but continued to run as if nothing had happened. As blood began to drip down her soaked clothes she began to slow.
A voice came from behind her, “There’s no use in running, Catherine!”
The girl’s pace slowed and she fell heavily to the wet, muddy pavement. “You’ll never get away with this Chris!” the jet-black-haired girl spit out miserably.
“Oh really?” said the tall, muscular man who was now standing just a few feet from her. “…but I already have.”
Catherine jammed her eyes shut, waiting for the shot that would end her terrible pain. “God I don’t want to die like this…” she muttered as blood dripped down her chin.
BANG! A shot fired and one last flash illuminated the empty street. A loud thud followed as her pursuer feel to the ground in a pool of his own blood.
“What…?” Catherine whispered as she tried to look up.
Beside her stood a dark figure, a smoking gun in hand. The faint light of the streetlamp surrounded the strangers head like a halo. Catherine had only time to see two other dark unrecognizable figures come from behind her before she fell exhaustedly to the ground.
Before she lost all consciousness she heard what she could only believe to be an angel’s voice whisper to her, “Only God can judge you…”
10:31am
December 11th, 2004
Chicago, IL
“She’s awake…” was the first thing Catherine heard when she came-to. She blinked her eyes in the bright light and looked for the source of the sound. It was the same voice she had heard before, the angel’s voice.
“Hey, kid…” a young brunette woman said with an encouraging smile. Catherine was confused as to why she was addressing her this way, seeing as she couldn’t be anymore that two or three years older than her.
“Where am I?” Catherine said trying to sit up but she was barely strong enough to lift her head.
“Please sit still…” the girl said in quite a different voice, the voice Catherine recognized as the stranger from the other night. The angelic girl looked down at her with strange mix of motherly concern and stern reservation. “…you’ve been asleep a long time…you’re not strong enough to move around…”
“Who are you?” Catherine coughed out painfully as she tried to take a deep breath.
“I’m…well…you can call me A.C.” she said trying to distract herself with some papers on the bed-side table beside her.
“I…I thought you were an angel…” Catherine said absentmindedly, “…I mean the other night…”
“Really?” A.C. asked awkwardly, “…I don’t know why…”
“You were standing above me…and the light around your head…” She stopped as A.C. raised a confused eyebrow, “…never mind.”
“Okay…?” she looked down at Catherine awkwardly, “What’s your name anyway?”
Catherine sat up painfully, “Not until you tell me where I am and what I’m doing here.”
Again A.C. lifted an eyebrow, “This is the hospital ward of A.N.G.E.L.S. headquarters, and you’re here because you were shot and you needed immediate medical attention.”
“Yeah but why did you and these ‘angels’ rescue me in the first place?!” she asked.
“Nah uh…” A.C. said shaking her head, “…first you tell me your name…let’s not be impolite now…”
She sat up straight nervously and pulled the jet black hair away from her eyes, “…it’s…” she looked around, the last thing she wanted to do was tell this stranger, no matter how enchanting she seemed, her real name. “…it’s Jet…”
“That can’t be your real name, now, can it?” A.C. said with a smile that sent a strange sensation down Jet’s chest.
“You didn’t exactly tell me your real name.” Jet stated bluntly.
“That’s true…” A.C. laughed quietly.
“What are you doing in here Agent G?” A slightly more masculine voice came from behind A.C. “Upsetting the patient?”
“I was only talking to her Ace.” A.C. said turning to look in the grim face of a muscular man in his late twenties who was wearing a slick green uniform.
A.C. continued to smile at him, but his neutral expression continued even as he turned to look at Jet. He still spoke to A.C. though, “The patient seems to have improved much over the past three days.”
“’The patient’ has a name you know, Ace. It’s Jet.” A.C. said looking firmly into his steel gray eyes.
Ace looked at A.C. with an odd expression, and then looked down at Jet once again, his face returning to it’s oh-so-familiar solemn neutrality. “No matter, the patient shall be released from ANGELS’s Medical Center tomorrow morning due to her inability to pay for her care…”
“How do you know she can’t pay?” A.C. said with more indignation than she planned to let on.
“First of all, Agent G, we found her bleeding to death in an abandoned street in the poorest district of Chicago…”
“So?” A.C. asked him expectantly.
“Secondly, it’s right here in her file—“
“What file?!” Jet said feeling not quite unlike a child left out of an adult conversation.
Ace ignored her and continued to look at A.C. as if she was acting uncharacteristically foolish, “…it says here that her last know residence was her mother’s home in 2002…she hasn’t been seen there for nearly 16 months… before she got mixed up in this business with Chris Barolo…she was arrested three times for—“
“I’ve heard enough Ace…I don’t need you to tell me every pointless fact that’s written in that file…” A.C. said irritably.
“These are not pointless facts…this is concrete research…” Ace said with only the slightest hint of being offended.
A.C. turned and looked down at Jet as she spoke to him, “Ace, you know perfectly well how much bullshit those files are filled with; you’ve seen mine.”
“Either way…” he said as he turned and left the room, “She’s out of here by tomorrow unless she agrees to the contract.”
“What contract is he talking about?” Jet asked, confusion beginning to throb in her head.
“Don’t worry about that right now…” she said with a smile that made Jet’s heart race. Jet tried to shake the feeling away, but she only managed to make herself dizzy.
“You should sleep now…” A.C. said, looking at her with an odd expression on her face.
Jet laid back and closed her eyes, but she couldn’t sleep with the feeling of A.C.’s gaze upon her. The picture of her shining face would not leave her mind’s eye no matter how hard she tried to think of other things. Finally she just gave up trying and listened to the sounds around her until sleep caught a hold of her.
7:08am
November 2nd, 2005 (11 months later)
New York City, NY
“You’re late.” A.C. said, looking up at a breathless and rain soaked Jet as she crashed into her office.
“Sorry…traffic…” Jet said, setting her motorcycle helmet down on A.C.’s desk and scattering a pile of papers to the ground. “…God! …sorry!”
“I’m not God…” A.C. said absentmindedly as they both bent down to pick up the mess. “…don’t worry about it Jet. I’ll get it.”
“No…I knocked it—“ at that moment she looked up into A.C.’s face as she met her gaze. A.C. blushed, but Jet smiled widely.
They stood up awkwardly. “Sorry…” they said in unison. They both laughed.
“So…” Jet said trying desperately to start up any kind of conversation, “…you said you had an important assignment for me…”
“Actually…” A.C. said with a grim look on her face, “…Headquarters assigned Ace as my partner on this one…”
“Again?!” Jet said with disappointment and frustration very evident in her voice.
“I’m quite sick of him too…” A.C. said looking out the office window idly.
“That’s not what I heard…” Jet said in a disgusted voice that was just barely audible.
“What are you talking about?!” A.C. said in a loud, indignant voice.
“Just forget it… So if you didn’t call me up here to give me an assignment then what did you call me up here for?” Jet said twirling the pens and pencils around in the coffee mug on A.C.’s desk.
“I wanted to tell you that’s all…” A.C. said watching her cautiously, as if expecting her to explode.
“More like rub it in my face…” Jet whispered to herself angrily.
“Why do you keep mumbling to yourself like that?!” A.C. asked angrily.
“Why do you even care?!” Jet exploded, angrily throwing the stuff off of A.C.’s desk.
“Why are you always getting so angry at me?!” A.C. yelled at her. “All I try to do is get along and you explode in my face!”
“I just don’t see why the hell you care!” Jet screamed at her, rage tossing her short black hair about.
Suddenly A.C. pinned Jet to the wall, her eyes burning with rage. Jet merely stared at her with wide eyes, completely shocked. A playful smile spread across her face as A.C. heatedly warned her, “Don’t make the mistake of thinking I’ll just stand back and let you destroy my office…”
“I—“ Jet tried to say but A.C. interrupted her.
“…For nearly a year now I’ve endured your childish outbreaks, your destructive short-temper, and your foolish contradiction of the rules… but I can’t stand it any longer!”
“If that’s the truth…” Jet said staring into her emerald green eyes, only inches from her’s. “…then why don’t you fire me already…”
“…because…” A.C. said looking away as if searching for the right words, “…because…I can’t…”
Jet couldn’t stand the tension anymore, half of her wanted to push her away before she suffocated the other half wanted to do something not even she would normally dare. As A.C. looked up into her eyes she took a deep breath and did exactly what she had wanted to do for months.
With one quick movement she grabbed A.C. by the shoulders spun her around so that she was pinned to the wall, pressed her body up close to hers and kissed her passionately.
Jet’s heart raced as she waited for a response. She stepped back only a slight bit and looked into A.C.’s face. A.C. looked astounded that she would ever dare touch her the way she had, no less kiss her. Her face was a bright color of pink and her eyes shivered as if she were about to cry.
Jet wanted to shoot her own brains out for being so stupid. How could she have made such a move on A.C., the only friend she had in the world? Just as tears were about to slip from her eyes she caught a glimpse of the sparkle in A.C.’s eyes. A.C. gave a weak smile, as if begging her not to cry. But it was the way that she looked at her that made her heart race. The hair stood up on the back of her neck, her eyes had said what her lips dared not say.
Jet pressed right up against her chest, she could feel her heart beating wild; she smiled like a child looking in the window of a candy shop. She ran her fingers through A.C.’s hair and A.C. closed her eyes happily. Jet kissed her again and went wild as A.C. let back her resistance and kissed her back. She breathed heavily as she tasted A.C.’s sweet skin, kissing her all around her neck and shoulders.
“Jet…we…I…” A.C. feebly tried to protest.
“You’ve…made my…heart…race wild…since…the first…night I saw…you…” Jet panted.
“Please…stop…before…”
“Before…what?” Jet said while kissing up and down her neck.
“…before this goes too far!” A.C. said quite firmly, pushing Jet off of her.
“…I don’t get you A.C. One minute you’re all into it and the next you’d think you hate me…” Jet said straightening up and slicking her hair back.
A.C. buttoned up a loose button on her blouse, combed her hair back with her fingers, and walked calmly over to her desk. And after a long silence decided that it was no use to try and ignore Jet any further. She sat down in her chair and looked up at her with her characteristic smile.
“Don’t smile like that…” Jet said a bit more angrily than she had intended.
“Smile like what?” A.C. said glad that the silence had ended.
Jet didn’t know how to explain it, but the way A.C. looked at her sometimes, it just made her heart race. For some reason A.C. was always sending her mixed signals, all Jet could figure was that she was unsure of herself. She just wished that there was some sort of pattern to the way she smiled at her.
“What happened just now?” Jet said looking out the window at a curiously fat pigeon.
“I could ask you the same thing…” A.C. said starting to straighten up her desk.
“No…I mean…” Jet said imagining poking the fat little pigeon, “…I mean how you pushed me away, and then you give me a smile as if you really liked it…”
“Did I say I really liked it?” A.C. said placing the last pile of papers upon her desk.
Jet turned to look into her face so quickly she nearly fell over for dizziness. “What are you talking about…?” she said surprisingly unable to finish the question as her heart sank. A.C. seemed disgusted at this point. Jet’s head began to spin, and her disappointment turned to anger.
“Why do you treat me this way?!” Jet screamed at her.
“Please, Jet, lower your voice.” A.C. said trying to calm her.
“Don’t speak to me like I am a stupid little child!”
“You’re only eighteen, Jet, you’re still a child.”
“I’m a fucking agent, A.C.! I’m not just some random kid off the street anymore! I carry a gun on my hip, I know how to kill a man with my bare hands, I capture dangerous criminals for a living!
“Besides, you’re not even two years older than me!” Jet screamed at her relentlessly.
“Please calm down…” A.C. said desperately, “…I didn’t mean for this to get so out of hand…I’m sorry Jet…”
Jet panted with rage, “How can I calm down with you treating me like this?! First you call me up here to tell me you’re on assignment with the biggest stiff in the agency! Then you’re all into it with me! Then you push me away and act as if nothing happened! And now you’re treating me like a child!
“If anyone’s being childish here, it’s you!” Jet continued angrily, “You’re denying the fact that we just made out and you totally liked it!”
“I can’t get into relationships with other agents, Jet, you know that!” A.C. said her face blushing, she seemed like she didn’t want to admit the truth.
“But that doesn’t change what we did!” Jet said her eyes blazing with rage.
“I know…” A.C. said looking down at her feet. “…but I have to end it right now before we go too far…”
“You may be able to turn this feeling on and off, A.C., but I can’t.” Jet said picking up her helmet off the desk and leaving her with a slightly shocked expression on her face.
When Jet reached the New York City street below she was nearly in tears, mostly tears of rage. She couldn’t, no matter how hard and long she thought, figure out A.C.’s behavior. It was just so mixed up.
As she sped down the busy streets, weaving in and around the cars like the fool she was. She thought of those first few weeks she had spent with A.C. Maybe, somehow, she would find the point where they went wrong.
8:00am
December 12th, 2004 (the year before)
Chicago, IL
“You’re looking a lot better today…” A.C. said after knocked lightly on the hospital room door. “How are you feeling?”
Jet tried to hide a wince as she finished pulling a fresh shirt down over her bandaged chest. “I’m fine…” Jet lied as she shoved what little stuff she had into a back pack bag. “…what are you doing here?”
“I figured you’d appreciate an explanation.”
“Yeah, that would be nice.” Jet said tossing her hair about while she watched her reflection in the mirror on the wall. “It’s not exactly a common occurrence to be rescued by a bunch of strangers and sent to a private hospital, even for me.”
“I would hope that someone would have had the decency to at least call an ambulance…” A.C. said with disbelief.
“Probably not, but that’s why you were there wasn’t it?” Jet said looking at her curiously.
“Not exactly…” A.C. said as if trying to avoid the subject.
“What do you mean not exactly?” Jet asked with a smile.
“The real reason ANGELs was there was for Chris Barolo.” A.C. said vaguely hinting at something.
“Why?!” Jet said shocked, “You’re not cops are you?”
“Not exactly…”
“You sure use that phrase a lot don’t you…”
“Well…the thing is, I can’t tell you all that much, it’s confidential.”
“If you’re not a cop then how can you be out for Chris?” Jet asked calmly, “Are you guys assassins?”
“Far from it!” A.C. said indignantly.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend.” Jet said throwing up her hands innocently. “But you did kill him the other night, I’m not an idiot.”
“That was an unfortunate incident…” A.C. said casting down her gaze sadly. “I’m afraid I’m in a bit of trouble about that one.”
There was a long awkward silence in which neither of them could figure out what to say next. Jet was completely baffled about this whole affair and A.C. seemed to be trying to find some way of explaining this without really telling her anything.
Finally Jet spoke up, “So…if you can’t tell me anything…than why did you come here again?”
“Well…” A.C. said looking at her nervously, “…I was just wondering if you really had anywhere to go… I mean a place to stay…”
“Where is this hospital anyway?”
“It’s just outside of Chicago, at our headquarters.”
“Our headquarters?” Jet asked slinging the backpack over her shoulder and looking up at A.C. curiously. “You’re really serious about this whole agency thing aren’t you. I thought you guys were just pulling my leg.”
“Yeah…I get that a lot…” A.C. said looking at Jet miserably.
“Okay…” Jet said giving A.C. an odd look, “…well I’m going to leave now…”
“Do you even know where you’re going?” A.C. said watching her as she walked past her and out the door.
“No…but that’s what makes it fun…” Jet said with a playful wink.
“Jet!” A.C. said calling after her.
“Yeah?” she said twirling around with a smile.
“If you run into any trouble…just call me, here’s my number.” A.C. took out a crinkled business card and wrote a home phone number on the back and handed it to Jet. “I mean it…just call.”
Jet nodded her head with enthusiasm but was really quite confused. She had no clue why this stranger was being so friendly. All she could tell was that the worry in A.C.’s eyes made her fearful to walk out the hospital door.
7:29am
November 2nd, 2005
New York City, NY
Jet sat fuming over a cup of latte in the back of the corner coffee shop just a few blocks from ANGELs New York office. She had no clue why she had ordered a latte, she hated coffee. In fact she had never even been in a coffee shop until A.C. convinced her to meet her there for lunch one day a few months ago.
More than anything she had no idea why she had even came in here. She figured that it was because A.C. and she had spent many lunches here together in the past few weeks. The loud noises and many faces seemed to comfort her, she hated being alone, her entire childhood had been spent alone in the corner of her mother’s apartment.
But rather than calming her, the place seemed to enrage her. She saw A.C.’s face in every laughing stranger, and she heard her in every chatting couple spread across the café. In fact she began to glare at every passerby so appallingly that after a while that everyone in the coffee shop avoided that corner of the café.
“Excuse me Miss…” said a kindly waiter, who nearly shook with fear. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave…”
The man jumped back like a frightened little animal as Jet stood up suddenly drawing a handgun out from under her jacket. She fiercely pointed the gun at the poor man’s forehead and smiled madly, “Do you know what it feels like to have your brains blown out?”
“N—no…” he stuttered, beads of sweat pouring down his face.
“It feels a whole lot better than having your heart ripped to pieces…” Jet said quietly. She lowered the gun slowly, calmly turned and left the stunned silent café.
9:04pm
January 5th, 2005 (about ten months before)
New York City, NY
“Hey honey…how’s about you and I go for a little ride?” came a mysterious voice from within the car that pulled up beside Jet.
“I don’t know…” Jet said leaning down to look into the window, “…not really my kind of ride…”
“I’d be willing to make it worth you’re while…” the man said while he slicked back his hair. He was looking at himself in the rearview mirror and smiling as if to say, ‘I’m gorgeous, aren’t I?’
“I don’t know…I don’t really go for self-centered stiff types…” Jet said standing up straight and stepping back up onto the curb.
“What did you just say?!” the man in the car screamed at her as he pulled a gun. “No one speaks to Brad Barolo like that!”
“Barolo?” Jet whispered fearfully to herself, “Shit, I had to go and piss off his brother…” Without another word she took off running, and it was a good thing she did, for just seconds latter flashing lights and sirens filled the back street.
It was nearly two more hours of freezing hands and feet later, on another back street that she managed to catch the attention of another driver. When the sports car pulled up beside her she hardly dared to walk up to the window, but cold and hunger had already driven her this far.
The power window went down with a slight hum and she peaked inside. There in the driver’s seat was what she could only tell to be a short and slim man with dark shades. “You want to go somewhere a bit warmer?” the stranger said in a muffled voice.
“I don’t know…” Jet said eyeing the stranger cautiously. “…what can you offer me?”
The stranger tossed a wad of twenties on the passenger’s seat and looked at her with an odd smile, “That and a nice quiet meal…”
Jet picked up the wad of cash greedily and climbed into the car. The stranger stepped on the gas and speed around the corner. For a long time neither of them said anything.
Finally the stranger spoke up, taking the shades off at last, “I’m surprised to see you here, Jet.”
“A.C.?! What the hell are you doing picking up women off the street?” Jet said staring astounded at her as she took off her disguise.
“I don’t know…you’re kind of cute…” A.C. said with a wink.
“Don’t kid like that…” Jet said quietly.
“So what are you doing selling yourself like this?” A.C. asked as if disappointed in her.
“Just tell me what you want…” Jet said staring out the window at the passing cars and lighted restaurants.
“What are you talking about?” A.C. said glancing at her occasionally with curiosity.
“You paid me didn’t you? What do you want?”
“You’re not telling me you’ve got experience with this are you?”
“Don’t judge me, I only do it to survive.”
“How can you let a man do that to you?”
“I feel nothing…” Jet said continuing quietly, barely audible, “…at least if it’s a man…”
“What are you mumbling about?” A.C. asked.
“Just tell me what you want or let me out of the car.”
“Here it is.” A.C. said stopping the car.
“Here’s what?”
“My apartment,” said A.C. with a wink, “wanna come up?”
Jet didn’t know what to think. She wanted desperately for her teasing to be true, but no matter how much she hoped she knew that A.C. was probably only doing this to get her off the street.
A few minutes later they were sitting on A.C.’s warm couch idly watching the T.V. as if it had hypnotized them. Suddenly Jet took a sip of her drink and spoke up, “So…is this what you normally do on dates?”
“This isn’t a date.” She said shortly, looking at her pensively.
“Then what is it?” Jet asked with a playful smile.
“It’s…well…it’s a…”
“Yeah…that’s what I thought…” Jet said standing up and kneeling in front of her, a dangerous smile spreading across her face.
“What are you doing?” A.C. asked sleepily.
“Doing my job…” Jet whispered in her ear as she leaned over her.
“You’re just a little girl, Jet…” A.C. said looking up into her eyes dizzily.
“You’re just a little bit drunk, A.C., I think you’ve had just a little bit too much wine.” At this she took the wine glass from A.C.’s hand and drained it happily, licking her lips.
“…Ace…” A.C. said her eyes closing sleepily.
Jet stood up and backed away from her. Had she really said Ace? Maybe that guy was her boyfriend? Jet pulled a blanket over A.C. and sat down on the coffee table in front of her, watching her sorrowfully.
After a long time Jet stood up and stretched. Before she left A.C. to sleep she couldn’t resist but to kiss her softly and whisper “Goodnight…” before she went into the kitchen to find something to eat.
2:04am
November 3rd, 2005
New York City, NY
“Where have you been?!” A.C. insisted angrily just as Jet stumbled into the apartment.
“I’ve been…ah…clearing my head…” Jet mumbled, dizzily winding her way into the room. She looked up into A.C.’s frightened face with glazed eyes, “…why are you here?”
“Looking for you of course…” A.C. said with a lot more relief than she seemed willing to admit. “… did you go out and get drunk again?”
“…no!” Jet said with a fake gasp, “… how could you ever suggest such a thing?!”
“Don’t joke around like that, Jet, I’m being serious!” A.C. said with a hurt expression upon her face.
Jet collapsed into the first chair she found and looked up at A.C. with an oblivious smile, “What’s the matter A.C.?”
“What do you mean ‘what’s the matter’?!” A.C. nearly screamed at her, “You’ve been gone all day and half of the night! What was I supposed to think?! I can’t stand this any longer, Jet!”
“Can’t stand what?” Jet said, sitting up straight and looking her square in the face. “All the lying? All the bullshit? All this fighting?”
“I can’t stand you disappearing all the time, and then showing up at home piss drunk!” A.C. said ignoring her.
“Maybe I wouldn’t have to,” Jet said standing up so quick that she nearly fell down again. “if you would just listen to me for once!”
“What are you talking about?” A.C. said watching Jet teeter as she tried to remain standing.
Jet fell back into the chair with a bounce and looked up at her irritably. “You just won’t ever get it will you?” She leaned back, closed her eyes and heaved a sigh.
A.C. kneeled down in front of her, watching her sorrowfully. She absentmindedly reached out her hand and brushed the bangs from Jet’s face.
“Don’t touch me!” Jet said, pushing away her hand.
“You’re bleeding!” said A.C. as she spotted a cut on her face. “What did you do?!”
“It’s nothing…” Jet said, her head still back and her eyes closed tiredly, “…I just fell…”
“No it’s not nothing…” A.C. said worriedly. “What happened?”
“You don’t need to treat me like a baby!” Jet said opening her eyes and glaring at her, “I can take care of myself!”
Jet turned her glance away and stared off into the distance for a while. She needed to calm down before she did anything stupid. But she hated A.C. so much right then.
A.C. reached out and softly turned her head so she had no choice but to look into her face. “Why do you do this to yourself?” A.C. said, tears welling up in her eyes.
Jet ripped away from her grip. No matter how much she wanted to feel her touch she couldn’t let A.C. know that. “Just leave me alone!” she screamed at her suddenly.
A.C. was quiet for a moment. She simply sat there and watched Jet fuming. Then she spoke up in a shaky voice, as if she knew that what she was saying was going to cost her, “No…I won’t leave you alone until we talk about this…”
Jet was, to say the least, stunned. A.C. had much experience with Jet’s temper and would never do anything so daring. But what really surprised Jet was the fact that she actually wanted to talk; A.C. had the habit of trying to ignore their problems and pretend like they didn’t have any.
Suddenly Jet pulled out her hand gun and pointed it at A.C. She held it to A.C.’s forehead for several moments before her brain realized what she was doing. Part of her was still angry at A.C. for so bluntly rejecting her. Another part of her was frightened at A.C.’s sudden change in behavior. But the main reason, Jet soon realized, was that all the alcohol in her system had her on the edge of doing something, anything, desperate.
A.C. held firm, yet her eyes quivered as she tried to hold back the tears. It felt as if Jet’s heart had been stabbed as she looked at her. No matter how drunk she was, or how full of rage she was, Jet could not stand to see the look of fear in A.C.’s eyes.
Jet lowered the gun slowly and fiercely tried to keep from crying. She watched as A.C. took the gun from her hand, placed it on the ground, and took a hold of Jet’s outstretched arm. It was only as A.C. put her arms around her and held her close did she feel anything at all.
Suddenly the tears began to fall and the terrible world around her melted away, as if A.C.’s touch had sobered her completely. She could feel the cut on her head stinging and throbbing with pain, she could feel how warm and soft A.C.’s cheek was against hers; she could even feel A.C.’s heart beating against her chest.
“I’m sorry…” A.C. whispered in Jet’s ear. “…I’m so sorry…”
“Oh why are you apologizing?” Jet whispered angrily more to herself than to A.C. She pulled back and looked into A.C.’s face, her heart aching painfully. “I can’t believe that I pulled a gun on you…I…I’m so…” Jet tried to apologize.
A.C. didn’t say anything she simply looked deeply into Jet’s eyes as if searching for something. Then, suddenly and out of nowhere she kissed her. A.C. kissed her like she really meant it and the look on her face when she finally leaned back was so full of longing that Jet couldn’t help but smile, like she hadn’t smiled in months.
“We should get some sleep…” A.C. said breathlessly, trying desperately to avoid Jet’s eyes.
“Why won’t you look at me?” Jet whispered to her, knowing perfectly well why she couldn’t look at her.
A.C. glanced at her for only the slightest moment. “Because…I…can’t…”
Jet smiled wildly, flames of passion igniting in her eyes. She pushed A.C. down onto the floor and laughed as A.C. struggled to make herself resist. “Please…Jet…” she said as Jet hung inches from her lips, on her hands and knees above her. “…don’t…”
Jet looked deep into her emerald eyes and spoke with utmost sincerity “…if you can honestly say that you don’t want this…then say it now and I’ll stop…”
“I…I…” A.C. desperately tried to lie, but Jet could tell so she gave up, “I…can’t… Oh how I wish I could say I didn’t want this!”
“Don’t hold back anymore, A.C., ‘only God can judge you…’” Jet whispered lovingly to her, “I know you want this as much as I do!”
“NO!” A.C. said pulling on Jet’s collar so forcefully that she fell on top of her. A.C.’s eyes flashed with passionate flames, “…I want it so much more!”
They went mad in a fit of their passionate embrace. The world around them disappeared, all they felt, all they saw, all they tasted was each other. Jet ripped open A.C.’s blouse, the buttons popping off in every other direction, and kissed down her chest and stomach. A.C. heaved in ecstasy, screaming with pleasure.
A.C. launched at Jet, taking her by utter enjoyable surprise and pinned her to the ground, kissing and tasting the sweet flesh of her neck and shoulders, ripping off anything that came in her way. Jet could feel the pleasure rising up within her as she felt A.C.’s bare chest against hers.
“Oh!” Jet moaned joyfully, she grabbed onto the couch cushion beside her pleasurably. She couldn’t believe that she finally had all that she wanted, all of A.C.’s passion.
“I’ve never…wanted something…so much…” A.C. panted, “…as I’ve wanted…you…”
Jet looked around them, seeing their surroundings for the first time. Their clothes were scattered across the room, almost every piece of furniture had been toppled over in their play. She smiled happily.
“Now that we’ve destroyed this room…” A.C. said breathing heavily, “…how about we go to bed?”
“I couldn’t sleep if you knocked me over the head with a brick…” Jet said running her fingers through A.C.’s hair with a smile.
A.C. grinned, “I never said we were going to sleep…” Suddenly she leapt up and raced for the bedroom door.
Jet laid on the floor for a moment, completely in shock, shivering now that A.C. had left her. “Wait!” she called after her.
She raced across the apartment after A.C. She jumped into the bed and tackled A.C. playfully, “I never knew you were this wild…”
Suddenly the smile on A.C.’s face disappeared. “Please hold me Jet…” she whispered. “…I’m so cold…”
“I don’t know why…you’ve got a ton of blankets on your bed…” Jet said trying to get rid of the sadness in A.C.’s eyes.
“No…” A.C. said wrapping her arms around her and pulling her close, “…I’m lonely without you…”
Jet was surprised once again when A.C. fell asleep right then and there. Jet’s heart raced as she thought of all that had happened during that day. She wanted to think that it was too good to be true, but the pain in her heart told her different.
TBC…