Noelle - Day 305 (New Survivors Parts!)

Hi everybody!
I don't have a lot of time but I reaaaaally wanted to post some new Survivors parts today since I haven't done that in FOREVER and I have some readers starting to get annoyed by the lack of new material :D

Anyway, have fun reading:

The Survivors (Parts 35, 36, & 37)

Sam was a slow waker.  The light had prodded at his brain, demanding he regain consciousness.  He ignored it and put his face into the pillow.  Only when Jess prodded him in the shoulder did he decide to wake up, although only after five minutes of groaning.

"You kick in your sleep," Jess said.

"Good morning to you too," Sam commented.  "Are those donuts?"

"Yeah.  Might as well enjoy civilization while it lasts, right?"  She munched on a glazed while he started on the strawberry icings.

They both ate three and saved a few for snacks before Jess said, "Alright, let's see what's in these boxes, shall we?"

They quickly discovered two boxes of Jess’s silver disk grenades (all with different settings, ranging from “annoy-the-heck-out-of-Ava” grenades to the “sonic boom” ones)  Three boxes had nothing but prepackaged food, two had a set of stun guns, ranging from long-range rifle to a one-hit-n-run dart gun that Jess claimed for herself.

He pretended not to notice when Jess slapped a ID on the table that read ‘Jessica Hart Barton’.  But he still wondered why Jess’s last name matched Hawkeye’s.

Finally, Sam was done beating around the bush and slapped his hands down on the table.  “Alright, Jessica, what’s the plan?”

She shrugged.  “I got nothing.  My contacts are all S.H.I.E.L.D. or dead or S.H.I.E.L.D. will be covering them.  I mean, the Avengers would help, if we could contact them without getting killed/arrested.  I doubt S.H.I.E.L.D. thinks you’re on their side anymore, considering the fact that you were obviously helping me at the mall.”

“I wasn’t that obvious!”

“Yeah you were.”  She pulled the laptop out of the backpack and the phone chip out of her pocket.  “This is all my information about S.H.I.E.L.D., but it's mostly villain/hero contacts and stuff.”

She typed and talked for a few minutes while Sam paced, thinking.

“I have an idea.”

“Good for you - anyway, I might be able to contact Tony via S.H.I.E.L.D. coms, but like I said, it would be risky and they probably would set up a trap.  I mean, my usual hideout is Mt. Carnival, but they’re going to be all over that dumb mountain -”

“-JESS!!!  I HAVE AN IDEA!!!!”

She stopped talking and stared at him, half-annoyed, half-interested.  “What sort of idea?”

“The sort that could get us help.”

*******

“No offence or anything Sam, but I really hate your idea,” Jess said calmly as they stared up at the house through the window of another stolen borrowed car.  Disco lights were dancing across the windows, and the Friday-night air smelled like alcohol.  She wrinkled her nose.

Sam rolled his eyes.  “Well, considering the fact that you couldn’t come up with any better since Monday, it’s the best we’ve got.”

Jess glared at him and slipped out of the driver’s seat and into the back of the car.  “Make sure nobody comes this way...and if you turn around I will skin you alive and nobody will ever find your body.”

He nodded, as if death threats were normal in his line of work.  “Anyway, mercenaries are probably our best bet at this point.”

“It’s not mercs I have an issue with - although if they’re the kind of mercenaries we usually work with I actually might have to kill you - but it’s these mercs.  What did you say their names are?”

“I didn’t,” Sam groaned.  “They used to work for S.H.I.E.L.D. if that helps.”

“Oh yes,” Jess growled.  “That really helps.  And they sent you an invite on your phone because...why?”  A sock from the back seat hit Sam in the head.  He dropped it on the driver’s seat and continued as if nothing had happened.

“They sent me an e-invite because we’re sorta kinda friends.  Last time I saw the older one she said we should hangout some time.”

Sam didn’t even need to see Jess’s face to know she was scowling at the back of his head.  “And that’s not suspicious at all,” Jess snapped.  “Can we just go get this over with?”

The car door slammed and Sam realized that she was already outside the car and walking up the sidewalk.  He jumped out...and his jaw dropped.

Jess was wearing a beautiful white dress that stopped several inches short of the knees, hemmed by gold lace.  Her shoulders were barely covered by a deep purple shrug, and her blonde hair cascaded down her back, loose.  Her sparkly grey eyes were framed by more makeup Sam had ever seen her wear; a gold bracelet was slung over her wrist; her black ankle boots looked deadly.  “Jess!”  He choked out once he had recovered enough to talk.

She flashed him a dazzling smile.  “What’s up, Sam?”

“You-urg-uh-”

Jess twisted away, no mean feat in the tight-fitting slip dress.  “Relax!  And if anybody asks, you’re my boyfriend.”

“Since when?!”

“Since right now, sweetheart.”

Sam would have made a face if he could get his facial features to move out of their shocked expression, but as it was all he could say was, “Urg.”

*******

Jess all but busted through the house’s door when nobody answered their angry rings.  They ended up staring at a scene of total chaos - people were running around, singing loudly and off-key, and dancing on the tables.  Jess was about to turn around when Sam half-shouted, “There!  That’s one of our girls!”

“These mercs are girls?”  She said suspiciously.

“Yeah I didn’t say that?”  Sam pointed to a girl hanging out by the kitchen bar with a lime green pixie cut and a scowl deeper than the Grand Canyon.  She was not enjoying herself.  “That’s Blue - the younger of the two.”

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

“I have a bad feeling about your dress; let’s just talk to her.”

Jess smacked him on the back of the head and wove her way through the crowd to a bench on the opposite side of the room from ‘Blue’.  She examined their target’s face and pronounced with utter certainty, “I don’t like this.  I know this girl, and I cannot deal with her.  Period.  No way.  Nada.  Not happening.”

“It can’t be that bad,” Sam said, avoiding a half-drunken boy and sidling up next to her.

“No, I don’t think that you get it,” Jess snapped.  “To those sisters, I’m dead.”

“It can’t be that bad,” Sam repeated stubbornly.

“No, I mean I literally died,” Jess tried to explain, and was about to continue when a girl with red and black hair appeared out of nowhere and laughed.

“Sam, sweetie, I didn’t think you were coming!”  She giggled.  Her red dress went past her knees (thankfully) and was more of a coat or tunic than the pretty slip that Jess was wearing.  “Who’s your friend,” the newcomer added, her voice switching from sweet to a more comfortable poisonousness.  The scar that cut across her left eye was the only sign that this girl was anything but a pretty teen with a punch.

“Jessica, Red; Red, Jessica,” Sam said with an introductory wave.  “Oi!  Blue!  Get over here!”

Jess accepted Red’s disgusted handshake, her face frozen in an expression that could be interpreted as happy, but looked more like a person who had seen a ghost.

Red bared her teeth in the semblance of a smile.  “I didn’t know that you had a girlfriend, Sam,” She said, keeping her eyes locked on Jess’s.  Jess wrenched her hand out Red’s muscled one.

“Oh he never told you?  We’ve been going out forever,” Jess laughed, completely and utterly a simpering girlfriend.  She turned her attention to the second girl.  With lime green hair, striking blue eyes, and a deep blue dress, she wasn’t exactly the image of a mercenary.  A simple gold band hung off her wrist, accenting her mid-tone skin.  “You must be Blue,” Jess said politely.

The girl nodded once and then struck up a conversation with Sam.

Jess raised her eyebrows.

“Sam, honey, can I talk to you for half-a-sec,” She said brightly, brushing past from the scarlet-haired girl.  Red glared at her.

Sam looked confused but followed Jess back into the crowd.  “What’s up...”

“I’m not working with, for, or above them.  Nada.  Red gives me the creeps and Blue has issues and no!”  Jess snapped, all sense of politeness gone.  “That and I doubt that I could pay them for long.”

“I was going to ask them as friends and not as mercs.”

Jess glared at him again.  “That’s not how mercenaries work, Sam.  They work for money - no moral code.  Not like heroes or even villains.  They don’t have standards except ‘expensive’ and ‘really thorough’.”

“This is a pair of teenagers, Jess,” Nova said, equally exasperated.  “Not cold-blooded killers.”  He suddenly realized something - Jess wasn’t being stubborn or plain angry; she was frustrated and scared.  His own face transfered from annoyed to concerned.  “Jess....what’s wrong?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Yeah well, considering the fact that I still have a S.H.I.E.L.D. phone, shouldn’t you be more concerned about your own safety and not mine?”

Jess froze.  “Are you...threatening me?”  She seemed more confused than frightened.  Not the effect Sam was going for.

“Um...”  He shrugged sheepishly.  “Yeah?”  He had known Jess long enough to know that if they hadn’t been in public he would have been a dead man.

“Phone,” She growled, putting her hand flat out in front of her.  He sighed and slapped the thin S.H.I.E.L.D.-issue phone face down on her palm.  Jess slipped it in her purse.

Suddenly a new song came on, making the swarm of teenagers cheer.  Jess groaned.  He ignored her and began singing along, barely noticing when she stalked off.

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