Dark winter | By : jennaraven Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 1719 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Dark Winter Chapter 5
He was trying to relax, too many things on his mind lately. He rubbed his forehead; great now I’m getting a headache got up and walked into the house. They left that afternoon leaving Angel in the house alone. They promised they would be back soon though.
Angel sighed bored by the uncharacteristically quite house. She turned on the stereo and decided to clean up the place. She found some money under one of the mattresses and decided to use it along with her remaining cash for cleaning supplies. She also bought some food with it. She was getting sick of doughnuts already. According to the other’s Zarana couldn’t cook. Well someone’s got to keep these boys from starving to death.
She managed to get the jeep on the back of the property to start. After fiddling with the engine and replacing some of the starter wires with picture wire. She drove to town bought a bunch of supplies and drove home. She found the clothes washer buried under a bunch of junk. She checked to see if it worked, put on some plastic gloves. Then proceeded to gather a load of dirty laundry.
After that was started she began cleaning inside in earnest. Going steadily room-to-room she got everything clean and organized. Including Zartan's mess pile he called a desk. She finally finished six or seven hours later and started on dinner, hmm lasagna sounds good. Then maybe some chocolate chip cookies for dessert.
The plan to rescue the commander and company went off without a hitch. After they parted ways, Destro not wanting to be any nearer to Zartan then was necessary. Baroness of course went with him. The commander accepted Zartan's hospitality and went home with them. Angel heard the engines just as the first batch of cookies were done. She heard them laughing and talking as they came up the walk. Zartan walked in first followed by the commander and then the Dreadnoks. They all froze in disbelief, Ripper went outside looked at the house, and came back in Convinced he was in the wrong house. “What the bloody hell happened to the bloomin joint, tis clean?” said Buzzer finally voicing what they were all thinking.
Angel chooses that moment to come out of the kitchen, proving that indeed it was the right house. She greeted them with a sweet “welcome home boys” “oh you brought a guest home for dinner” she said noticing the Commander. The Commander stared at her in shock, who the hell is this? “Would you like something to drink, while you wait?” she asked. He stood there blinking at her not knowing how to answer her. Fortunately Zartan said something “ah, Angel what happened here?” “Oh I cleaned house, while you were gone” she said “cleaned house,” he said back dazedly. “All of it?” he asked “where?” “How?” “Why?” Zarana stammered out still in shock herself.
“Where’d you find the supplies,” asked Ripper “oh I bought them, with the money Zartan left me,” she answered. “Bought them?” Zartan said “Where, the nearest store is five miles from here” said Ripper “borrowed the jeep out back, needed the supplies to do laundry” she said “Laundry?” they said in dumb founded response. “I also bought some food, and your clean clothes are on the beds” she answered. “Shall I set another place for dinner?” she asked “Dinner?” said Torch “you can cook?” said Buzz and Ripper. “Yes I made lasagna”. Just then the timer for the lasagna went off.
“Hold on gentlemen, I’ll be right back" said Angel. Angel walked into the kitchen leaving the room behind her fully stunned. “Zartan” hissed torch “she cleaned the bloomin house man” he said, “yeah I noticed” he answered back his eyesight riveted on his desk. “Wonder what’s with the Suzy homemaker bit” said Zarana. “I don’t know, I’ll talk to her,” said Zartan. ”Better do it soon” said Zandar holding up a pair of matching recently darned socks. She came out of the kitchen with a tray of sodas.
She offered the Commander one first, then going around the room with the remainder on the tray. “Talk to her” hissed Zarana to Zartan “now!” she said “Ok, ok” he said waving her away and following Angel into the kitchen. “Um, Angel the guys aren’t used to stuff like this” said Zartan “stuff like what?” She answered innocently. “Clean stuff, real food etc.” he explained “Oh I see are they mad at me?” she asked “No no, of course not just shocked” "why are you doing this" he started to, ask.
She shoved a semi-cooled cookie in his mouth, stopping him from talking. Hey that tasted pretty good he thought as he swallowed the remains. “I was just bored and I wanted to do something nice for you guys” she said softly looking suddenly sad. He paused mid bite through another cookie suddenly feeling guilty, about what he was about to say. Instead he put his hand on her shoulder and said gently “hey look stop trying so hard to fit in, ok”
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