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snowdarkred Word Count: ~880
Pairings: None/Gen Maybe a tiny hint at Cougar/Jensen, just because.
Rating/Warnings: R. Torture (but nothing too graphic, just disturbing), our boys doing nasty things, hypothetical character death.
Author's Note: This turned out slightly darker than I'd imagined. Um. But I'd wanted to do something with Aisha, since I hadn't really focused on her yet, and this happened. And I still managed to make it somewhat about Jensen. Damn. Title from Eagles of Death Metal, Don't Speak (I Came to Make a Bang). AKA, the song you hear in the trailer.
Summery: Aisha didn't kill Jensen when she had the chance because she didn't want to die. And because the world wouldn't be able to handle what the Losers would become if one of theirs was killed.
Baby Girl, Gonna Take Your Whole World
Aisha shot Jensen in the arm because it was logical. These men are a unit, a whole, and to kill one is to to forgo a quick death. If she had shot to kill, she wouldn't have made it out of the room alive. They would have captured her seconds, tied her down, and tortured her in all the nasty ways good US soldiers weren't supposed to know.
It wouldn't have just been because of who her father was or because she had lied to them or even because their tech was dead. It would have been because she had killed Jensen. Jensen, who had a sister and a niece, but who almost never mentioned his parents. Jensen, who told lame jokes and laughed too loud and too often and didn't know when to shut up. Jensen, who always forgot his gun at the wrong moments but who made up for it with his ability to bullshit.
If she had shot to kill, he would have been dead before he hit the ground, and she would have been crippled before she moved three feet. Cougar would have taken out her knees, because he and Jensen were close, and Cougar felt a responsibility towards everyone whose back he watched. He would have dropped her like a hunter drops a deer, and he would have spat in her face as the others dragged her to her feet. He would have knelt at Jensen's side and closed his eyes (if they had remained open).
He would have said a prayer over his friend's body as they tied her to a chair. Blood would have washed down her legs, her useless legs, made strong by years of dancing and ruined by bullets. They would have used rope from the van, the same rope that sat next to Jensen's forgotten gun.
Roque would have sharpened a knife. He was right about her, and everyone in the room knew it, but no one would want to say it out loud. No one would want to think about how Jensen would have been alive right now if they had just shot her in Miami.
Clay would have been stony-faced and silent, his eyes hard. He'd slept with her, and she'd killed one of his men. It would have been a far worse betrayal than just lying to him. The lying, he could understand at least partially, even if he couldn't accept it without seeing twenty-five bright young faces looking at him with trust in their eyes. But Jensen was his in a way that all men belonged to their commander, and she would have ripped that apart. Men belong to their commander, and commanders belong to their men. There's a bridge of trust in that, that one party will take care of the other, and she would have toppled that and set the remains on fire.
Pooch probably wouldn't condone torture usually, but Jensen would be dead, and he wouldn't protest when they started in on her. She didn't think that he would have participated, but she could see him watching. He would look at her with disgust in his eyes.
They'd take her fingernails first, so that she couldn't scratch them if she got free. Then they'd take her fingers. Roque would cut off her hair, whispering threats and promises in her ears, raising goosebumps on her skin. Clay would let him, and that would be damning all on its own. They'd cut her and burn her and make her twist and scream in pain, and they wouldn't stop until she was shivering mess.
Cougar would take her ears, just for the irony. He'd burn them in front of her, while blood flowed freely down her neck and over her collar bones. Her shirt would cling to her, stuck to her skin with sweat and blood. They'd lay Jensen's body on the bed (the bed she and Clay had sex in, the only bed in the room) and cover him with a sheet. They'd discuss what to do while she panted in shallow breaths. She'd barely be able to hear them over the roaring of her own body.
She would be dead by morning. No one would ever find her body. Fadhil's daughter would disappear, to become nothing, no one. She would just become a part of the Losers' legend, the girl who killed their teammate and died for it. The girl who died begging for mercy and understanding, knowing that she would never get it.
Standing in that room, with her gun aimed at Jensen, she could have killed him. It would have been quick; he would have died before he hit the ground. She didn't, because it was logical to leave him alive. If he was injured, his teammates would have to protect him, give him medical care. They'd be distracted by his pain, and she would be able to escape.
She didn't kill him. She didn't kill him because he had a sister and a niece and he told bad jokes. The Losers were a team, and she didn't want to see what they would become if one of their own were killed. They were already crazy; she didn't want them to be rabid dog mean as well.
She didn't want to die.
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Date: 2010-08-01 12:34 pm (UTC)This was just perfect~
I could so see this happen if she had killed Jensen. *grin*
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Date: 2010-08-02 12:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-02 11:08 am (UTC)yeah... good Cougar~ *pet*
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Date: 2010-08-01 01:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-02 12:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-01 05:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-02 12:26 am (UTC)She was totes growing emotionally attached to the team. Why else would she go to the Petunias soccer game? :D
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Date: 2010-08-02 12:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-02 04:42 pm (UTC)I'm very curious as to how much of what's described is based off of how well she knows them, and how much is her own sick imagination adding to it. Not that they'd go easy on her, but some of the specific acts describe strike me more as Aisha-like than Loser-like. Anyway.
Awesome, man. *memories*
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Date: 2010-08-02 09:34 pm (UTC)I think a lot of the specifics is Aisha. She knows what she would do if someone killed someone close to her, and it seems to her, well, logical that they would do the same. ("I thought you guys were bad men.") Plus, she knows that they actually have done some pretty fucked up things in the past, so she knows that they won't really have many qualms in getting revenge on her. And I think that Aisha thinks that her way is obviously the right one, so she looks at what she would do as the thing that everyone would follow.
<3
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Date: 2010-08-06 02:10 pm (UTC)Fantastic writing, m'dear! ^_^
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Date: 2010-08-07 01:32 am (UTC)And, yeah, Aisha would have been dead before she made it to the door; Cougar will not stand for someone hurting Jensen under any circumstances. Killing? Practically signing your own execution papers. <3
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Date: 2010-08-08 09:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-09 05:33 pm (UTC)