I don't own any GI Joe characters so there! This is a darker fic than I usually write. There will also be sexual situations as well as violence so young readers beware! This is not for you! Yes I am deranged and evil. I admit it. It is also a bit of a prequel tied into to my Misfit Chronicles series. Sort of. So if you are underage and reading this fic you shouldn't be.
You can't say I didn't warn you.
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Fine then but don't come crying to me if you get caught!
As for those of you who are of legal age well…here we go.
The Healing Touch
Chapter One: A Fine Day for a Christening
"Lifeline your tie is fine," Bree told him as they rode in the van.
"I just want to look my best," Lifeline casually glanced in the window. He was wearing a nice blue suit with a smart red and blue tie. He was also wearing his characteristic sunglasses. He looked at Bree in her unusually conservative yet at the same time unusually orthodox outfit. "You look good in that. It's so…pink."
"It's a Lira Vang," Bree told him. Her entire 'conservative' outfit, although it was tasteful was a shocking shade of pink. Even her little hat and purse were pink. Strangely enough it suited her. "I wanted to look good for your father. He is a minister after all."
"I just hope that this christening goes better than the time we attendedyour sister'swedding," Roadblock said. He was wearing a dark brown suit.
"Well considering Cobra invaded the party it wasn't exactly our fault," Lift Ticket fidgeted with his tie. He was wearing a light brown suit.
"That's not how my father saw it," Lifeline sighed. "Fortunately my sister and brother in law are more forgiving."
"I can't believe you're concerned about how your old man thinks about you," Low Light grumbled. He was in a black suit and wearing sunglasses.
"I know my father and I have had our problems," Lifeline sighed. "But I really want to make things right with him. He is family after all."
"Yeah well take it from me," Low Light told him. "Family's not always what it's cracked up to be."
They entered the church driveway. As they exited the van Lifeline could feel the eyes of some of the congregation glaring at him. In their minds he was the proverbial black sheep. It didn't matter that he was only a medic and never fought. To them he was in the army and that meant he had gone against their church's most fundamental beliefs of non-violence. And that meant he had joined the very army of Satan himself.
He sighed as he braced himself for the meeting. His father, the pastor the church was standing there with a grim determination on his face that he always had. "Here we go," He muttered under his breath.
"Come on darling," Bree took his harm. "Chin up!"
"Easy for you to say," Lifeline said to her. They walked up to the Reverend Steen.
"Edwin," The Reverend looked at him as if he had caught him doing something particularly naughty.
"Father," Lifeline smiled. "It's good to see you again."
"Edwin," The Reverend Steen nodded and clasped his son's hand. "I'm glad you could make it."
"I'm glad to be here," Lifeline said. "This is Brittany Van Mark, my…date."
"Date?" Reverend Steen looked her over. "Van Mark…I think I've heard that name before."
"It's a pretty common name," Bree said cheerfully. She really didn't want to go into having a billionaire father right now.
"Your outfit is very…bright," Reverend Steen looked at her.
"Well it is a cheerful occasion," Bree grinned. "Besides, it's not often that I meet my boyfriend's family in one fell swoop."
"And here's my new nephew," Lifeline smiled as his sister entered with a baby in her arms. Her husband Peter was beside her as well as amiddle aged woman. He kissed her on the cheek and looked at the baby. "Hey there little guy!"
"Hello you must be Brittany," Stephanie smiled.
"Call me Bree. You've heard all about me?" Bree grinned. "Only good things I hope?"
"Only the best," Stephanie grinned. "This is my husband Peter, my mother in law Helen and my son Edgar."
"Edgar what a wonderful name!" Bree cooed. "Oh he's adorable! And he has your eyes Stephanie! Oh hello there Helen, it's so nice to meet you."
"Thank you," Stephanie grinned. "I love your outfit by the way."
"Yes it's so bright and cheerful!" Helen grinned.
"Thank you," Bree grinned back.
"Miss Van Mark I hope you don't mind but I'd like to speak to my family alone," Reverend Steen said.
"No not at all," Bree said. "Darling I'll be waiting for you."
"All right," Lifeline smiled.
"Helen would you take the baby for me for a little while?" Stephanie asked.
"Oh it would be a pleasure," Helen grinned.
"Lifeline we'll meet you in the church," Roadblock said.
They went off. Lifeline followed his family to a small private room. "It's good to see you Edwin," Stephanie said. "We don't get to see you enough."
"Especially without your friends," Reverend Steen glared at him.
"Father please," Lifeline said. "Do we have to get into this today of all days?"
"I agree," Peter said.
"How can we not?" Reverend Steen pulled something out of his desk. "Especially when you have the gall to bring her here!" He threw down a magazine. It was a tabloid. The headline blared: BILLIONAIRE BOMBSHELL IN LOVE WITH GI JOE MEDIC. The picture was Bree in a bikini hugging Lifeline.
"Oh god…" Lifeline gulped. "I can explain…"
"Did you think I wouldn't recognize her?" Reverend Steen glared at him. "Half the congregation reads the National Examiner! I guess I should be grateful that she showed up wearing clothes!"
"Father that's not fair!" Stephanie said sharply. "You should know better than to judge a person by anything those sleazy rags say! Those things would make anyone look bad! One of them claimed for a time that Mother Teresa was running a house of prostitution!"
"Well if Edwin wasn't running around with the wrong sort of people instead of where he really belonged…" Reverend Steen snapped.
"Father please let's not ruin this day for Stephanie and the baby," Lifeline pleaded. "Can't we forget about the past and start over with what we have?"
"You're right," Reverend Steen nodded. "It was wrong of me to start that old business again."
"Look I admit Bree can be…over enthusiastic but deep down she is a kind and loving person," Lifeline said. "Just give her a chance. For me?"
"Edwin is a good judge of character," Peter defended. "His word is good enough for me. If you recall, our savior ran around with a few so called unsavory characters and for the most part they turned out to be truly remarkable people."
"You are right," Reverend Steen sighed. "Judge not lest ye be judged. I'm sorry."
"Look just give her a chance that's all I ask," Lifeline said.
The phone rang in the study. "All right," Reverend Steen sighed. "I'll see you outside. I need to take this call." He picked up the phone as they left.
"I thought it was you," The Reverend spoke into the phone. "Yes he's here. There's going to be a reception at the Golden Grille. Yes I'll get him alone somehow."
Reverend Steen waited patiently. "Yes I know you'll keep your end of the bargain," Reverend Steen spoke into the phone. "And you assure me he won't be harmed?" He waited. "Fine. Thank you doctor."
"Soon Edwin will be back where he belongs," Reverend Steen sighed as he hung up the phone. "May God forgive me but I must do it."
What will happen? Stay tuned to find out…