Title: All's Fair in Love and War
Pairing: RocketShipping (Jessie/James)
Note: Dare from xEryChan
Spoiler:- All's Far in Love and War:
“What were you doing with him?!” James asked—it was a question long pent-up and he was unable to stop his whispering voice from breaking as he asked.
Jessie’s magenta eyebrows drew together irritably as she adjusted the straps of her low-cut dress to hide the miniature radio taped to her chest just below the clavicle. “I’d think you’re old enough to figure that out by now,” she snapped, taking a drink off the tray of a passing waiter.
“But… I thought… I thought we…” he trailed off, hurt.
“Look,” she said bluntly, “in case you’ve forgotten, we have a mission to complete here and we need information.” She tilted her head to the side indifferently. “So we’ll get it—no matter what methods we have to use.”
He wanted to speak, but it was as though all his words had dropped into the churning depths of his stomach. “But… to do something like that…” he began, his voice aching with the pain of betrayal.
“All’s fair in love and war,” she reminded him with utter certainty. “And we are at war. So be a good soldier and just deal with it.”
He took a step backwards. Deal with it? Could she honestly expect him to do that? To stand by and let her behave that way, even if it was only to a cynical end, even if her heart wasn’t in it, without eating his heart out with jealousy?
Deal with it? He couldn’t!
…But to refuse to deal with it… to walk away from the friendship that she and he had formed those many years? To stop fighting the good fight they’d fought together for so long? Could he deal with that? Could he ever?
All’s fair in love and war… but this was both and it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair at all. How could she ask that of him? How could she expect him to soldier on against the pain her false advances would cause him?
“James?” she asked, her voice for the first time heightening with worry as he turned around and began to walk away. “What are you doing?”
“Deserting my post,” he answered her bitterly without turning around.