The Only Reason

A/N – Inspired from playing the video game way to many times. But mainly this came about as I wanted to write a fan fiction as to why Quaritch as so angry, say the least - all the damn time. With that and a question of how he got his scars paired together with my weird and wonderful mind thought up with fan fiction…

Minor character study, full read-though of the Human Operations part of the Activist Survival Guide and replay of the RDA side of the XBOX 360 video game.

Might turn into an M rated but will start off as a T

Romance & Adventure

Set pre-Avatar film

Col. Quaritch

English

Chapter Two

She found merely lying beneath him, listening to the heavy beads of rain outside falling on the steel can of a home comforting. Seeing, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest nudge slightly against hers as he pressed his thin lips to her forehead she ran her fingers over his arms as he then moved to kiss her pulse point at her neck. A beat of calm after an uncharacteristic gentle love making. All the while odd as before that they had mentioned in passing how the other had wanted it. Uncharacteristic or not. It was another night to remember.

"You with me, Sam?" His rough, husky voice that called to her in their night together growled her name once again.

"Of course." She swallowed and took a second to slowly open her eyes. "You should get some sleep. A situation might arise." She frowned, rubbing his arm to persuade him to retire for the night. Glancing over at him, finding him busy with his current self-appointed task and not looking least in the bit concerned to sleep.

"But I've got a situation rising here..." He mumbled against her flesh, his hot breath tickling her totally bare flesh.

He then ducked his head under the blue military grade sheets and began to assault the valley between her breasts with hot kisses, lingering not even a second before moving lower until he reached her belly button. With his hands on her hips he moved his mouth left of her stomach and not quite on her hip but in the dip between the two lay, inked into her pale flesh a small butterfly with its legs perched on a bullet.

He kissed her tattoo, sucking at the darkened skin as he drew his teeth over it.

"How long have we known one another now?" He uttered against her flesh.

"Damn, ask me an easy one." Samantha huffed. "No idea. I'd say an earth year. Or just under. Why?"

"Hm, just wondering if I should get ya something for our anniversary." Quaritch huffed, not really sure what to do in situations like these.

She ran her fingers through his buzz cut. "We could revisit our old hangout?" Samantha chuckled.

Three earth months earlier.

Samantha Rover had been looking forward to this expedition for years. The forms that had to be signed, the training; both in science, physicals and technology had her sighing with confidence that she had faced each and every test to prove she could come here and prove her worth and passed with flying colours.

Apparently it was just as fierce as Nigeria, as complicated as The Second Civil War and as beautiful as nothing ever seen by mankind before.

Of course she had to go, of course Sam had to try her hand at a new war zone in need to grunts.

It had taken her weeks to settle in, weeks to get used to the low gravity, crappy food and synthesised air within Hell's Gate.

But soon enough was the time to face the vicious wildlife, green trees and purple water-falls.

The scorpion's blades whipped through the air as Sam grabbed the handrail and jumped into the gunship. Where they were going, they'd need guns.

She exhaled slowly as the ship neared their destination, taking almost little to no time in getting from the base and into Pandora's maw. Above and around the ship there were trees imitating Earth's skyscrapers, their bark a hard, dark black and their leaves purple, navy and bright blue.

"This is an old Na'vi family settlement outside of home-tree." Trudy switched off close to everything above her and moved to exit her ship as she pulled on her exo-pack. "RDA killed 'em when they got to angry with us pestering them all the damn time. They were sent outta their home cos one got into a fatal fight with the chief. Instead of killing the poor sons of bitches, they sent them all packing. To here." She finished.

The bright clear purple lake next to the gunship took her immediate attention, the water glistened as she ventured closer to the rippling pools until she was almost wading knee-deep in it. The trees entwined above her and clasped their branches and leaves to provide a shelter. Vast stone boulders closed off the area to threat from oppositions and any animals, along one of the lake's shores sat a rise in earth where a fire pit lay with a cooking pot and some other forms of killing and preparing fish and small animals.

Small jewels of water clung to her boots as she wandered through the lake to the opposite side, being followed by two fellows soldiers and Trudy, humming and swearing along the way about the state of her boots after their journey.

Once on dry land, there in a couple of yards away stood a link chamber and attached cabin for rest. "Here we are, ladies. Your first mission. Just a quick sketch, shoot and an assessment of damage done to the camp. Bastards upped and left after killing all of 'em. Masks off when inside, girls."

The task was fairly straight forward to the group but Trudy was far more interested in staying in her comfortable gunship for the reminder of their stay. After she started to head back, the dark haired soldier offered the group something to eat and drink out of her bag after they were close to finishing.

"I'm Charlie. This is Heidi and who are you?" The stocky, buff and shortest woman of the group tucked into a taprus sandwich after introducing herself.

"Oh, nice to meet you. I'm Samantha but you all can call me Sam." She took her outdoor gear off and reached her hand out to the other women. Undoing her ponytail and letting the hair fall over her back and shoulders, she sighed and looked over at her gang.

"Damn, girl. What's a pretty lil' thing like you doing in a shit-hole like this?" Heidi's eyes wandered over her, jealous, envious and curious.

She blinked hard then answered. "Same thing you are, I trained hard for this mission and I-" Sam was cut of by Charlie getting up exploding a string of curses from her thin lips.

"Shit, guys, Colonel frickin' Quaritch is here. Shit." Charlie patted the crumbs off herself and stood to attention. The other women followed suit.

With a hiss from the air lock, the Colonel loomed into view. "At ease, ladies. Don't worry you've not done somethin' wrong. At least not yet... I'm here just to personally get any information you have about what went on here. We need to know just how hostile these blues were." Quaritch boomed.

His gaze wandered over Charlie who looked as if she might burst from excitement at the chance of actually meeting the Colonel. Heidi smiled as she hid the evidence of them snacking during the time they were supposed to be gathering Intel. Sam on the other hand hopped behind a workstation and started ranting figures, descriptions of the killed Na'vi and how the soldiers opened fire on a once sentient group of villagers.

"Good job, ladies." Quaritch nodded at the trio. "Name, soldier." He strode over to Sam.

She seemed to flinch at his sudden presence at her side and looked around to see the others snatch up their masks, coats and bags then make their way to the chopper. Bastards! All alone with the bad ass Colonel, great! Sam closed off her screens and stood once more to attention and saluted the steely eyed Colonel and announced herself.

"Private Samantha Rover."

"Good. I'll have to remember you, Private." He spoke with a certain seduction that would've had any other women go weak at the knees. She wasn't any other woman.

"Why, Sir, uh," Sam fingered his dog tags. "Miles?" She half smiled as she tucked his tags back under his shirt.

"I'll show you." He raised a grey brow a fraction and ran a hand through her golden, angelic hair. She swore his gaze was heated as he attacked her mouth with his. Sam was barely able to let out a gasp and grab onto his belt with shaking hands as he shoved his tongue into her mouth as his own hands found her hips, the mere touch sent her shaking... Perhaps she was like other women.

END OF CHAPTER TWO

Please review! Hope you liked this, this is written in a very different style to my other pieces and I will be continuing it as this fiction just want leave me alone and insists to be wrote. I've planned it out and everything is intentional… apart from the typos as this is un-beta-person-ed. So all mistake are mine. Enjoy!