A/N: Hello everyone! I'd like to wish you first a happy new year, full of good things. I hope that your wishes will come true, that you will be safe surrounded by your loved ones and in good health! I'm happy to come back with a new fanfiction; I've been working on it for several weeks and I've already written three chapters.
A/N2: This first chapter is obviously quite short because it's a kind of a prologue that launches the story. I don't really know what to expect for season 4, I read somewhere that Tom wasn't coming back anytime soon. I don't think the way I approach the story here is really the best of ways, but I wanted to share some of my imagination with you.
A/N3: I hope you will enjoy my work! As always, don't hesitate to give me your opinions (good or constructive, because I think there is no bad opinion ;) ). I will try to post regularly, my finals start tomorrow (yes, I always choose the right time to start a fanfiction) but I make no worries for the next three or four chapters :)
If there are any mistakes, it's all my fault!
'The cargo has arrived, Chief.' A man entered the office.
'Good, you know where to hide them.'
'Yes, sir.'
'Anything else you want to tell me?' The man waited, head down afraid of telling the truth.
'The Americans, they've found one of the boxes in Hong Kong, sir.'
'Và?' (And?) The chief got impatient.
'One of them had worked with President Peng right before all the events, I recognized her for sure.'
'Cô ấy có thể giúp chúng tôi không?' (Can she help us?)
'I think so, sir.'
The Chief folded his hands behind his back and turned to look out the window. He gave a quick nod telling his man to leave.
'Hãy đến. Bạn có thể làm gì để chống lại những gì đang đến, Nathan James.' (Come. You can't do anything against what's happening, Nathan James.)
It had been dark for a few hours now. They had sailed across the oceans from four months to get the vaccine to the last left behind parts of the world.
The night was particularly quiet, in contrast with what Sasha could feel right now. She was happy and serene with the work they had accomplished, these four months have brought her more than she could have imagined. Of course there were more hard times than others, when they had to accept that unfortunately, for hundreds of people, they had arrived too late. Then seeing the precarious and unhealthy conditions in which children were growing up, surrounded by corpses, orphans dying of hunger. But all these horrible images had disappear in a short moment, in a smile, a gesture of gratitude and humanity.
Despite the fact that the entire crew of Nathan James was in a party mood, happy to go home, Sasha couldn't help but getting a knot in her stomach. She had no family to return, no loved one who would be waiting with open arms, yet her thoughts were heading towards a single person: Thomas Chandler.
Their last goodbye was anything but what she had hoped for, she never would have thought about all of this, of Tom Chandler leaving the Navy. Times had changed, the world had almost come to an end, many people had lost their lives, and his priorities had changed too. Damn, Sam and Ashley, poor kids. How could she blame him for making this choice?
She grabbed the railing and squeezed it hard, as if she was trying to vent the anger she was feeling deep down. She closed her eyes and inhaled the fresh air of the night, then exhaled opening her eyes. She didn't notice the shadow coming from behind at first, then smiled slightly when she recognized who it was.
'Feeling nervous?' Mike said as he approached her slowly, mimicking her as he faced the ocean. She shrugged, thinking about what she could say.
'How am I supposed to convince him?' She asked, turning her head to look into his eyes.
'I am sure you'll find the right words.'
'He retired from the Navy! I can't go against his choice, he won't forgive me for doing this and you know that.'
'You're the one able to talk to him, he will listen to you.' He paused. 'We have no choice.' He leaned closer to her, throwing a look around them before talking again. 'What we saw there, that's far bigger than what we experienced months ago.' He whispered. 'The war isn't over, Sasha.'
'I know..' She whispered too.
TBC…
