Wednesday's Child:
An Airwolf fic
Author: Sirius
Rating: T+/M
Disclaimer: All recognizable Airwolf characters belong to Belisarius; I'm just letting them out to play for a little while. I'll return them after they've had the proper amount of exercise and sunshine. The plot, wording and all original characters are mine unless I say otherwise. If anything inspires you, please speak to me about it, and I may allow you to use it in your own tale. Borrowing without permission is not borrowing, but intellectual theft/plagiarism and it is not okay.
Summary: What if something more happened after Horn of Plenty... and then everything fell apart?
A/N: My muses are twisted and evil and took major inspiration from the opening scene of "And a Child Shall Lead," where Cait's practicing a scene for an acting coach we never hear mentioned after this episode. Her lines are as follows: "If he won't accept his responsibility, then he just doesn't exist for me anymore. And I don't care what you say; I'm gonna have this baby, and I'm gonna raise it alone." My muses started wondering what would happen if Cait wasn't actually practicing a scene... and then forced me to find a way to make it work... not that they had to try too hard, you understand.
A/N 2: I have not forgotten my other stories. The next chapters for "Running Partners" and "Wolfpup" are halfway done, and "From Nightmares to Dreams" and "Recognition" are getting there. (I haven't forgotten my Green Rider tales either; I'm just a little stuck).
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Prologue:
Cait put down the phone with a shaking hand, at once both numb and absolutely terrified. This... she had not been expecting. He doesn't even like to admit that anything happened after we got out of that hellhole Horn called a home. He called it a mistake, and because all control had been taken from him in that place, I let him have his way. I backed off, gave him his space, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do... and he never mentioned it again.
She stumbled toward a nearby chair and sank into it, lost in the memories of the night everything changed. She'd been worried about Hawke and gone to the cabin to check on him. What she'd found there – Hawke on the couch, staring at the fire, not really seeing anything – had scared the hell out of her. She'd gone to him, then... laid a hand on his shoulder to try and bring him back to the world, back to her. When he looked at her, realizing she was there, it was with the same look he'd given her at the compound – shock, terror, and what she could almost swear was love – but it was coupled with a control that was about to snap. Caitlin realized that Hawke's hold on himself was less than a sure thing at the moment, and the last thing he wanted to do was lose control of himself now... when Horn and Angelica had already taken it from him once.
Cait didn't voice the offer, but she communicated it to him with every touch. Whatever he needed, she would give him, but the choice would always be his. His to say yes or no. His to move closer or back away. His to show her out the door... or ask her to stay.
And it was his choice to begin that first kiss.
His choice to lead her up the stairs to the loft... and hers to follow.
His choice to turn passion to possession, to control every aspect of that time in his sanctuary... and her choice to yield, willingly, to the culmination of everything she'd ever wanted.
And it was his choice the next morning to consider what had happened to be a mistake, to take her gift of love and comfort and pretend he'd never seen it, even though she saw the pain in his eyes when he told her they were better as friends... that what there had been between them could never happen again. At the time, she'd felt almost like he'd slapped her, but she still understood. She knew all he really wanted to do was hide away and lick his wounds... or pretend that the mess with Horn had never happened at all. In his mind, he still shot Dom. In his mind, he still back-handed Cait into a wall. She knew he couldn't handle any kind of new relationship until he figured out which of his actions were his own and which weren't, and because the last thing she wanted to do was cause him more pain, she let it go... for the moment.
That didn't make it hurt any less. Nor did it lessen her temptation to introduce Hawke's backside to his living room floor, at any point in the six weeks since they'd had that conversation. Hawke... well, she'd always understood him, even when he liked to pretend otherwise, and there was only so far she'd let him push before she pushed back or told him to take a long walk off a short pier.
Cait just hoped that the coming few days wouldn't mark that point, because for all she knew Hawke... she didn't know how he'd react when she told him she was pregnant.
TBC...