I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. EVERYTHING IS FICTION. HOPE YOU ENJOY READING IT.
CHAPTER 1:
The sand was kicked up in the air as the patrol cautiously made its way down the dirt track. The small village about a kilometre behind them had just been cleared of IED's and now the orders where to make the surrounding area safe for the afghan villagers. The last 6 months hadn't been easy on any of the soldiers of the bomb disposal unit. Especially its newest recruit Private Mike Chang. Mike's hand shot up into the air to signal to stop and drop. He was taking point today and so therefore had the metal detector and was listening intently through the ear phones.
"Got something sarge," came the shout from Mike.
"You know the drill Chang" replied Sergeant Sam Evans.
"You wanna see this tho sarge, I ain't never seen anything like it, let alone defused one," said Mike in a shaky voice.
"Pierce, you're up!" bellowed the sergeant.
Brittany slowly made her way upwards towards where Mike was stood. She took it slowly making sure she followed his path. "Take it easy Mike, I've got this. You can head back out of the blast radius." Mike shook his head and slowly crept back to where the rest of the patrol was now taking up a defensive stance. Brittany slowly bent down and laid on her front. She could see some of the IED quite clearly and began to slowly brush the sand and dirt away from the rest of it, making sure not to put too much pressure anywhere and trigger the explosion. She'd seen an IED like this on her last tour, they weren't that common and very clearly expertly made. Somebody obviously wanted to cause serious damage. "Better back it up sarge, this thing is loaded," shouted Brittany.
"Right you are corporal," replied the sergeant, "Right guys, back it up" ordered Sam.
The patrol slowly stood and shifted back a few hundred metres as ordered, moving together and covering every inch around them like a well oiled machine. Always being on alert for insurgents when outside friendly lines was the number one rule.
Ten minutes later Brittany had safely removed the top of the IED and was trying to work out which wire to cut to disarm it. The heat and weight of Brittany's gear was making her sweat profusely, along with the obvious nerves from the position she was in. All radio communication between her and the rest of the squad had stop to rule out the possibility of radio transmissions triggering the explosion. Brittany began to work through her routine of diffusing the IED; it had become second nature to her now. After thirty long minutes of lying in the sand it was time to cut the last wire. Brittany felt her heart rate increase... "This is it," she whispered to herself. She shut her eyes and thought of Santana. Taking a steady breathe and looking down at the wire, Brittany cut it...
"Stop running!" shouted Santana over the dull hum of all the students in the corridor. In the 6 years since leaving McKinley High, Santana had gone to college, graduated and done her teaching qualification. She had been the drama and theatre teacher at McKinley for the past 2 years, and she loved every second of it. It was currently lesson change-over and she allowed her next class to enter the choir room for today's lesson.
"Right, take your seats please guys," said Santana. Once the class was quiet and settled the lesson began.
"Right today's lesson is all about showing serious emotion in your singing and acting and not going over the top. You need to learn when to be subtle and when to bring the power, so to speak. We're gonna try a couple of love scenes or songs, and a couple of angry or dark scenes/songs. Whichever takes your fancy? You're gonna have to pair up for this, but boy/girl pairings please guys!" Santana cast a sly glance at a few of her pupils who she knew wouldn't like this.
"Off you go, I'll give you half an hour to practice, and then we will show case."
Santana slowly made her way round the class to each pairing, trying to help them out or praising them. Generally just offering encouragement. The planned practice time ran a little over, but that didn't matter, she had the rest of the afternoon with this class. She had warm feeling inside her that some of these kids were gonna pull out all the stops today.
After all 10 pairings had performed there practiced piece, Santana made the class give there feedback for one another. She liked the kids to know it was constructive criticism and not them being told they were crap or anything like that. These kids were pretty good actually, several of them always got leads in the school musical and some of them were even considering doing theatre or some sort of production at college. Santana felt like her teaching was showing kids how to enjoy learning. She loved making lessons fun.
By the time 3:30pm rolled round, it had been a fairly fun and exciting afternoon. Now all that was left was the daily assembly at the end of the school day. Half the kids fell asleep; Figgins was still as boring as ever. The bell sounded and the class began to grab their bags and make their way out the choir room towards the gym. Santana was just walking towards the door when Quinn popped her head in.
"Hey," smiled Quinn.
"Right back at you Q, what are you doing here? Thought we weren't meeting till later?" replied Santana.
"We're not, but I just dropped in to give Puck his play book, he left it at home and needs it tonight for practice." That's right, Puck was now the football coach at McKinley, and he and Quinn were an item and had been for several years.
"Oh right, fancy keeping me company in assembly, Figgins bores me to tears!"
"Sure, why not, I ain't got anywhere better to be." And with that both friends made their way towards the gym, rounding up stray students on the way.
Santana's eyes rolled into the back of her head as Figgins made another pathetic announcement about some sort of school policy being violated. Santana sighed out loud as his drone of a voice continued to speak.
"And now, we have a special guest with us today," mumbled Figgins into the microphone. Santana looked over to Quinn and gave her the eyes that said 'sorry for putting you through this'. She heard the curtains being drawn back from the stage that had been put up. Then the usual footsteps of the guest speaker coming to the microphone. Well they are a bit odd to be foot-steps, thought Santana.
"Hey baby..."
Santana whipped her head towards the voice, she recognised that voice. There stood in the middle of the stage, on crutches, clutching a single daffodil in her hand was Brittany. There were murmurs all around the gym. Santana stood frozen, was she dreaming?
"Britt?"
"Surprise!" whispered Brittany into the microphone.
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