Hi, everyone! I stumbled across an autumn fic meme on Tumblr and decided to give it a try. Some very nice fellow Tumblr users sent me a few prompts and I decided to share them on this site as well. I really enjoyed writing these, and I hope you enjoy reading them. Thanks for reading!

Homecoming

"Are you sure there's a place to land this thing?"

As the little yellow biplane soared through the air, Mac looked out doubtfully over the dense trees below. The autumn foliage was beautiful at this time of year, a mix of reds, oranges, yellows, and greens. But she couldn't see anywhere clear enough to land a plane, and she had visions of her highly capable but sometimes too cocky for his own good pilot trying to pull off some sort of death defying stunt in order to land.

But then she saw it come out of nowhere.

A flat, wide open meadow that stretched for acres.

Mac let out a little gasp of awe that couldn't be heard over the roar of the engine. The perfect runway, she realized as the plane began its descent.

After the Stearman had coasted to a smooth stop, Mac hopped out and pulled off her flight goggles, taking in the smell of the crisp fall air and the sight of the colorful trees against the setting sun.

"Oh, Harm, it's beautiful," she breathed in wonder.

"Welcome to Beallsville, Pennsylvania," her pilot announced, climbing out of the backseat. "Feels like coming home every time. Come on."

Harm led her down a narrow wooded trail, through a shower of falling leaves, and it wasn't long before they came upon another clearing.

Mac's jaw dropped.

The picturesque scene before her was like something she had only ever imagined. The endless green pastures lined with bright white fence, a quaint red barn, and a beautiful old farmhouse. There were a few puffs of smoke coming from the chimney, and Mac's mouth began to water as she realized that something delicious was cooking over the fireplace.

Just then, the front door opened and an elderly woman emerged from the farmhouse. She was tall with dark, graying features and intense but friendly eyes.

"You're just in time for dinner, Harmon," she said with a smile.

"Grandma, this is Lieutenant Colonel Sarah MacKenzie," Harm said. "Mac, this is my grandmother."

And as Sarah Rabb stepped off the porch and enveloped her in a warm, welcoming hug, Mac realized that this felt exactly like coming home.