Silent Journey
If there is one thing that has been learned through time it is that the only thing constant is change. And yet, it seems as if things still have a way of always coming around full circle.
Cape Suzette 1951
The morning sun shown down onto the calm harbor. The seagulls sung their mournful song in the distance. Buoys rocked with the waves in the gentle, blue harbor.
It's so funny how things can be so much the same. And yet, at the same time, they can be so different.
Inside Rebecca sat at her desk working on a mound of paperwork, much as she'd done for the past fourteen years. Over the years she had become much less stressed about the business. The Usland economy was doing much better than it had been in the past. She would never admit it to anyone, but there were many times in the beginning when she wasn't sure they were going to make it.
The group of course still had their occasional wild goose chase, but they were much less frequent. After the war she had become much more content. There was no longer the urgent need to make more money. She was quite happy to have everyone home safe and happy. During those years, the things that were really important in life became obvious and the rest became just mere details.
Things around here had become much more quiet than they used to be. The kids had grown and moved out leaving just her and Baloo. After Molly had moved out, Rebecca told everyone that she hated wasting the money to rent that huge apartment and that it would make more sense to just remodel the old Higher for Hire building and add a new bedroom. In actuality, everyone knew that the reason she was making the move was because she was lonely. Even Baloo didn't object. This was the first time in almost a decade and a half that he had been alone. Honestly, he really enjoyed the company.
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Pazuza University
Molly sat at the desk in her apartment frantically typing a paper. It was due in two hours and she still had three more pages to write. She scolded herself for staying out late with her friends the night before. Now she was paying for it though.
She had rented an apartment just off of the University Campus. It was very modest, but had plenty of room just her. She had a part-time job at a local restaurant as a waitress to help pay her bills, although her mom did send her money every once in awhile.
She missed her mom very much. This was the first time that she had ever really been away from Cape Suzette, that she could remember anyway. Now she was a full twelve hours away. She had gotten lonely at times, but all she had to do was think about the family that loved her very dearly back at home and she knew that she could do it.
It was hard going to school. Not because the work was too hard or it cost too much, but because she was one of the few females on campus. It really didn't bother her that much though. She had always enjoyed a challenge.
She and her mother still got along quite well, although Rebecca was insistent that Molly decide what she was going to do with her life. She more than made it known that she wished Molly would go into business as she had, but Molly had other ideas and it made her more than a little angry when her mother tried to force her ideas for her life onto her.
Molly had always dreamed about being a doctor. She still did not know for sure if that is what she wanted to do and felt that she had plenty of time to decide. It would be exceptionally hard considering that there were very few female doctors. Whenever she told anyone that she wanted to become a doctor, they always thought she must have meant nurse. She would have more than a few obstacles to overcome if this is the path she chose.
She finally finished the page she was on and leaned back in her chair stretching. She looked over at her nightstand. On it were letters from the only support she had. Kit. He had always told her that she should go after her dreams, no matter what they were. When she was in junior high and first told him about her dream he told her to go after it, to not let anyone stand in her way.
Well, this was what she was going to do. No one was going to decide for her.
She was both becoming very excited and dreaded the upcoming Thanksgiving break. She would be home for an entire week. This was the first time that she would see her family in several months. Everyone was going to be there. There was going to me the normal barrage of questions like, 'Have you got a boyfriend?' or 'Are your grades still up?' and of course the ever present 'Have you figured out what you are going to do with your life yet?'. That one really got her.
But the more she thought about being in her own bed, even if it was in a new place, she decided that she just might take off a day or two early and surprise them.
She smiled at this thought and began typing her paper again. It was going to be a busy couple of days if she was going to get everything done so that she could go home early.
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Somewhere near the New Fedora Air Field
Kit sat in a lawn chair on his front porch smoking a cigarette. A nasty habit he picked up from being in the service. A bad habit, he knew, but its not like the Surgeon General had came out and said that they could kill you or something. Kit laughed at the thought and took another drag.
He watched entranced as another plane took off from the airfield. He'd been around planes his whole life and had been flying them for almost a decade, and yet they still managed to amaze him.
His thoughts soon came back from the sky and to reality. A place he didn't always like to come to. It was a place that was, at times anyway, a very lonely, heartbreaking place.
Kit looked back up at the sky, the only place he really ever felt at home, and thought back. Back to the times when things were good, when things were right.
"Kit you know I love you. You have to go to war, but I will be right here waiting for you when you get back. Then we'll be together for the rest of our lives. I promise."
Then his thoughts turned darker. He began to remember the tragedies of war. He had seen these horrors too young. Way too young. The war was bad, they needed men terribly. They didn't even look twice when a sixteen- year-old boy signed up.
"Do you think we should Kit? I mean I'm just going into infantry, but you want in the Air Force. You don't even have your pilot's license yet."
"I have to Ernie. I can't explain it. It is just something that I have to do."
He had dropped out of school at the end of his sophomore year with several of his classmates to go fight. It was the noble thing to do. Or maybe it was the right thing to do. No, it was the only thing to do, or so he told himself.
Baloo had been heartbroken when he found out. But he knew his boy. The reasons that he loved the boy were exact same reasons why he was so heartbroken right now. He could never ask him to change. He would never want him to. The only thing that he could do was to hope and pray that he would come back home to them, safe and sound. That he did.
When Kit had arrived home he had his life already planned out. He married the girl that he had been engaged to since he was fifteen years old. The love of his life. His only reason for living, or so he thought.
But then tragedy struck once again in his young life. The girl he had so happily married barely a year before suddenly died. His world was shattered in those few hours. Everything was turned upside down and he did not know what to do with himself. Baloo and Rebecca had tried to help him all they could, but what could they really do to ease the pain that he was feeling? He was a widow at nineteen.
Kit smiled to himself as he stood up thinking about how beautiful Amy had been. She was the most perfect creature that God could ever have created, he often thought.
He quickly snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the screen door shutting behind him.
"Daddy, look at this picture I drew of your plane. And look, there is you and Baloo standing beside it." Kit turned around to look at his son. He was getting so big. It was hard to believe that it had been eight years since, since.
"It's great Christopher. You're really getting good at this." Kit chuckled as he noticed that Baloo was drawn nearly as big as the plane. He was going to have to make sure to take this picture off of the refrigerator the next time Baloo came over.
"Daddy."
"Yeah, son?"
"When are we going to see Baloo again?"
"Soon. Remember I said that we were going over there on Thanksgiving. Rebecca and Molly will be there too."
"Can Molly take me to the park again? She lets me swing way higher than you do."
Kit tried his best to ignore that comment. "Only if she's not busy."
"I hope she's not. I really like her."
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Chapter 2 coming soon!!
Please R&R!
I know this story doesn't have a lot of dialogue in it as of right now. I was just trying to set up the characters for the rest of the story. It should have a little more action in it later :D
If you have any questions, comments, or ideas for this fic put them in the review section. Or you can e-mail me at alissamiller99@hotmail.com. I love feedback (
If there is one thing that has been learned through time it is that the only thing constant is change. And yet, it seems as if things still have a way of always coming around full circle.
Cape Suzette 1951
The morning sun shown down onto the calm harbor. The seagulls sung their mournful song in the distance. Buoys rocked with the waves in the gentle, blue harbor.
It's so funny how things can be so much the same. And yet, at the same time, they can be so different.
Inside Rebecca sat at her desk working on a mound of paperwork, much as she'd done for the past fourteen years. Over the years she had become much less stressed about the business. The Usland economy was doing much better than it had been in the past. She would never admit it to anyone, but there were many times in the beginning when she wasn't sure they were going to make it.
The group of course still had their occasional wild goose chase, but they were much less frequent. After the war she had become much more content. There was no longer the urgent need to make more money. She was quite happy to have everyone home safe and happy. During those years, the things that were really important in life became obvious and the rest became just mere details.
Things around here had become much more quiet than they used to be. The kids had grown and moved out leaving just her and Baloo. After Molly had moved out, Rebecca told everyone that she hated wasting the money to rent that huge apartment and that it would make more sense to just remodel the old Higher for Hire building and add a new bedroom. In actuality, everyone knew that the reason she was making the move was because she was lonely. Even Baloo didn't object. This was the first time in almost a decade and a half that he had been alone. Honestly, he really enjoyed the company.
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Pazuza University
Molly sat at the desk in her apartment frantically typing a paper. It was due in two hours and she still had three more pages to write. She scolded herself for staying out late with her friends the night before. Now she was paying for it though.
She had rented an apartment just off of the University Campus. It was very modest, but had plenty of room just her. She had a part-time job at a local restaurant as a waitress to help pay her bills, although her mom did send her money every once in awhile.
She missed her mom very much. This was the first time that she had ever really been away from Cape Suzette, that she could remember anyway. Now she was a full twelve hours away. She had gotten lonely at times, but all she had to do was think about the family that loved her very dearly back at home and she knew that she could do it.
It was hard going to school. Not because the work was too hard or it cost too much, but because she was one of the few females on campus. It really didn't bother her that much though. She had always enjoyed a challenge.
She and her mother still got along quite well, although Rebecca was insistent that Molly decide what she was going to do with her life. She more than made it known that she wished Molly would go into business as she had, but Molly had other ideas and it made her more than a little angry when her mother tried to force her ideas for her life onto her.
Molly had always dreamed about being a doctor. She still did not know for sure if that is what she wanted to do and felt that she had plenty of time to decide. It would be exceptionally hard considering that there were very few female doctors. Whenever she told anyone that she wanted to become a doctor, they always thought she must have meant nurse. She would have more than a few obstacles to overcome if this is the path she chose.
She finally finished the page she was on and leaned back in her chair stretching. She looked over at her nightstand. On it were letters from the only support she had. Kit. He had always told her that she should go after her dreams, no matter what they were. When she was in junior high and first told him about her dream he told her to go after it, to not let anyone stand in her way.
Well, this was what she was going to do. No one was going to decide for her.
She was both becoming very excited and dreaded the upcoming Thanksgiving break. She would be home for an entire week. This was the first time that she would see her family in several months. Everyone was going to be there. There was going to me the normal barrage of questions like, 'Have you got a boyfriend?' or 'Are your grades still up?' and of course the ever present 'Have you figured out what you are going to do with your life yet?'. That one really got her.
But the more she thought about being in her own bed, even if it was in a new place, she decided that she just might take off a day or two early and surprise them.
She smiled at this thought and began typing her paper again. It was going to be a busy couple of days if she was going to get everything done so that she could go home early.
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Somewhere near the New Fedora Air Field
Kit sat in a lawn chair on his front porch smoking a cigarette. A nasty habit he picked up from being in the service. A bad habit, he knew, but its not like the Surgeon General had came out and said that they could kill you or something. Kit laughed at the thought and took another drag.
He watched entranced as another plane took off from the airfield. He'd been around planes his whole life and had been flying them for almost a decade, and yet they still managed to amaze him.
His thoughts soon came back from the sky and to reality. A place he didn't always like to come to. It was a place that was, at times anyway, a very lonely, heartbreaking place.
Kit looked back up at the sky, the only place he really ever felt at home, and thought back. Back to the times when things were good, when things were right.
"Kit you know I love you. You have to go to war, but I will be right here waiting for you when you get back. Then we'll be together for the rest of our lives. I promise."
Then his thoughts turned darker. He began to remember the tragedies of war. He had seen these horrors too young. Way too young. The war was bad, they needed men terribly. They didn't even look twice when a sixteen- year-old boy signed up.
"Do you think we should Kit? I mean I'm just going into infantry, but you want in the Air Force. You don't even have your pilot's license yet."
"I have to Ernie. I can't explain it. It is just something that I have to do."
He had dropped out of school at the end of his sophomore year with several of his classmates to go fight. It was the noble thing to do. Or maybe it was the right thing to do. No, it was the only thing to do, or so he told himself.
Baloo had been heartbroken when he found out. But he knew his boy. The reasons that he loved the boy were exact same reasons why he was so heartbroken right now. He could never ask him to change. He would never want him to. The only thing that he could do was to hope and pray that he would come back home to them, safe and sound. That he did.
When Kit had arrived home he had his life already planned out. He married the girl that he had been engaged to since he was fifteen years old. The love of his life. His only reason for living, or so he thought.
But then tragedy struck once again in his young life. The girl he had so happily married barely a year before suddenly died. His world was shattered in those few hours. Everything was turned upside down and he did not know what to do with himself. Baloo and Rebecca had tried to help him all they could, but what could they really do to ease the pain that he was feeling? He was a widow at nineteen.
Kit smiled to himself as he stood up thinking about how beautiful Amy had been. She was the most perfect creature that God could ever have created, he often thought.
He quickly snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the screen door shutting behind him.
"Daddy, look at this picture I drew of your plane. And look, there is you and Baloo standing beside it." Kit turned around to look at his son. He was getting so big. It was hard to believe that it had been eight years since, since.
"It's great Christopher. You're really getting good at this." Kit chuckled as he noticed that Baloo was drawn nearly as big as the plane. He was going to have to make sure to take this picture off of the refrigerator the next time Baloo came over.
"Daddy."
"Yeah, son?"
"When are we going to see Baloo again?"
"Soon. Remember I said that we were going over there on Thanksgiving. Rebecca and Molly will be there too."
"Can Molly take me to the park again? She lets me swing way higher than you do."
Kit tried his best to ignore that comment. "Only if she's not busy."
"I hope she's not. I really like her."
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Chapter 2 coming soon!!
Please R&R!
I know this story doesn't have a lot of dialogue in it as of right now. I was just trying to set up the characters for the rest of the story. It should have a little more action in it later :D
If you have any questions, comments, or ideas for this fic put them in the review section. Or you can e-mail me at alissamiller99@hotmail.com. I love feedback (