I hereby give credit to the story and script writers (who are not me) of Olympus Has Fallen; the characters are not mine just this little adventure.
Of Bullets And Brothers
By: MinxxMama
This takes place after OHF, but doesn't take into consideration the events in London Has Fallen; because it hasn't been released at the time of this publishing. A little something for the parents.
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"What do you mean I can't go in there? I'm the head of his God-damned detail!" Mike demanded of the woman who barred his way.
"Yes, but he's the President and HE said 'no'!" argued the short, stout, almost-ancient head nurse who wasn't at all impressed that Secret Service Agent Mike Banning was well-armed.
Just then the door opened and an exasperated looking doctor stepped out "It's OK, Enid." He said as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Immediately the nurse dropped out of her belligerent stance and into 'at ease'. Then nodded to the doctor and walked back to her station. "Agent Banning?"
"Yeah, that's me."
"He'll see you now."
"About damn time!" he muttered as he stalked through the door. As soon as he saw the man in the bed he started: "Ben, what the Hell is going on here? No one in this damn place is cooperating…" as he scanned the room he spotted the person sitting next to the hospital bed. "Director Jacobs! Oh shit." he muttered before he stood at attention like a small boy waiting for a punishment he knew he deserved.
"It's OK, Mike. Have a seat." reassured Ben Asher as he waved to a chair.
"Mr. President, Madam Director, I take full respon-"
"Agent Banning, sit down." insisted The President of The United States. Mike sat down. "Thank you. Now, I held you off until the Director got here; I've held her off until the doctor was finished." At that Ben looked just as exasperated as the doctor had. "Now that you're both here I'll tell you my side, I will tell it once and it won't leave this room." Both Agent Banning and the Director of the Secret Service nodded. "First of all; Mike's team, your agents Lynn, did everything right. I'm the one who didn't cooperate; the shooter was aiming at Mike, not me. I threw off Agent Smith and knocked Mike out of the way. How was I supposed to know all those TV shows and movies would be right and I'd get shot? Again."
"With all due respect Mr. President, we know all that. What I don't understand is, why?" said Jacobs.
"When all Hell broke loose at the White House, Mike didn't stand around wringing his hands wondering what to do. He went in and he made Conner his first priority." Asher couldn't go on for a moment for the remembered terror of those hours until he knew his son was safe. "Do you have children, Director?"
"Yes I do, Mr. President."
"Then you understand?" he asked, holding her eyes with his until she nodded.
"Yes, I do, Mr. President."
"Do I have to make it official, Lynn?"
"No Ben, you don't. I'll have a word with Agent Smith and the hospital staff. Thank goodness there were no reporters or witnesses. Things will go back to normal, I'll see to it."
"Thank you, Director Jacobs."
"You're welcome, Mr. President." She stood and left, taking Asher's thanks as the dismissal it also was.
Ben waited until the door had closed before looking at Mike, what he saw was a shifting mixture of anger, confusion, indignation and awe. "Before you start with 'I was just doing my job', let me remind you that at the time we weren't you job. And that was my fault." Both men paused to remember that horrible night on an icy bridge. "Before I was President, while I am President and after I retire from this office, I am first and always Conner Asher's father. And I will happily take a bullet for the man who saved my sons life."
"Ben, I-I don't know what to say."
"Shake my hand, brother. Say 'thank you' and accept that you won't understand until you have children of your own."