Healing the Breach
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you would recognize, just the plot.
Notes from the Author: For the purposes of this story Anthony didn't die but he did suffer
from a head injury during the mission. There is some romance in this story, so far the
pairings are Rafe/Evelyn and Anthony/Sandra.
The thing Evelyn hated most in the world was waiting. She had done more than her fair
share of waiting during her twenty-four years on Earth. She had waited for her father to
return from missions during World War I as a young girl and as a teenager she had
waited for her mother to die. She had had cancer and all Evelyn wanted was for her to
transcend the pain that had plagued her for the final two years of her life.
But as she stood on the hot tarmac underneath the early May sunshine, waiting for the
doors to open after the plane that carried the "Doolittle Boys" landed back at Pearl was
the hardest waiting she had ever had to do.
Seeing Rafe emerge from the plane made her the happiest she had ever been or ever
could be. Knowing that he was safe, that he was alive lifted the world's heaviest weight
from her shoulders. She didn't even have room to feel guilty, knowing that she could
never love Danny, the father of her child, as she would love Rafe.
But as he turned back towards the plane to grab the front of what she knew was Danny's
coffin, Evelyn's body became empty. She couldn't even feel the six-month old unborn
child in her belly. The wide and genuine smile that had spread across her delicate and
elegant face at the sight of Rafe evaporated.
When Rafe stopped in front of her, her hand reached out and caressed Danny's flight
jacket. Shocked, she found herself being able to say goodbye to him. When she though
Rafe had died, it had taken her nearly a year just to say the words, but she could never
mean them. There had never been a body, a coffin with Rafe though. And she had never
given up the hope that he was alive, that they would be able to spend the night together
like they had wanted to in New York.
Her eyes met Rafe's and she melted into his gentle and willing embrace. She saw his eyes
glance down at her swollen abdomen and felt his arms release her a bit, as if he were
afraid to crush the baby.
Rafe stroked her hair with his bandaged hand and whispered "I'm so sorry Evelyn, so
sorry" over and over again, so close to her that she could feel his lips graze her ear.
Even in her shocked and saddened state Evelyn thought, "It's been so long since he's
touched me. Since the night he came back." Evelyn thought back to the kiss they had
shared, the kiss that she couldn't stop, even though she was pregnant with his best
friend's baby.
They never lost bodily contact, even while Rafe and the other pilots loaded Danny's
coffin onto a trunk that would take it to storage until Rafe could get it back to Tennessee.
There was always a hand on the small of her back, her arm, around her waist, or even
cupping her cheek.
Rafe turned to her, his broken heart already beginning to heal, and whispered, "Let's get
out of here." Evelyn nodded, aching to be alone with him. All she wanted to do was to
look at him, talk to him, and be with him for the rest of her life.
Meanwhile, Sandra had caught sight of Anthony among all the reunions between pilots
and their families, wives, and girlfriends. She fought through the crowd and stopped less
than six inches away from him.
"Are you going to be okay?" she asked, her fingers tenderly stroking the bandages that
hid the stitches on his head.
"Yeah," he murmured. "Some Chinese doc stitched me up as best he could before we had
to fly back home."
"Come on," Sandra said. "I'm taking you to the hospital so I can have a look at it."
Anthony stopped and looked straight into her emerald eyes. "You remember that line I
tried on you back in New York?" He swallowed nervously when she nodded. "Well it
wasn't a line. I meant it."
Sandra was astonished to see Anthony this serious. She laced her fingers through his and
leaned her lead on his shoulder. "Good." she replied.
Evelyn and Rafe had ridden in a taxi that dropped them off at a beach close to one of the
airfields. Many of the pilots that were there had waved to Rafe and Evelyn could hear
them say to one another, "He's one of the Doolittle Boys!"
Rafe had stopped and sat down on the warm sand, hugging his knees to his chest. Evelyn
thought he looked strangely like a child, but Rafe was almost twenty-six.
"I'm so sorry Ev." Rafe apologized.
"You have nothing to apologize for." She told him grasping his hand, running her thumb
over his roughened knuckles. "It was his choice to go. I only wish that I could have told
him about the baby, and that he knew how I really felt."
Rafe turned his head away from Evelyn, towards the Oahu Mountains, not wanting to see
her face when she told him that she loved Danny.
"Part of me will always love Danny. He gave me this child, someone to talk to when I felt
so alone but most of all," she grabbed Rafe's chin and turned his face towards hers "he
gave me a living reminder of the love of my life, even when I thought I had lost him
forever."
She ran her thumbs over the planes of Rafe's face as he gently gripped her shoulders.
They both leaned in at the same time and kissed each other, gently at first but with each
passing second the passion between the two increased, as the sun began to set.
All feedback is greatly appreciated and so are ideas for the coming chapters. I don't plan
on bringing Danny back from the dead and I want Rafe and Evelyn to stay together.
Danielle
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you would recognize, just the plot.
Notes from the Author: For the purposes of this story Anthony didn't die but he did suffer
from a head injury during the mission. There is some romance in this story, so far the
pairings are Rafe/Evelyn and Anthony/Sandra.
The thing Evelyn hated most in the world was waiting. She had done more than her fair
share of waiting during her twenty-four years on Earth. She had waited for her father to
return from missions during World War I as a young girl and as a teenager she had
waited for her mother to die. She had had cancer and all Evelyn wanted was for her to
transcend the pain that had plagued her for the final two years of her life.
But as she stood on the hot tarmac underneath the early May sunshine, waiting for the
doors to open after the plane that carried the "Doolittle Boys" landed back at Pearl was
the hardest waiting she had ever had to do.
Seeing Rafe emerge from the plane made her the happiest she had ever been or ever
could be. Knowing that he was safe, that he was alive lifted the world's heaviest weight
from her shoulders. She didn't even have room to feel guilty, knowing that she could
never love Danny, the father of her child, as she would love Rafe.
But as he turned back towards the plane to grab the front of what she knew was Danny's
coffin, Evelyn's body became empty. She couldn't even feel the six-month old unborn
child in her belly. The wide and genuine smile that had spread across her delicate and
elegant face at the sight of Rafe evaporated.
When Rafe stopped in front of her, her hand reached out and caressed Danny's flight
jacket. Shocked, she found herself being able to say goodbye to him. When she though
Rafe had died, it had taken her nearly a year just to say the words, but she could never
mean them. There had never been a body, a coffin with Rafe though. And she had never
given up the hope that he was alive, that they would be able to spend the night together
like they had wanted to in New York.
Her eyes met Rafe's and she melted into his gentle and willing embrace. She saw his eyes
glance down at her swollen abdomen and felt his arms release her a bit, as if he were
afraid to crush the baby.
Rafe stroked her hair with his bandaged hand and whispered "I'm so sorry Evelyn, so
sorry" over and over again, so close to her that she could feel his lips graze her ear.
Even in her shocked and saddened state Evelyn thought, "It's been so long since he's
touched me. Since the night he came back." Evelyn thought back to the kiss they had
shared, the kiss that she couldn't stop, even though she was pregnant with his best
friend's baby.
They never lost bodily contact, even while Rafe and the other pilots loaded Danny's
coffin onto a trunk that would take it to storage until Rafe could get it back to Tennessee.
There was always a hand on the small of her back, her arm, around her waist, or even
cupping her cheek.
Rafe turned to her, his broken heart already beginning to heal, and whispered, "Let's get
out of here." Evelyn nodded, aching to be alone with him. All she wanted to do was to
look at him, talk to him, and be with him for the rest of her life.
Meanwhile, Sandra had caught sight of Anthony among all the reunions between pilots
and their families, wives, and girlfriends. She fought through the crowd and stopped less
than six inches away from him.
"Are you going to be okay?" she asked, her fingers tenderly stroking the bandages that
hid the stitches on his head.
"Yeah," he murmured. "Some Chinese doc stitched me up as best he could before we had
to fly back home."
"Come on," Sandra said. "I'm taking you to the hospital so I can have a look at it."
Anthony stopped and looked straight into her emerald eyes. "You remember that line I
tried on you back in New York?" He swallowed nervously when she nodded. "Well it
wasn't a line. I meant it."
Sandra was astonished to see Anthony this serious. She laced her fingers through his and
leaned her lead on his shoulder. "Good." she replied.
Evelyn and Rafe had ridden in a taxi that dropped them off at a beach close to one of the
airfields. Many of the pilots that were there had waved to Rafe and Evelyn could hear
them say to one another, "He's one of the Doolittle Boys!"
Rafe had stopped and sat down on the warm sand, hugging his knees to his chest. Evelyn
thought he looked strangely like a child, but Rafe was almost twenty-six.
"I'm so sorry Ev." Rafe apologized.
"You have nothing to apologize for." She told him grasping his hand, running her thumb
over his roughened knuckles. "It was his choice to go. I only wish that I could have told
him about the baby, and that he knew how I really felt."
Rafe turned his head away from Evelyn, towards the Oahu Mountains, not wanting to see
her face when she told him that she loved Danny.
"Part of me will always love Danny. He gave me this child, someone to talk to when I felt
so alone but most of all," she grabbed Rafe's chin and turned his face towards hers "he
gave me a living reminder of the love of my life, even when I thought I had lost him
forever."
She ran her thumbs over the planes of Rafe's face as he gently gripped her shoulders.
They both leaned in at the same time and kissed each other, gently at first but with each
passing second the passion between the two increased, as the sun began to set.
All feedback is greatly appreciated and so are ideas for the coming chapters. I don't plan
on bringing Danny back from the dead and I want Rafe and Evelyn to stay together.
Danielle