TITLE: Home
AUTHOR: Alison Hart Burnett
PAIRING: Wait and see.
SUMMARY: It would give to much away.
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Don't own anyone in this story. Don't sue cause I don't have anything.
Home
He sat in the steamy jungle leaning against a tree covered in all kinds of vines. He lost track of the amount of time he had been there. It felt like a year but it had only been three days. He was the last of his unit that consisted of him and twenty greenshirts. This was just supposed to be a test for the greenies to see how they would be at infiltration of a Cobra base. The base was supposed to be empty. Just a training exercise. But the base was not empty and they were picked off. Ten of the greenshirts were killed as they infiltrated the supposedly empty base. Five more were killed as they retreated into the jungle. Three were injured and died as a result of that two days ago. The last two were picked off by the Cobra Vipers tracking them yesterday. Now he was the last.
He just wanted to rest for a moment. Just a moment to catch his breath. Sweat was running down his face and into his eyes causing them to sting. He rubbed his eyes, wanting desperately to just get a few minutes of sleep but knew that could prove fatal. He had been out of radio contact with base since the start of the exercise and knew he only had to hold out a little while longer and a rescue unit would come find him. Just a little bit longer and they would be taking him home.
Home. That one word is what was keeping him going. Home. The place that he would give anything to get back too. Home. The place where his wife would be waiting for him. Home. The place his wife would be sitting there worrying about him knowing that he hadn't checked in yet, she was a Joe after all. Home. The place where his child is waiting to be born.
He had to get there; he promised his wife he would not miss the birth of their first child. He or she would be arriving any day now. His wife was due in only a week. He wanted nothing more than to get home and witness the miracle that he helped create with his wife. The product of their love.
Footsteps. He could hear them approaching to the west of him. He had to get up but the pain he felt from the bullet in his left shoulder prevented it. It drained too much of his energy. He managed to move around to the other side of the tree. He took a few deep breaths then stood up to run. He took one step then fell forward. He managed to turn over knowing this would be the end of him and he wanted to look into the eyes of his murder. A Viper stood above him, gun pointed right at his head. Suddenly a shot fired and he closed his eyes tightly thinking it was the end. He felt a hand on his head. "Come on big guy, let's get you home."
"Home." He managed to say in a raspy voice. The only place in the world he wanted to be.
"Yes Flint, we're taking you home."