Ah yes hello again! I am back with the rewrite of this story! This is the sequel to my previous story, "School Sweethearts", however prior reading is not needed. (seriously don't read it its from a long time ago and really bad lol)
I really hope this version turns out to be better than the original one I never updated (my bad oops). As always, Disney owns all original character, all others not in the franchise are mine! Enjoy!
Siddeley Jetliner should have been used to this dreary routine by now. At least, that's what he thought. After the chaos that ensued during the World Grand Prix nearly a year prior, he was glad to have at least some time off from his normal missions. When he thought "some time", he had pictured a few days, maybe a week if he was lucky. After all, the world could have been in danger at any given moment. The Commander of CHROME, however, thought otherwise as he handed Siddeley a slip of paper with his silver rimmed wheel just three weeks before.
Siddeley was dumbfounded. Three weeks? That was too long! The world needed him! Of course, there were other jets with nearly the same job as he within the agency, but they couldn't possibly do their job as correctly as he could!
As he had thought, three weeks should have been enough time to adjust to desk life.
As he sat at his desk in one of the hangars that occupied the above ground units of CHROME, he longed for the excitement and adventure of a routine mission. He hadn't even gone through the full three weeks of his leave yet; he thought he would go mad by the end of it all. Now, he was stuck at his desk, a stack of thick files piled in front of him. Charting was not his job. He barely even used his desk, let alone knew he even had huffed and sunk lower on his landing gear, resting his front on his desk. At least the curved wooden table was good for one thing. He began to zone out, his mind traveling elsewhere; preferably anywhere but this dreary desk.
Siddeley rested his thoughts on his wife and their upcoming anniversary. He had to think of a good way to surprise her; after all, this was their fourth wedding anniversary. It may have been still a few months away, but that didn't stop him from planning it out. He wanted to go above and beyond the norm for his beloved, but, he couldn't seem to think of anything in particular. He only wanted the best for her. The thoughts of his wife brought him to remember how sick she had been the past few weeks. Barely able to hold anything down, the young woman simply laid in bed as the day passed. Why was he here again? He should be at home with her, helping her overcome whatever illness took root in her system. She insisted against it, and sometimes Siddeley despised how independent she was. She needed his help, but "did not want to be a bother", that she could take care of herself. It was obvious whatever she had did not want to cease. Her illness might put a damper on whatever anniversary plan he came up with, if it persisted that long.
"IF it persists." He reminded himself.
Siddeley sighed and glanced at his desk phone, then at his wall clock. It was almost two in the afternoon, Cassandra should have eaten lunch by now. He glanced at his phone once more, maybe she would call with news that she was feeling better? Siddeley figured that would be a long shot.
"No," He thought, "She's fine. She'll just tell me I'm worrying too much."
But, he couldn't help but worry. He bit his lip and glanced at the phone again. He tapped the call button with his nose, entering the voice command to dial home.
"Hello...?" Cassandra's groggy voice came through the phone a moment later. She must have been napping.
"Cassie, I'm just calling to check up on you. How are you feeling?"
"Siddeley..." She yawned. "I told you this morning, I would call if I truly needed anything. You...do your work things, I'm fine."
"How have you been so far?"
"Haven't been sick yet, but I've only been napping. In fact, I was in the middle of one until you—" Her voice cut suddenly. There was a clanging and crash, followed by a door slamming in the background.
"Cassie?" No response. Siddeley felt his heart race. "Cassandra!"
What seemed like ages later, there came a few sickly groans and then a sad, tired sigh on the other end. "Siddeley, I'm here."
At the sound of her voice, relief flooded him. "What happened? Are you alright?" He asked.
"Just..." She sighed heavily. "I guess I spoke too soon. I don't know when this is going to stop! Four weeks; what is happening to me?"
"Maybe it's about time you visited the doctor, Cassandra." Siddeley suggested, his brows furrowing. "You haven't eaten much in a while."
Cassie became silent, and Siddeley could almost hear how tense she was. "Cassie, dear, you don't need to be so scared. I will be right there with you."
Cassie chuckled sadly. "I know, Siddeley. I'm..." She sighed. "I'm afraid of what they'll tell me. I'm afraid that it won't be something good. I mean; four weeks? That's not good is it? What if I'm terminal? What-"
"Cassandra, you need to slow down for a second. Let's think realistically for a moment here—"
"I am thinking realistically!"
"Cassie," Siddeley said calmly, "Everything will be fine. Yes, I admit, this is a little odd; but you will never know unless you go."
Cassie sighed heavily again.
"Have you eaten anything at all?"
"No," She sounded ashamed of herself. "I tried earlier with a cracker; really, I did! I couldn't bring myself to bite it..."
Siddeley's worries only grew. "You need to see the doctor, Cassandra. I don't want you starving."
"I, urh—" Her voice cut off abruptly, followed by another round of door slamming. Siddeley sighed, defeated.
This time when she returned, Cassie seemed to whimper in pain. "Sid–ley..."
The silver jet sighed exasperatedly, "Cassandra, this is the last time. I'm calling the doctor and we're going to find out what in Heaven's name is wrong!"
"Siddeley, please, no!" She wailed.
"Cassandra—"
"Siddeley! Please!"
The spy jet closed his eyes tightly. He knew Cassie had a small fear of hospitals, but this was getting out of hand. "Cassie," He sighed, "Darling, I don't want to see you so sick. I want to know what's causing this so we can fix it. I want you well. I hate to see you like this."
Cassie sighed. After a few moments, she said, "Alright. Make the call."
"I will. I'll see you at home. I love you."
"I love you, too..."
After she ended the call, Cassie slumped on the bed. He was going to find out, eventually. She definitely would not be able to keep something like this from him.
"He's going to be so busy." Cassie thought. "He won't be here for the majority of it."
What if he didn't react to the news like she had hoped? What if he was angry at her? She should have told him when she found out; she wouldn't be stuck in this rut. But, then again, maybe he would be happy. After all, this is what he wanted. And, Siddeley was not the type to anger easily. So, why should she worry? He loved children, and having one of his own is all he ever wanted. He would make an excellent father, she was sure of it. But, even at that thought, her conflicting emotions raged a silent war as the day went on, and her doubts seemed to be winning.
A while later when Siddeley returned home from work, his wife no where to be seen. He made his way into their bedroom, where he found her settled on the bed. Siddeley wasn't sure if settled was the right word to describe Cassie's current state. Her demeanor was tense; so tense Siddeley could almost feel her frustration crackle through the air. He couldn't figure out if it was her posture or her furrowed brows that made him chuckle.
Cassie's blue eyes snapped forward out of their trance to meet her husband's brown ones. "Oh, goodness, Siddeley! I didn't hear you come in!"
He chuckled again, rolling forward to kiss her nose. "No worries, love. I saw you were thinking hard about something, and I didn't want to bother you."
Cassie blushed furiously in response, and the simple fact that she was blushing made her blush even more.
"What were you thinking about?" Siddeley asked.
Cassie hesitated. "Nothing, Sid; nothing that's of any importance right now."
"Cassie, is everything alright?"
The white jet nodded, not meeting his eyes.
"There's nothing to be worried about, dear. Everything will be fine. I promise." Siddeley said, nudging her reassuringly.
Cassie sat in silence for a minute. "Siddeley,". She paused, "There's...something I should tell you."
"Of course, love."
"I..." She hesitated, stumbling over her words. "Uhm...n–nevermind."
Siddeley raised a brow in confusion. "Are you sure?"
Cassie quickly nodded.
Siddeley slowly nodded at his wife's strange behavior. "Alright." He kissed her nose. "I'll go make your appointment, then."
Cassie bit her lip and watched him as he rolled away. She mentally kicked herself for stuttering.
"It will be fine, Cassie. Stop over-thinking! It. Will. Be. Fine." She thought to herself.
But even then, she still wasn't sure.
Aw, poor Cassie :( Anyway, don't forget to leave a kind review! Let me know what you guys think, and I'll see you in the next chapter!