So I said I was done doing these fan fics. I lied. I'm back, but writing from a more serious angle. This story is part one in the "Eagle's Pride" series. Hope you enjoy, and make sure to review...here's the first chapter.
It was a heavy, cool morning on the quiet farm in New Jersey. Fog floated inches above the soft, grassy fields, the silence unbroken but for the gentle mooing of cattle. Jed Bartlett was quietly passing through the morning scene, his figure masked by the weight of the dark fog.
It's over. My Presidency is over. He leaned down and picked up an acorn from the ground. It was strange, really; out of place. There wasn't an oak tree for miles around here. Out of place. My place is in the Oval Office.
"Je-e-e-ed!" Abbey's call echoed faintly across the field. Jed took a moment before responding, but quickly shouted, "Coming, Abbey." It was time for breakfast. The third breakfast he would have since he had left the White House. Maybe today Abbey would make pancakes like she used to; they say luck comes in threes.
Jed quietly made his way through tall grass and swooning day lilies, heading for the squat farmhouse that he shared with his wife and their only servant, Phyllis. Oh, and a squad of the Secret Service. Jed was used to the entourage, though…his entire life had been an inconvenience when he had lived in Washington. But sure as hell worth it.
Somehow he had thought that coming back to Maine would be like rewinding to his pre-Presidential days. The slow tangos with Abbey months before they were married, the warm smell of morning pancakes afterwards…the friends…the everyday thoughts…the potential for greater things…but unfortunately, it seemed that Jed would have to make a new life for himself now. Things were different. They always would be.
Jed was suddenly startled by the chiming of his cell phone. He drew it from his pocket and snapped it open in a quick flash, a skill he had honed during his Presidency.
"Bartlett speaking."
"Hello, sir. We have a small situation."
"What's the matter?"
"Turn on your TV."
Jed rushed into the house and yelled at Abbey to do just that. But it was unnecessary. The glow of the morning news was already filling their quaint living room.