TITLE: Choices
AUTHOR: Alison Hart Burnett (B)
PAIRING: Wait and see.
SUMMARY: It would give to much away.
RATING: PG-13 for now. Could change later.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own anyone in this story but Paul and his father. Don't sue cause I don't have anything.
NOTES: Thank you so much to Robin and Kurt (the love of my life) for helping me out with this fic. Without them it wouldn't be done. Also this is written for Robin, who said that I had to do this because I've been to quiet on this list lately and because she's the one who came up with the idea for this fic. Thanks Robin. You're great.
The Joes were out looking for stragglers from the latest battle with Cobra over the Indian Ocean. They had been looking over this stream of small Indian islands for over half a day. Flint was getting frustrated and wanted to return to base to spend the rest of the day with Lady Jaye.
"Flint."Â Slipstream yelled over the noise of the Tomahawk.
"What is it Slipstream."Â Flint yelled back from his Co-pilots seat next to Lift Ticket.
"We have some kind of distress signal coming from the 5th island. It's tattered and old but there." Slipstream responded back.
"You heard him, Lift Ticket. Let's get to that island, stat." Flint ordered.
Lift Ticket turned the chopper slightly to the north and headed to the small, supposedly uninhabited island. The shore was too rocky to land so they found a clearing not to far from the signal next to the shore. As they made their way to the shore they saw a piece
of what appeared to be an American plane wash up. Flint, Slipstream and Lift Ticket made their way over to it to check it out.
"I just remember something."Â Slipstream stopped, grabbing Flint's arm.
"What is it Slipstream?"Â Flint asked as he looked at the planes identification numbers.
"About 5 years ago a top secret plane went down over these islands. Neither the plane or the pilot were ever recovered." Slipstream gazed out over the shore.
What was the name of this pilot?" Flint concentrated on a piece of wreckage, slowly turning it over to examine the other side.
Slipstream bent over to help him. "I don't remember. I met him at his send off party the night before the mission. He was one of the best but was still pretty cool. Man could he party."
After finding nothing underneath the piece of plane they continued up the shore. They heard a rustling in the brush to the side of them and immediately came on guard.
Suddenly, someone jumped out of the brush. His eyes were wild, defensive ready to attack his intruders.
Flint noticed the tattoo on his shoulder. It appeared to be Navy. "Who are you?"
"Who are you?" the man sneered back.
"I am Flint. I am third in command of the US Special Strike Force called G.I. Joe." Flint answered, aware that this man would not answer him until he identified himself.
The man looked past Flint to see Slipstream behind him recalling the send off party. "Have we met?"
"I'm not sure. Tell us your name and we'll see."
The man stepped back to the brush reaching for a branch to use in defense.
"Look, we're here to help. I remember the send off party. You were hanging out at the bar with your buddies bragging about," Slipstream watched his hand grasp a branch. "Give me a minute.it was 5 years ago. You were bragging about your wife. One of the guys toasted your good fortune," they watched him drop the branch and fall to his knees before rushing to pull him up to stand.
"What's your name?"Â Flint took a shoulder moving him to a rock, and offered him some fresh water.
"Paul.Captain Paul Burnett, USN. I lost track of time sitting on this rock," he sighed heavily before taking a long drink from the canteen. "What ship brought you?"
"The USS Flagg.an aircraft carrier five miles out, let's get you out of here," Flint radioed the ship he had a survivor. Then they all piled on board the Tomohawk and headed back
to the Flagg.
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"Is there anyone we should have the Red Cross contact?" The ship's doctor looked up from Paul's chart. "Yeah, my wife and father. Look I don't want to upset them; can you hold off a while? I need time to make sure they're all ok. Is there a way I can get access to a phone? It sounds odd but I need to hear her voice."
"Of course.I'll get a ship to shore call set up for you," the medic walked over to the communication station on the wall nearby as Flint walked in with Slipstream.
"Hey.looks like the doc's taken good care of you," Slipstream watched the medic hand him the phone. Paul gave the operator the number.
"Calling home," Paul grinned. "I hope she's there.wait I can't do this what if the baby answers," Paul frowned quickly hanging up.
"Baby? That's what they were patting you're back for," Slipstream grinned. "Do you know what she was having?"
"No, we just found out." Sadness clouded over his face, "I've been gone 5 years. What if she's moved on?" Paul looked at the other men.
"I wish I could say something but I can't I'm not married.but Flint here. Now he's got a girl to die for," Slipstream elbowed the warrant officer.
"Yeah, speaking of whom if I don't call her soon, she's going out with the girls. Excuse me," Flint walked off leaving the two men to talk.
"What's your wife's name?" Slipstream took a chair next to the bed.
"Alison. We grew up together," a smiled spread across his face as he leaned back. "She was worried about the mission said she had a bad feeling. She worked for the state department for a while after we got married then decided to slow down."
"What did she do for the State Department?" Slipstream asked, intrigued.
"Top secret stuff. She couldn't go into details with me," he sighed. "Is the chaplain around?"
"He's trying to locate her now for you. He's also looking for information on your child," Slipstream stood from his chair. "I have to get back to Flint. We're getting ready to fly back to the base tonight. How's Lady Jaye doing?"
"They sent her on a mission with Wild Bill and Shipwreck after getting them together back at the base. She won't be back for a few weeks," he walked over to Paul. "We're taking you to the military hospital in Germany as soon as the doc says it's a go."
The medic walked in at the tail end of that statement. "He can leave as soon as you are ready. He can get better treatment there than he can here." He went over and marked something in Paul's chart.
The chaplain came back into Paul's wardroom. "I'm sorry, my son, but I was unable to find anything about your wife Alison, or of a child. Now, seeing the nature of both her and your jobs, any contact information may have to be processed through proper channels to make sure that there is no security breach. We just have to be patient while the Good Lord puts his power to use here. As soon as they find anything, I am sure someone will let you know. But for now, we must wait."
"I know, padre" said Paul," but it has been such a long time. They were the reason that I stayed alive on that God-Forsaken island for all those years." Sobs began to shake his body, as the truth of the chaplain's woords sank in. That they may not be there to see him, that they may have died since he had been shipwrecked there.
"Now, Now, my son. It will all be OK. Just wait and see." And with that, the chaplain left Paul to his misery, being there was little he could do for the man right now. and Paul cried himself to sleep, something he had not done for almost four years.
AUTHOR: Alison Hart Burnett (B)
PAIRING: Wait and see.
SUMMARY: It would give to much away.
RATING: PG-13 for now. Could change later.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own anyone in this story but Paul and his father. Don't sue cause I don't have anything.
NOTES: Thank you so much to Robin and Kurt (the love of my life) for helping me out with this fic. Without them it wouldn't be done. Also this is written for Robin, who said that I had to do this because I've been to quiet on this list lately and because she's the one who came up with the idea for this fic. Thanks Robin. You're great.
The Joes were out looking for stragglers from the latest battle with Cobra over the Indian Ocean. They had been looking over this stream of small Indian islands for over half a day. Flint was getting frustrated and wanted to return to base to spend the rest of the day with Lady Jaye.
"Flint."Â Slipstream yelled over the noise of the Tomahawk.
"What is it Slipstream."Â Flint yelled back from his Co-pilots seat next to Lift Ticket.
"We have some kind of distress signal coming from the 5th island. It's tattered and old but there." Slipstream responded back.
"You heard him, Lift Ticket. Let's get to that island, stat." Flint ordered.
Lift Ticket turned the chopper slightly to the north and headed to the small, supposedly uninhabited island. The shore was too rocky to land so they found a clearing not to far from the signal next to the shore. As they made their way to the shore they saw a piece
of what appeared to be an American plane wash up. Flint, Slipstream and Lift Ticket made their way over to it to check it out.
"I just remember something."Â Slipstream stopped, grabbing Flint's arm.
"What is it Slipstream?"Â Flint asked as he looked at the planes identification numbers.
"About 5 years ago a top secret plane went down over these islands. Neither the plane or the pilot were ever recovered." Slipstream gazed out over the shore.
What was the name of this pilot?" Flint concentrated on a piece of wreckage, slowly turning it over to examine the other side.
Slipstream bent over to help him. "I don't remember. I met him at his send off party the night before the mission. He was one of the best but was still pretty cool. Man could he party."
After finding nothing underneath the piece of plane they continued up the shore. They heard a rustling in the brush to the side of them and immediately came on guard.
Suddenly, someone jumped out of the brush. His eyes were wild, defensive ready to attack his intruders.
Flint noticed the tattoo on his shoulder. It appeared to be Navy. "Who are you?"
"Who are you?" the man sneered back.
"I am Flint. I am third in command of the US Special Strike Force called G.I. Joe." Flint answered, aware that this man would not answer him until he identified himself.
The man looked past Flint to see Slipstream behind him recalling the send off party. "Have we met?"
"I'm not sure. Tell us your name and we'll see."
The man stepped back to the brush reaching for a branch to use in defense.
"Look, we're here to help. I remember the send off party. You were hanging out at the bar with your buddies bragging about," Slipstream watched his hand grasp a branch. "Give me a minute.it was 5 years ago. You were bragging about your wife. One of the guys toasted your good fortune," they watched him drop the branch and fall to his knees before rushing to pull him up to stand.
"What's your name?"Â Flint took a shoulder moving him to a rock, and offered him some fresh water.
"Paul.Captain Paul Burnett, USN. I lost track of time sitting on this rock," he sighed heavily before taking a long drink from the canteen. "What ship brought you?"
"The USS Flagg.an aircraft carrier five miles out, let's get you out of here," Flint radioed the ship he had a survivor. Then they all piled on board the Tomohawk and headed back
to the Flagg.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Is there anyone we should have the Red Cross contact?" The ship's doctor looked up from Paul's chart. "Yeah, my wife and father. Look I don't want to upset them; can you hold off a while? I need time to make sure they're all ok. Is there a way I can get access to a phone? It sounds odd but I need to hear her voice."
"Of course.I'll get a ship to shore call set up for you," the medic walked over to the communication station on the wall nearby as Flint walked in with Slipstream.
"Hey.looks like the doc's taken good care of you," Slipstream watched the medic hand him the phone. Paul gave the operator the number.
"Calling home," Paul grinned. "I hope she's there.wait I can't do this what if the baby answers," Paul frowned quickly hanging up.
"Baby? That's what they were patting you're back for," Slipstream grinned. "Do you know what she was having?"
"No, we just found out." Sadness clouded over his face, "I've been gone 5 years. What if she's moved on?" Paul looked at the other men.
"I wish I could say something but I can't I'm not married.but Flint here. Now he's got a girl to die for," Slipstream elbowed the warrant officer.
"Yeah, speaking of whom if I don't call her soon, she's going out with the girls. Excuse me," Flint walked off leaving the two men to talk.
"What's your wife's name?" Slipstream took a chair next to the bed.
"Alison. We grew up together," a smiled spread across his face as he leaned back. "She was worried about the mission said she had a bad feeling. She worked for the state department for a while after we got married then decided to slow down."
"What did she do for the State Department?" Slipstream asked, intrigued.
"Top secret stuff. She couldn't go into details with me," he sighed. "Is the chaplain around?"
"He's trying to locate her now for you. He's also looking for information on your child," Slipstream stood from his chair. "I have to get back to Flint. We're getting ready to fly back to the base tonight. How's Lady Jaye doing?"
"They sent her on a mission with Wild Bill and Shipwreck after getting them together back at the base. She won't be back for a few weeks," he walked over to Paul. "We're taking you to the military hospital in Germany as soon as the doc says it's a go."
The medic walked in at the tail end of that statement. "He can leave as soon as you are ready. He can get better treatment there than he can here." He went over and marked something in Paul's chart.
The chaplain came back into Paul's wardroom. "I'm sorry, my son, but I was unable to find anything about your wife Alison, or of a child. Now, seeing the nature of both her and your jobs, any contact information may have to be processed through proper channels to make sure that there is no security breach. We just have to be patient while the Good Lord puts his power to use here. As soon as they find anything, I am sure someone will let you know. But for now, we must wait."
"I know, padre" said Paul," but it has been such a long time. They were the reason that I stayed alive on that God-Forsaken island for all those years." Sobs began to shake his body, as the truth of the chaplain's woords sank in. That they may not be there to see him, that they may have died since he had been shipwrecked there.
"Now, Now, my son. It will all be OK. Just wait and see." And with that, the chaplain left Paul to his misery, being there was little he could do for the man right now. and Paul cried himself to sleep, something he had not done for almost four years.