Isis
Disclaimer: I do not have a dog in the copyright rat race. Air Wolf and all its properties belong to some other lucky soul. Me, I just wanted to harmless play with them.
AN- The title come about from to many hrs rocking to TSO Beethoven's Last Night, actually there is more to it than that, but this will do for now. The plot idea. ~shrug~ It keeps trying to get dreary on me. Not that I do well with romance.
Prologue:
It was late evening. The setting sun was a flaming ball of orange as it sunk down lower into the western skyline kissing everything in its wake. Including the weather worn two story stone building. Children's home the sign proclaimed as did the odd sight, of children's colorful pin wheel's planted in would be flower beds.
The large black Lincoln sat at an idling purr, the driver stood at attention ready to open the door for Angelica and John Bradford Horn.
"All I am saying is." The door clicked open before Angelica could finish her sentence.
John Bradford Horn slid out, not bothering to wait on his daughter, to complete her comment.
"Daddy, this isn't going to work. He'll know. They will find out." Angelica repeated it yet again.
"And I told you." Horn hissed through clinched teeth, as the matron led children past them.
He let his eyes scan each fair haired to dark brown hair child most at that incontrollable age. That would not be a problem though, after all he'd just brain wash them. It did work. It had on Mr. String Fellow Hawke once. He did have Air Wolf. Well he had had Air Wolf more than once, but when he had both the man and machine now that was when he really had Air Wolf.
"Is this all you have? I'm looking for something." He sighed in disgust.
He stopped, almost in a state of disturbed shock. There from behind the matron, those penetrating icy blue eyes. Could this be real? Had he really found something, so prefect as to ensnare String Fellow Hawke.
"Prefect." He moved forward, admiring a toddler sized image of what he thought Hawkes offspring might look like.
"Really?" The matron inquired realizing her potential client, was possibly interested in such a sickly child.
"Mr. Anderson, really, I don't believe you want such an unhealthy child as this one." The matron gave a gurgle of a laugh before going on. "Small for her size, I mean she is approximately two. At least is about to be. Clumsy as a dying ox, knows only.. What three words if they can be called that. And will not listen."
Angelica stiffened, just the mere sight of the child twisted her gut. Damn if she didn't believe differently, she would swear those icy blue eyes belonged to none other than String Fellow Hawke, himself.
She leaned down trying not to let those piercing blue eyes burn a hole into her soul. She suddenly felt so… So what… Dirty come to mind as did filthy. They were about to steal this child's life. Not that it appeared to be much of one.
"Hi, what's your name?" Angelica asked, extending her hand outwardly towards the small girl.
Her fingers brushed back fine light brown bangs. Her eye lashes are so long. And those damned icy blue eyes. She shuttered feeling as her soul had a flame touched to it.
"She's deaf." Horn said straightening up. He'd snapped his fingers behind the girls back. She hadn't responded. He'd clapped making sure not to stir up air, and still she didn't respond.
"Ah, well we believe Isis is at least partially, deaf." The matron responded.
Fear creeping into her bones. What if now suddenly she wasn't so what, was it the gentlemen said prefect?
"Isis." Horn smiled.