Title: 1943
Author: Dylan Shelby
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: During WWII Rick, Evie, Alex, and Jonathan are separated and
spread to the ends of the earth. This is their struggle and fight to find
and save each other again
Dedication: To Whitney, I love you girl!
Author's Notes: This is part one, tell me if you would like to continue.
Teaser
London, England
1943
They didn't have much time to move and get out of their home, but Rick and
Evie moved as fast as they possibly could. They were leaving for America
and fast. World War II had knocked on their door too many times and it was
important they stay safe. What made it hard was the fact their son, Alex,
was now enlisted into the army. They didn't have much choice and Alex had
sent word yesterday to get out NOW!
They had gotten a secured boat bound for America and booked passage as
quickly as possible. They took as much as their belongings as they could
and were now taking the car to the dock. Trouble of course found them at
once. It was waiting in the shadows and grabbed Rick before he had a
chance to yell. "You keep your mouth shut and I will let your wife live."
Rick did as he was told. Once in a blue moon he still had nightmares of
Evie being dead. "What do you want?" he asked.
Evie was up on the dock searching for her husband. She had made it all
the way to their cabin before she noticed that he was missing. Now she
was searching frantically all throughout the ship. He had to be there
because they were about to move from port and the ramp was missing. It
was only when she was looking into the abyss on the dock that she noticed
him with another gentlemen, "RICK!!!!" she screamed. He turned around to
look at her, he then turned back saying something to the man next to her,
he turned once again to look at her, "Go on Evie, I'll be there in a few
days. You know where to go." He shouted.
Evie couldn't move she was stuck there looking at her husband as he looked
back at her. There was no one else in the world right now, but them. The
moment didn't last long and when they both got their senses back together
it was too late for them to catch up to the other. Rick was staying in
England for reasons she did not know and she was going to America, without
any of her family members.
Chapter 1
London, England
It was hard to watch his son leave. It was harder for his wife...his
wife...Evie. He watched the ship pull away, slowly as to wrench his
heart with each slap of the wave. She was gone now, but at least she was
safe. He couldn't say the same thing for him or his son. "Mr. O'Connell
are you coming?" the man asked. "Can you at least tell me who you are?" he
asked. "You may call me Tim Smith" he answered. The man in front of him
didn't look like a "Tim", more like a "Reginald" or "Charles". All the
"Tim's" he knew were nice people this man in front was not. He sighed a
gain, "Okay, Tim, where are we going?" he asked. "We, Mr. O'Connell,
are going to go on a little trip." He answered only looking at Rick for a
moment. "Well you know I was about to go on a trip..." "Yes away from
here, away from your son and brother-in-law." Tim interrupted. "How did
you know about Alex and Jonathan." "I am here from his majesty about them
sir. Now please, we must get you back." Tim said hurriedly and pushed
Rick in front of him to get them to move. "Back where?" Rick asked.
"Egypt." Tim answered.
The name Egypt was like a plague on Rick's tongue. It wasn't a place he
really wanted to go back. Yes he met his soul mate there and that is
where his son was conceived, but it was also the place where he almost
lost his son and wife. They reached a car and Tim rushed him, clicked
on the glass after he shut the door and the car lurched forward and they
were off. Rick was sick to his stomach and no sign of a cure in sight.
"So Tim, what does his majesty want with me?" he asked. "Can't tell you."
He answered. "Can you tell me anything?" Rick asked with exasperation.
"Not right now, I'm sorry. Just sit back Mr. O'Connell it is going to
be awhile." Rick rolled his eyes; he still didn't have the patience of
his wife. He looked out the windows and as he watched the scenery go by he
sat back and thought of his family...
Last year when Alex was a senior and about to graduate Jonathan had taken
off. No real reason as to why. Just told the family he loved them, was
proud of Alex and left. A few letters came, but they didn't give much
information except his love and pride to Alex. Alex was glad for the
letters; he missed his uncle terribly. Rick knew something had to have
happened, but he couldn't get Jonathan to tell him before he left. There
was never a return address on any of the letters and there was no way to
track him down. They let it be, but it was still a sore spot with the
three of them.
Alex's Story
Somewhere in Europe
Feb. 28, 1943; 2:49 PM
Alex loved flying. He loved the speed and the view it allowed. What he
loved even more was the bombing of Hitler's men. It gave him a thrill to
know that he was flying for the right side. He was now on a secret
mission. It wasn't his first, but it still gave him a thrill. There was
something from his childhood that he was playing when he got to go on
these. The only thing he knew was he was to pick up a man in Egypt, Cairo
to be precise.
He really wasn't sure how he felt about Egypt. It had taken him awhile to
get over what had happened ten years ago. He wasn't even sure how he
really felt about being a soldier so short after graduating school, but so
far he wasn't minding it. In fact he was having the time of his life.
He had met a good friend, Gabriel Scott, who was the complete opposite of
him. Where he liked adventuring Gabriel really didn't. He was very
levelheaded and very grounded in whatever he did. What really made Alex
like him was because he reminded him so much of his dad.
He really hoped his parents had gotten to America like they were suppose
to. They would have left sooner, when everyone else did, but were held back
because getting his father passage was a problem. The only way to get to
America was to get papers from the parliament and they weren't too
concerned with his father's safety. Also Alex thought they were waiting
for him to grow up and become a soldier. Of course if his father couldn't go, his mother wasn't about to leave his side.
He was just now flying over Italy when he saw something come up at him. It
was too late to do anything about it; he swerved and made a move that his
father had taught him. Another object was hurtled his direction and
clipped his wing. He felt the force of the impact and began doing anything
in his power to make his bird move and land as safe as possible. He
thought he had it under control until he heard and felt an explosion. The
plane started spiraling out of control. There was only one thing to do...
"Eject" he screamed at the seat, praying it would let him. "EJECT!!!!" he
screamed again...
Evie's Story
Queen Victoria
Somewhere in the Atlantic
March 3, 194311:47 AM
The ride over was something to be desired. They had a rolling sea for it
was March and of course people were scared as can be. All that really
didn't bother her. What bothered her was the fact that her husband wasn't
with her. No one was with her and she felt very much alone. There was no
one to share anything with. If she didn't believe in her family she could
very well become very depressed. She had faith in Rick and Alex. She
missed Jonathan, but for some reason she wasn't very worried about him.
When he left he seemed resolute, as if he knew exactly what was going to
happen and what was going on. She had been given time, over a year, to get
over his departure. She was okay with that. She was not however, okay
with the fact that her husband and son were caught up in a war that had
destroyed so much already.
She climbed up to the deck with her coat wrapped tightly around her and
looked out to the sea. It was very calm today and calmed her nerves. She
was wrapped up in her thoughts and didn't notice a nice looking gentlemen
stand next to her. "Nice day" he said. She jumped and looked over at the
voice. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you." He said. With her
nerves calmed she turned and looked at the man, "It is alright, I was
just thinking." She answered. "Ah yes, thinking, can be very dangerous."
He responded. She gave him a smile. He was young, maybe twenty or
twenty-five. He had brown hair that had streaks of blonde where the sun
had kissed it. "My name is Gabriel Scott by the way."
Evie cocked her head, she knew that name from somewhere, but she couldn't
place it. He gave her a look, but before she could conjure up any more
memories he answered her question, "I am friends with your son Alex."
He told her. She was surprised and it showed in her face. "Alex?"
"Yes, I was sent here by his majesty on official business." He told her.
She seemed to take his answer in stride and continued to look out at the
ocean.
Somehow with the knowledge that Gabriel was on board seemed to settle
some sort of peace in Evie. She smiled again, "Lt. Scott would you like
to accompany a woman to lunch?" she asked. "It would be my honor
Mrs. O'Connell." He said and offered his arm, which she took. At lunch
they spoke about Egypt and Evie running the British Museum before she left
for America. When Gabriel noticed the sadness when she spoke of Rick
he changed the subject to where she would be living once she got to
America. She knew what he was doing, but was thankful for the
distraction. "I was told by my son to go to Savannah, Georgia." She
told him. She really didn't know why, but by the look on Gabriel's face
he did. "Do you know something?" she asked. He looked down at his plate
and sighed. "Yes, I don't think it is my place to tell you though." He
answered.
She gave him a look that told him she did not appreciate that answer. She
was hoping that this look worked, as well on him as it did her own boys.
"I'm sorry Mrs. O'Connell really I am I just can't tell you. When you
speak to Alex again he can tell you." Gabriel answered. Evie narrowed
her eyes, but Gabriel turned stoned faced and wouldn't budge. Evie let
out a breath and let it go. "Alright, but if I don't find out I will
hunt you down until I find you." Gabriel smiled, "I'm sure you would
have no trouble Mrs. O'Connell." They finished their lunch and got up
to leave. "Well I guess I will see you around Mrs. O'Connell." Gabriel
said and then left. Evie smiled after, just like her own son.
****Author's Notes****
Well I hope you liked it, I will continue shortly.
Author: Dylan Shelby
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: During WWII Rick, Evie, Alex, and Jonathan are separated and
spread to the ends of the earth. This is their struggle and fight to find
and save each other again
Dedication: To Whitney, I love you girl!
Author's Notes: This is part one, tell me if you would like to continue.
Teaser
London, England
1943
They didn't have much time to move and get out of their home, but Rick and
Evie moved as fast as they possibly could. They were leaving for America
and fast. World War II had knocked on their door too many times and it was
important they stay safe. What made it hard was the fact their son, Alex,
was now enlisted into the army. They didn't have much choice and Alex had
sent word yesterday to get out NOW!
They had gotten a secured boat bound for America and booked passage as
quickly as possible. They took as much as their belongings as they could
and were now taking the car to the dock. Trouble of course found them at
once. It was waiting in the shadows and grabbed Rick before he had a
chance to yell. "You keep your mouth shut and I will let your wife live."
Rick did as he was told. Once in a blue moon he still had nightmares of
Evie being dead. "What do you want?" he asked.
Evie was up on the dock searching for her husband. She had made it all
the way to their cabin before she noticed that he was missing. Now she
was searching frantically all throughout the ship. He had to be there
because they were about to move from port and the ramp was missing. It
was only when she was looking into the abyss on the dock that she noticed
him with another gentlemen, "RICK!!!!" she screamed. He turned around to
look at her, he then turned back saying something to the man next to her,
he turned once again to look at her, "Go on Evie, I'll be there in a few
days. You know where to go." He shouted.
Evie couldn't move she was stuck there looking at her husband as he looked
back at her. There was no one else in the world right now, but them. The
moment didn't last long and when they both got their senses back together
it was too late for them to catch up to the other. Rick was staying in
England for reasons she did not know and she was going to America, without
any of her family members.
Chapter 1
London, England
It was hard to watch his son leave. It was harder for his wife...his
wife...Evie. He watched the ship pull away, slowly as to wrench his
heart with each slap of the wave. She was gone now, but at least she was
safe. He couldn't say the same thing for him or his son. "Mr. O'Connell
are you coming?" the man asked. "Can you at least tell me who you are?" he
asked. "You may call me Tim Smith" he answered. The man in front of him
didn't look like a "Tim", more like a "Reginald" or "Charles". All the
"Tim's" he knew were nice people this man in front was not. He sighed a
gain, "Okay, Tim, where are we going?" he asked. "We, Mr. O'Connell,
are going to go on a little trip." He answered only looking at Rick for a
moment. "Well you know I was about to go on a trip..." "Yes away from
here, away from your son and brother-in-law." Tim interrupted. "How did
you know about Alex and Jonathan." "I am here from his majesty about them
sir. Now please, we must get you back." Tim said hurriedly and pushed
Rick in front of him to get them to move. "Back where?" Rick asked.
"Egypt." Tim answered.
The name Egypt was like a plague on Rick's tongue. It wasn't a place he
really wanted to go back. Yes he met his soul mate there and that is
where his son was conceived, but it was also the place where he almost
lost his son and wife. They reached a car and Tim rushed him, clicked
on the glass after he shut the door and the car lurched forward and they
were off. Rick was sick to his stomach and no sign of a cure in sight.
"So Tim, what does his majesty want with me?" he asked. "Can't tell you."
He answered. "Can you tell me anything?" Rick asked with exasperation.
"Not right now, I'm sorry. Just sit back Mr. O'Connell it is going to
be awhile." Rick rolled his eyes; he still didn't have the patience of
his wife. He looked out the windows and as he watched the scenery go by he
sat back and thought of his family...
Last year when Alex was a senior and about to graduate Jonathan had taken
off. No real reason as to why. Just told the family he loved them, was
proud of Alex and left. A few letters came, but they didn't give much
information except his love and pride to Alex. Alex was glad for the
letters; he missed his uncle terribly. Rick knew something had to have
happened, but he couldn't get Jonathan to tell him before he left. There
was never a return address on any of the letters and there was no way to
track him down. They let it be, but it was still a sore spot with the
three of them.
Alex's Story
Somewhere in Europe
Feb. 28, 1943; 2:49 PM
Alex loved flying. He loved the speed and the view it allowed. What he
loved even more was the bombing of Hitler's men. It gave him a thrill to
know that he was flying for the right side. He was now on a secret
mission. It wasn't his first, but it still gave him a thrill. There was
something from his childhood that he was playing when he got to go on
these. The only thing he knew was he was to pick up a man in Egypt, Cairo
to be precise.
He really wasn't sure how he felt about Egypt. It had taken him awhile to
get over what had happened ten years ago. He wasn't even sure how he
really felt about being a soldier so short after graduating school, but so
far he wasn't minding it. In fact he was having the time of his life.
He had met a good friend, Gabriel Scott, who was the complete opposite of
him. Where he liked adventuring Gabriel really didn't. He was very
levelheaded and very grounded in whatever he did. What really made Alex
like him was because he reminded him so much of his dad.
He really hoped his parents had gotten to America like they were suppose
to. They would have left sooner, when everyone else did, but were held back
because getting his father passage was a problem. The only way to get to
America was to get papers from the parliament and they weren't too
concerned with his father's safety. Also Alex thought they were waiting
for him to grow up and become a soldier. Of course if his father couldn't go, his mother wasn't about to leave his side.
He was just now flying over Italy when he saw something come up at him. It
was too late to do anything about it; he swerved and made a move that his
father had taught him. Another object was hurtled his direction and
clipped his wing. He felt the force of the impact and began doing anything
in his power to make his bird move and land as safe as possible. He
thought he had it under control until he heard and felt an explosion. The
plane started spiraling out of control. There was only one thing to do...
"Eject" he screamed at the seat, praying it would let him. "EJECT!!!!" he
screamed again...
Evie's Story
Queen Victoria
Somewhere in the Atlantic
March 3, 194311:47 AM
The ride over was something to be desired. They had a rolling sea for it
was March and of course people were scared as can be. All that really
didn't bother her. What bothered her was the fact that her husband wasn't
with her. No one was with her and she felt very much alone. There was no
one to share anything with. If she didn't believe in her family she could
very well become very depressed. She had faith in Rick and Alex. She
missed Jonathan, but for some reason she wasn't very worried about him.
When he left he seemed resolute, as if he knew exactly what was going to
happen and what was going on. She had been given time, over a year, to get
over his departure. She was okay with that. She was not however, okay
with the fact that her husband and son were caught up in a war that had
destroyed so much already.
She climbed up to the deck with her coat wrapped tightly around her and
looked out to the sea. It was very calm today and calmed her nerves. She
was wrapped up in her thoughts and didn't notice a nice looking gentlemen
stand next to her. "Nice day" he said. She jumped and looked over at the
voice. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you." He said. With her
nerves calmed she turned and looked at the man, "It is alright, I was
just thinking." She answered. "Ah yes, thinking, can be very dangerous."
He responded. She gave him a smile. He was young, maybe twenty or
twenty-five. He had brown hair that had streaks of blonde where the sun
had kissed it. "My name is Gabriel Scott by the way."
Evie cocked her head, she knew that name from somewhere, but she couldn't
place it. He gave her a look, but before she could conjure up any more
memories he answered her question, "I am friends with your son Alex."
He told her. She was surprised and it showed in her face. "Alex?"
"Yes, I was sent here by his majesty on official business." He told her.
She seemed to take his answer in stride and continued to look out at the
ocean.
Somehow with the knowledge that Gabriel was on board seemed to settle
some sort of peace in Evie. She smiled again, "Lt. Scott would you like
to accompany a woman to lunch?" she asked. "It would be my honor
Mrs. O'Connell." He said and offered his arm, which she took. At lunch
they spoke about Egypt and Evie running the British Museum before she left
for America. When Gabriel noticed the sadness when she spoke of Rick
he changed the subject to where she would be living once she got to
America. She knew what he was doing, but was thankful for the
distraction. "I was told by my son to go to Savannah, Georgia." She
told him. She really didn't know why, but by the look on Gabriel's face
he did. "Do you know something?" she asked. He looked down at his plate
and sighed. "Yes, I don't think it is my place to tell you though." He
answered.
She gave him a look that told him she did not appreciate that answer. She
was hoping that this look worked, as well on him as it did her own boys.
"I'm sorry Mrs. O'Connell really I am I just can't tell you. When you
speak to Alex again he can tell you." Gabriel answered. Evie narrowed
her eyes, but Gabriel turned stoned faced and wouldn't budge. Evie let
out a breath and let it go. "Alright, but if I don't find out I will
hunt you down until I find you." Gabriel smiled, "I'm sure you would
have no trouble Mrs. O'Connell." They finished their lunch and got up
to leave. "Well I guess I will see you around Mrs. O'Connell." Gabriel
said and then left. Evie smiled after, just like her own son.
****Author's Notes****
Well I hope you liked it, I will continue shortly.