A/N: I own none of the official Pearl Harbor Characters, you'll know which ones are mine! Also I am Canadian so I don't really know American geography.





This is one of those "what if" stories. Basically Danny never died, he went back home to marry Evelyn, they moved back to the old farm in Tennessee and had a little boy whom they named Rafe, after of course Rafe McCaully. Rafe McCaully realised that he had to let Evelyn go so he went out into the world and while stationed in Texas. This is where the story begins.



Chapter 1



After two weeks as a flight instructor at his new post Rafe McCaully was beat and in need of a break. He headed to one of the local swing joints, the Alley Cat, a place that the men under him had been talking about. He quickly walked through the mass of wild people, to sit at a seat at the bar. As soon as he sat down on a stool a lady in a black plain dress that came to the knees walked up to him. As she looked down to fix the tiny gold coloured pin that was on her dress she asked, "What will you have?" The sweetest voice Rafe had heard since Evelyn's. As he looked up he was amazed by what he saw. "What will you have, there are others I have to serve you know," she repeated and stated in a frustrated hard voice.

"Umm… what ever kind of whisky you have please," Rafe answered in a dazed; he was taken now by the temper that she had shown him. He took a look at her, red wavy hair that fell down her back, hazel eyes that complimented her hair, a heart-shaped face and a few little freckles that were placed on her nose and cheeks.

"Alright. Are you feeling fine," the woman asked, as she looked semi- worridly into Rafe's face.

"Sure, it's just been a rough while."

"I know the feeling," the woman said as she turned around to go fetch his drink.



Rafe glanced around at all the people in the joint where he was sitting. All of them looked so happy and lucky whether they were dancing or sitting at a table; he wondered when he would feel that way once more, wondered if it was possible to happen again. As the waitress returned with his drink he took yet another good look at her and nervously ran his fingers through the hair on top of his head, it always had a way of calming him. He was amazed at how beautiful she looked; he was still also captivated by the sharp tongue that she had. He also noted that she was neither tall nor short and looked to be about nineteen years old. This was the first time he had double checked a lady in a long time, there was something different about this woman that interested him, she didn't seem like the every day plain boring Janes that he sees every day. She seemed refreshingly opposite of them.

"Here you go, have a good night sir," the lady said as she deposited the drink in front of Rafe. He watched her as she turned around and headed out the back door of the joint. From their brief meeting he was already smitten. He had to meet her again. He knew he had to. (A/N: Rafe is not stalking to let you know!)

He turned towards the bar a caught the attention of a balding round man behind the counter. "Who is that red-haired waitress," Rafe asked the bartender.

"Oh, her? That's Maureen Connor, she's a very nice person when she isn't acting Irish. She has a temper more fiery then her hair, but still a good young lass none the less, kind and caring the people she works with," the man stated with a cheery accent, then turned around to wipe out beer mugs and shot glasses that were placed on the inside table.

With a lift of the glass of whisky and a tilt towards the door where she had left moments past Rafe thought, "Here's to you Maureen," and took a long sip.







Please R&R and tell me if I should write more. Please no flames, and just to state I'm not discriminating Irish people, for I am part Irish myself.