A/n: The italics will be when Estelle is not telling the story from her perspective.
Chapter 2: Major and Captain Reunite
I was warm and dry was the first thought I realized. Opening my eyes I saw myself in the sterile whiteness that could only be classified as a hospital bed.
"Oh wonderful," I sighed in annoyance.
"What do you expect you were the color of your eyes," a voice laughed.
I turned and smiled widely seeing my favorite person in the entire world. "Hi daddy," I croaked hoarsely.
"That was brave thing you did baby. You saved that little guy's life. His mom is really grateful," he smiled.
"Yeah? I wasn't really even thinking I just…did it," I shrugged.
"It was dumb but you're a hero princess," he stated standing from the hospital chair and sitting on the bed.
"Thanks daddy…how long am I stuck here?" I asked.
"Well you have a cold and were hypothermic. But I can take you home in three days," he smiled.
"Good so I didn't mess up our Christmas," I sighed.
"No," he laughed, "Hey Estie listen…the little boy and his mom want to say thank you personally. Seeing as he has a broken leg and you don't how about we go see them?" he suggested.
"Yes please," I nodded. He grinned and stood lifting me up quiet easily.
"You going to carry me or do I get a wheelchair?" I asked with an impish smile.
"I hardly get to hold you any more. Give me an early present," he frowned though his blue eyes sparkled.
I grinned and nodded. We were really a lot alike. I had his straight black hair and blue eyes and personality.
My dad and I were each other's confidants. My mother left me on his door step not long after he returned from Korea and I'm glad she never wanted me. Now I had the best dad.
He smiled his dashing smile and led me down the hall to another room where that small boy with the dirty blonde hair and blue green eyes. Sitting by the bed was a pretty woman with platinum blonde hair and blue green eyes. Instantly I recognized her from dad's pictures form Korea. Sure they were in black and white but that woman's look was unmistakable.
"Pierce did you really have to carry her?" the woman sighed.
"I love to spoil my daughter. Besides that a hero deserves to be treated like a princess," my dad stated with a devilish grin. The woman rolled her eyes but stood so my dad could put me in the chair. I looked at the little boy with the oxygen tub in his nose and smiled.
"Hey little guy. Do me a favor next time and don't be so stubborn spitting out that water," I smiled. He laughed and nodded.
"I'm Dylan. Thanks for saving me," the boy stated.
"I'm Estelle and you're very welcome. I think I've seen you in the office before. Giving Mrs. Peterson a note from the teacher weren't you?" I asked.
He nodded and we started talking about his class as the parents walked outside.
"I can't believe your daughter saved my little boy," Margaret stated.
"I still can't believe we have kids at the same school! Why didn't you get a hold of anyone? We haven't seen you in twelve years!" Hawkeye exclaimed.
"Can we not talk about that now Pierce please," Margaret sighed.
"All right…so where do you live in Jonesport?" Hawkeye asked.
"Cave St.," Margaret sighed.
"We live on Ledge St. that's not far at all!" Hawkeye grinned.
"So?" Margaret asked.
"Major, Estelle just risked her life to save a boy she'd met maybe once in her life and I know has never known. She's in there right now talking to him as if she's known him his whole life. You don't honestly think we can just leave it like this," Hawkeye snapped. Margaret sighed tiredly.
"Daddy!" a voice called.
"Happy face Margaret children are sharp on mood changes," Hawkeye stated as they reentered the room.
"What's going on princess?" dad asked entering the room.
"Dylan says he doesn't know how to ice skate. When we both get out lets take them skating please? He's a cute kid," I stated.
"Please mummy?" Dylan asked looking at this mother.
"Well Margaret what do you say?" dad asked.
I knew Margaret's look. You can't deny my dad anything with those eyes.
"All right I guess so," Margaret sighed.
"Yes!" I and Dylan shouted grinning.