The Neue Karlsland night was a silence one, everyone in the airport was sleeping, minus one young man, he was pacing back and forth, a phone in his hands, the cord wrapped around his finger. Sitting asleep on the bench across from him was Ursula, a smile upon her seeping form, she was having a pleasant dream he hoped. Speaking into the phone in a hushed but worried whisper, he spoke.
"Are you sure theirs no hotel's with openings"? he asked the clerk one the other end of the line, after a pause he gave a replie.
"I'm sorry sir, but theirs a military conference in country for the next week, all of our rooms are booked"
Damn it all he thought to himself sighing.
"Thank you maim, have a good night" he said hanging up, he alone had one other place he and Ursula could stay well they were in Neue Karlsland, Ursula was giving a speech on the Jet for the same military conference that had every hotel booked. They had no where to go.
Well their was one place, but Peter realy wished it hadn't come to it. He dialed a new number and made the call.
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The back roads of Neue Karlsland were rough as could be, Peter gave the Jeep credit for still driving onwards, Ursula was in the seat next to him looking over a map.
"It says we just keep going straight" she told him, her face half buried in the paper. Peter hadn't said much on where it was they were going, just that he was sorry it had come to this, pulling into a clearing, a rather large house sat in the middle, Peter halted the jeep in the gravel driveway and motioned for her to exit with him, doing so, she blocked the sun from her eyes, using her hand to shade them. Neue Karlsland wasn't the same as her home as she recalled.
Walking up the steps she heard a voice call out.
"you their, halt at once and explain yourselves at once, both turned to see a man with black brown hair and a Karlsland army uniform behind them, walking up to Peter he poked a finger into the pilots chest.
"Sorry sir,i was just..." Peter stuttered out as the man lauged engulfing him in a hug.
"You know how your mother worries Peter, you should call more often" he said with a laugh, Ursula understood now why Peter had been so sorry he had to come here, it was his parents house.
"Son it's been so long, how have you been fairing"? Peter's father asked his son.
"Oh..fine nothing much"
"OK, because I heard some things about a certain Peter Von luck winning an Iron Cross for bravery, I guess it must be someone else then" he chuckled with a smile.
"And who is this"? he asked motioning at Ursula, both of them looked at each other for a second, what were they? Peter and Ursula never used the words boyfriend or girlfriend when speaking about each other so their love was a little harder to describe then most.
"Hello sir, i'm Ursula Hartmann, head researcher for the devolpment of the Jet Striker unit among other devices" she said holding out a hand. he did the same and they shock.
"Nice to meet you miss Hartmann, I'm Hans Von Luck, Peter's father and a colonel in the Wehrmacht" he said placing both hands behind his back in a rather military fashion.
"Well where are my manners? Come in, come in. Its so hot out here" and opened the front door. Walking inside Ursula noticed pictures on the wall, many of men in uniform dateing back to the first Neuroi was and even some early then that, the rest were of Peter and his family, his father and his mother, one showed them posed under a Christmas tree, both Peter and his father stood in uniform and his mother wore a fine dress, all three wore smiles.
"Christmas 1943, you remember that one Dad" Peter said seeing Ursula staring at the picture.
"Yes, it was right before you shipped off and I was home on leave, it was are last holiday as a family" he said picking I up and sighing. "I miss those days son" he said placing it back down.
"After the war i'll come home and well live again like we use to" his son added.
Hans gave them a small tour of their home, after the evacuation of Karlsland, the Von Lucks had been forced to live here rather then their home in southern Karlsland. Their family had lived in that house for 40 years an were heartbroken to leave it behind. But they all made it out in good health.
"So son, i'm a bit suprised you didn't write us about winning a medal, you were always a modest child but...i only heard about it after a meeting with Field Marsal Rommel, he was telling me about a young Lufftwaffe pilot who refused to travel here to be given his award. We both laughed and i was suprised to find when i asked who this young man was it was my own son" he said with a laugh.
"sorry Dad, it's just i have been...rather busy"
"Busy? With what?"
"...Things"
"What kind of things would this be"?
"Private ones" he answered, his voice cracking, Ursula could tell he would have liked to get off the topic, Mr Von Luck rather didn't notice this or just didn't care and kept going.
"You know rather well you can't keep secrets from me, but so be it then" he said as they walked into a rather large room, a big table sat in the middle with a wide array of dishes and silverware set out.
"You two much be starving after such a journey, sit down, it's almost time for lunch" hans said taking a seat, peter did the same but hans stoped ursula
"Miss Hartmann, perhaps you should head to the rest room, i need a moment with my son"
She nodded and walked down the hall to the rest room.
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Peter at his father, he gazed at him before speaking.
"Son, who is this girl you have brought with you"?
"Ursula is my assignment, i'm to escort her on personal order from highcommand, after all she is developing the Jet Strikers"
"I understand but are you two...you know..."
"I'm sorry father but what are you trying to say"? he asked his elder in both rank and age.
"Well son, you see boys and girls have difrent parts and-
"STOP! I may seem sheltered but i understand that" he yelled at his father. What did he think? We were both having...uh that makes me feel strange, i love Ursula, but doing that with her would be a rather big step up for us.
"Please don't say or think such things dad, just don't"
"Sore subject then, what are you? Ex lovers"?
(Peter's face turns a deep shade of crimson)
"WHAT DID I JUST SAY"
"OK sorry son, but what are you then"? his father asked.
"I love her and she the same for me, it is an love if one wishes to call it such a thing"
"My little boys already has a girlfriend, they grow up so fast" he heard a voice from behind say and he turned to see his mother standing their, her hair was short and she wore a summer dress.
He jumped to his feet and wrapped his arms around her "Mother, it's so good to see you" he said hugging her. She hugged back happy to see her son home safe.
"I'm sorry i was gone for so long, i missed you every day" he almost sobbed out, he and his father had a man to man relaionship, he and his mother had...something else.
Ursula walked in an felt almost out of place.
"Am i interupting something"? she asked with a smile, Peter's head shot around in a heartbeat.
"Oh perfect, Mom, this is Ursula, Ursula this is my mother" he said as the two shock hands. Ursula smiled a bit, she rarely saw Peter this happy, he tired to keep himself composed as often as he could, being a soldier he said he must set an example, but she knew when he broke it he was truly happy, it more often then not happend when he was with her.
"Well lets finish this over lunch, shall we, i don't want it to go to waste after all" His mother said as they sat down to eat. Diggin in, Peter shot her a glance topped with a smile, she smirked back seeing him so gitty.
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The deep dark green of my eyes is one of nature's many gifts, looking in the mirror as I brush my teeth I smile. It was nice to see my parents again and to introduce mother to Ursula, she seems to approve of her too.
... Not that it matters, I mean it's not like I would obey if she didn't think I should be seeing her, after all, I am my own man. Washing my face a bit I shut off the light and head to the guest room, I would be insulted if Ursula didn't take my own bed it is rather comfortable after all. Getting on my knee's at the foot of my bed I do as I do every night.
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Ursula was getting ready for bed, she passed the guess room, Peter had made it clear she had to take his room, well a nice thing to do she found his room a bit off putting but at the same time cozy. Walking back from the restroom and into bed she peeked her head into the Von luck's guest room to wish her love goodnight, she could see him on his knees, his hands presed together and he was speaking in a low voice.
"He's praying for Karlsland" a voice said and she turned to see Peter's mother. The women may have been old but she was rather good at sneaking up on people.
"He's been doing that since we lost are home, it's his way of couping or so Hans says" she said with a smile and a wave of her hand. I smiled as well heading to bed.
I settle in and was just drifting off when the door opened a creak and Peter pocked his head in.
"I'm sorry but I can't sleep in their, the bed is cursed, can I bunk with you"? he asked, she swore his eyes were those of a puppy begging for a treat. Well they both were close and it wasn't like he was naked. He had his uniform pants on with an undershirt. She blinked a moment thinking it over before answering.
"Sure".
"Thank you" he said sliding under the blanket, the bed was good sized giving them both a good deal of room. She could hear a slight breathing sound of soft breath and assumed he was asleep. She could fell his warm breath on her neck, it came in slow shallow bursts, just shy of leaving a bit of water on her skin. She rolled over to check.
Yep, he's still sleeping she thought to herself, but she should have known better then to think Peter would try something like that. Outside a bit of rain tapped on the window, creating a tapping sound every few seconds.
I'm lucky aren't I? she thought to herself drifting off to sleep.
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Opening my eyes I yawn raising my arms up to stretch, nothing feels better then sleeping in my own bed. The sun is creeping in through the curtains. Lifting myself to the side of the bed and dangling my legs off of it I stand up, slowly as not to wake Ursula I creep out of the room to the bath room. Tip toeing on the wooden floor I close the door and releave myself. Zipping up I repeat my actions and creep back to bed, it's around 4:30 so I can still catch a few hours of sleep.
Drifting, I see the door crack open a few inch and a small black shape dart into the room, I smile as it jumps on the bed and rubs up on my arm, stroking it's back I slowly fall back asleep...
ZZZ
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Rubbing my eyes as I wake up, I feel something small and furry curled up on my lap, stroking it I wonder why Peter never said anything about owning a cat. The Cat raises it's back in an arch and my heart drops and my eyes go wide after I see it's large bushy tail with black and white strips.
It's not a cat, it's a skunk.
Pushing herself back up to the bedpost she tugs on Peter's arm, he stirs before waking up, his eyes show he's still a bit dazed.
"Eh...Ursula"?
"Theirs a skunk in your room" she hissed at him.
"Uh huh" he said nodding before going back to sleep, i gave him a slightly less then playful kick to the shoulder waking him fully. His hair sat parted at his eyes and he smiled.
"Morning" he said calmly as he skunk jumped into his lap.
"Why is their a Skunk in here"? she hissed again. He looked at it before chuckling.
"Oh, you mean Bubi" he said laughing.
"Bubi"?she asked.
"He's my pet, don't worry, he wouldn't hurt a fly, isn't that right Bubi" he cooed picking the animal up and making a kissy face at it as it licked his nose. I was still a bit off put by this and questioned him more.
"Why do you have a pets skunk "?
"When I was 12 i found Bubi well playing in the woods near my home,a hunter had killed his family but left him since he was a runt. I was saddened by the small ball fur, not a friend in the world and left crying on the ground for help, I wrapped him in my jacket and cared for him at home and he hasn't left my side since" he said rather foundly petting his pet with loving eyes.
She expected nothing less of him, for a man he seemed rather caring, the entire plane ride here he had asked if I needed a pillow or blanket, always taking the time to search out such items for her comfort. She didn't say anything about "Bubi", the only times she had had with skunks had been...less then enjoyable.
Knowing Peter she smiled as she watched him, a Man, a warrior and harden combat pilot baby the small fur ball, speaking in a babyish voice to it and holding it close.
"Sitting in a chair he looked at her and smiled.
"It's only 6:00 get a few more hours of sleep please, you deserve it"
Any other time she would have argued but today she nodded and agreed without a word, sinking back into bed as Peter rocked the Bubi and in a hushed tone, softly sung amazing grace.
She drifted off, his soft tone still in her mind as she fell asleep once more...
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Everyone has to met their lover's parent's at some point, Peter will have to do the same too. This gets a bit Skunk heavy, I was peaking with a fellow writer the other day and the subject shifted to skunks, off hand they said they can be kept as pets and interested I did a bit of research on this, I wanted to give Peter a pet and I thought a Skunk would do.
Hope you enjoyed.
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