Chapter 13
The officer looked at the injured corsair and the weeping youngster hidden away behind him. It was obvious who the targets of the three thugs were. The officer attempted to approach the two planes once again, keeping a close eye on the older plane. As he got closer, he noticed the corsair staring at him intently.
"Hello. I'm P.C Lee. I only wish to help." He made sure that he spoke softly.
Skipper gave a grunt before turning his gaze away from the officer to comfort his sobbing charge,
"It's all over now, kid. The police are here, Dusty." He said quietly to the young plane who seemed to be wanting to bury himself into his mentors' side.
Skipper looked back to the officer, "What do you need?"
"I only need to know the details of what occurred, Mr…?"
"Just 'Skipper'" The old corsair told him all about the situation starting off with how the green racer turned up one night a few days ago up to the present moment. The officer nodded at the plane before looking at the orange and white racer,
"I don't think he will be up to talking much at the moment." Skipper spoke, looking intently at the exhausted racer.
"I will need a report from him too."
"Not tonight"
"I understand but I shall need that report from him. Tomorrow night?"
Skipper nodded and the officer gave him his thanks before taking his leave. Dottie and Chug immediately went over to their friends, family, once the police had left and taken Rip, Zed and Ned with them.
Dottie immediately got to work inspecting Skipper's injuries, happy to find that they weren't as deep as she had feared. She cleaned up any wounds before trying to see to Dusty, who obviously wanted to keep himself hidden behind the older plane.
"Dusty? Please let me have a look at you."
He shook his nose.
"Come now. We only want to help. No one is around but us now and once you're cleaned up I promise you'll start to feel better."
Dusty rolled forward slowly, glancing around nervously. He jumped as Dottie wiped the tear stains from his nose with her cloth,
"Shh, shh now." She comforted as she went round the side of the young plane who she considered as a little brother. She gently got to work cleaning out bite wounds and other smaller scrapes. There was one dent on his side which Dottie decided to get out later on.
Dusty's whimper got everybody's attention. They followed his gaze over to the ruined tarp,
"I'm sorry Dusty but we'll get it fixed if not replaced, okay?" Dottie said, nuzzling his nose.
"The both of you should try to get some rest before the sun rises." She left two cans of oil before them and left, Chug following close behind but not before he gave them a small smile.
Chapter 14
As Chug and Dottie left the two planes alone, Skipper moved away from the corner they sat in to look out to the now quiet night. His hanger doors had been torn down, leaving the hanger open to the world,
"Well, I'm not getting any rest." He thought to himself.
He moved further away only to jump slightly as the weight that had suddenly appeared at his side. He glanced down to find the young plane. Skipper sighed; it was obvious that the kid wasn't going to leave his side any time soon. "Like a fawn to his mother's side." He thought.
Skipper and Dusty made their way over to the thin, blue mattress that was Skipper's bed. Both planes settled down however they stared out into the darkness.
"Get some sleep, kid, or at least try." The corsair sighed, "I'll keep a look out."
"I don't think I can." Dusty whispered, pressing himself to Skipper's side as much as possible.
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The sun eventually rose up into the sky and both planes still sat, exhausted. Neither one of them had managed to get any rest which was understandable.
Skipper moved forward and Dusty immediately followed,
"You can wait here, Dusty. I'm only going to get us some oil."
Realising that Dusty wasn't going to stay behind, he continued on towards the bar finding it fairly busy with residents getting their morning fuel.
Both planes settled at a table in the far back on the bar, silently sipping on their oil. Skipper had started to notice the young plane's eyes had started to droop. The corsair couldn't help but smile at the racer. Finally the little orange and white plane fell asleep.
"How can he sleep with all this noise?" But Skipper wasn't going to jinx it, he was just happy that Dusty was finally getting some sleep. He supposed that all the vehicles and noise made Dusty feel more secure. In any case, he was happy to sit here for as long as it took for the racer to catch up on some sleep.
