The breeze was brisk but Angelina didn't mind the sharp sting against her skin. She shivered and pulled the cap further down on her head before she shoved her hands into the pockets of her pale blue jacket. Her dog, Brownie, chased the waves as they lapped on the shore and she watched him absently as she looked out onto the horizon.

She heard a sound behind her and turned. She was unsurprised to see her father there. He came to a halt beside her. He pushed his own hands into the pockets of his deep blue windbreaker.

Michael stayed silent and waited. Angelina had been in the clinic for over a week before she had been released with a clean bill of health. She had hardly spoken to either Michael or Marella during her stay at the clinic. Hawke and Caitlin had stayed away giving them some space.

'Why didn't you ever tell me about what happened with my Mom?' Angelina asked eventually.

'I don't know.' Michael admitted. 'I always intended to but,' he sighed, 'it never seemed like the right time.' He looked over at her. 'How could I tell you?'

'Will you tell me now?' Angelina asked.

He gestured down the beach. 'Do you want to take a walk?'

Angelina nodded and they set off at an easy pace; Angelina aware of her father's injured leg that still caused him occasional pain.

'I was after an East German scientist called Kruger.' Michael began. 'He was known to have had an affair with an East German agent…'

'My Mom.'

'Your Mom.' Michael agreed. 'Maria and Kruger had been lovers but they had recently split and I hoped to take advantage of that; get close to Maria and, hopefully get close to Kruger. I arranged a meeting in Paris.' He smiled sadly. 'We began seeing each other and I…I found myself finding her more and more intriguing. She was intelligent, beautiful, fascinating.'

'You fell in love.' Angelina realised as she turned her face into the wind.

'I loved her very much and she loved me.' Michael confirmed. 'But it was always risky and eventually, Kruger found out about us. He tried to convince Maria to turn me in but she couldn't. I escaped. That was the last time I saw her for years.'

'Until?' Angelina prompted.

'Her name came up on a KGB white list.' Michael sighed. 'I went to rescue her.'

'You still loved her?' Angelina asked. Her blue eyes shone with curiosity.

Michael shrugged. 'Remembered fondness, I don't honestly know. I knew I couldn't allow her to be executed.'

'So you went after her.' Angelina said.

Michael nodded. 'Hooked like a first year rookie. Kinskov and Kruger trapped me; brainwashed me and allowed me to be rescued with the ruse that Maria who was supposedly helping Hawke find me was shot dead during the escape.' He sighed. 'Hawke figured it out. He replaced the bullets in my gun and when I tried to shoot the committee, I fired blanks.'

Angelina flushed her own experience so fresh in her mind. 'You went back for the research.'

'To get it and destroy it.' Michael nodded. 'Kruger knew. He came running into stop me. I killed him but then Maria turned up. I was shocked to see her alive and I couldn't believe that she would kill me. She had a gun on me. When she went to shoot me, Hawke shot her first.'

'And saved your life.' Angelina said sadly.

'Saved my life.' Michael said gently. 'He regretted it but I knew he had no choice.'

Angelina nodded slowly. 'I know.'

They stopped and looked out at the turbulent ocean.

'Can you forgive him?' Michael asked.

'There's nothing to forgive,' Angelina said, 'he did what he had to do; I understand.'

'Whatever happened between her and me, angel, your mother loved you very much.' Michael said quietly. 'She left you with your aunt so you would be safe and loved.'

'I barely remember her.' Angelina admitted, tears springing into her eyes. 'Aunt Hannah looked after me and I've always missed her but I barely remember my mother.' She looked at her father. 'Marella's been more of a Mom to me than she ever was and I'm…I'm so sorry about everything.'

'Hey.' Michael pulled her into his arms and let her cry on his shoulder. 'It's OK, angel. It's all OK.'

Angelina wiped her face brusquely and sighed. 'I've made such a mess of it.'

Michael shook his head. 'No.' He brushed her tears away and tapped her nose. 'You didn't make a mess; none of this was your fault.' He paused and looked at her. 'We did a background check on Henry. I think you should know what we found.'

Angelina braced herself. 'What?'

'We found that he was exactly who he said he was.' Michael said softly. 'He was a wonderfully talented young doctor who was madly and deeply in love with you.' He pulled her back into his arms as she dissolved into tears; he held her until she stopped sobbing and handed her a tissue.

She scrubbed her face. 'You would have loved him, Daddy.'

Michael stroked a stray lock of hair back from her forehead and tucked it into her cap. 'Tell me about him.' He invited her with a smile.

Angelina nodded and tucked her arm into her father's as they turned back towards the house. Brownie bounded in the surf beside them. She cleared her throat. 'I met Henry my second week. I literally bumped into him in the library and…'

Airwolf

Hawke walked out of the packed beach house and headed for the deck. He drew in a deep breath of air and focused on the blue sky. He hated crowds; he hated the day ahead and if he could have gotten away with it he would have taken Airwolf and gone for a spin.

Ten years before he had lost Dominic Santini in an explosion. Ten years since Dom had died. He pushed his hands in his pants' pockets and grimaced. He didn't remember that day. His memory had thankfully wiped most of the day. He couldn't believe it had been so long; it felt like yesterday. The grief choked him and he turned away, blinking back the tears.

'Uncle String?'

He took a moment to catch his breath before he turned around. 'Angelina.'

'Aunt Cait said that you were out here.' Angelina's hands twisted nervously together. 'I hope it was OK.'

He shrugged. 'How are you?'

'Doing OK.' Angelina ducked her head. 'Not really.'

Hawke nodded. 'I'm sorry about Henry.'

'Yeah.' Angelina sighed. 'I really miss him.'

He nodded.

'I know this is a bad time but it's just…Daddy told me,' Angelina began, 'about what happened with my Mom.'

'Angelina…'

'I just…I just wanted to say that I understand and I don't,' Angelina continued determinedly, 'I don't blame you for it. I only hope you can forgive me for trying to, trying to shoot you.'

Hawke gestured at her and she went into his open arms for a hug.

She sniffed and pulled back. 'Can I ask you a question?'

'Sure.' Hawke agreed, the slight breeze ruffling his hair.

'How did you know that I would miss?' Angelina asked as she wiped her eyes.

'We've taught you a lot,' Hawke said, 'but not how to shoot. I knew if you took the shot it would break the control and I figured there was good chance you would miss.'

Angelina gave a watery smile. 'What if I'd hit you?'

'Then I would have gotten shot.' Hawke said bluntly.

'I'm glad I missed.' Angelina said.

'So am I.' Hawke said.

'Can I come over this weekend?' Angelina asked tentatively. 'Maybe we can have a game of chess.'

'I'd like that.' Hawke nodded. 'The kids will love it.'

She nodded. 'I'll, uh, go…' she jerked her thumb over her shoulder. She stepped away and he wasn't surprised when a moment later Caitlin joined him. They linked hands.

'Jo's arrived. You ready?' Caitlin asked.

'No.' Hawke sighed. He glanced over at her and they both walked back into the house. The drive to the church was quiet. They took their places and listened to the short memorial service before they headed to the cemetery and laid flowers at the grave. Hawke stayed silent as his mother hugged him and his father shook his hand; there were tears in their eyes – Dom had been their friend. He stayed silent as Sarah and Seb offered their condolences; as Mike patted him on the shoulder; as others offered their condolences. Michael and Marella were amongst the last to approach. Marella laid the flowers near the tombstone.

Michael caught Hawke's eyes as he shook his hand. 'I miss him.'

Hawke nodded unable to speak.

Marella touched his arm gently and they walked away. Hawke felt Caitlin's arm sliding around him and he slid his hand over hers. They glanced over the grave where Saint John and Jo were stood silently on the other side.

Hawke looked over at his brother and they exchanged a silent look of perfect understanding. Hawke's fingers tightened on Caitlin's. He looked at his wife and she nodded. Her fingers traced over the top of the tombstone; she had loved Dom too. They walked away and left the other couple alone.

'I can't believe it's been ten years.' Jo said finally. She pushed her blonde hair back over her shoulders.

'I know.' Saint John said.

They turned together and walked along the graves until they came to a small angel with the name of their daughter. They laid some more flowers.

'I miss her so much.' Jo said brokenly.

'I miss her too.' Saint John's hazel eyes gleamed with tears.

Jo pressed her lips together. 'You know I had a dream last night. I dreamed my Uncle Dom was looking after Bella. He told me he'd keep her safe.'

'That sounds like him.' Saint John said.

'I miss him.' Jo said.

'I miss you.' Saint John confessed huskily.

Jo turned away and walked over to a wooden bench nearby. 'I can't, Saint John.' She said eventually. 'It hurts too much to be here; to be with you.' She shook her head. 'I've lost too much.'

'And I haven't?' Saint John said angrily. 'She was my daughter. You're my wife!'

Jo grasped his hand. 'I love you. I love you more than anything.' Her damp eyes met his. 'But I can't stay with you. All I see when I look at you is Bella and I can't bear it.'

Saint John's head bowed. 'I can't lose you too.'

Jo cupped his cheek and he raised his head to look at her. She kissed him gently. 'You'll get through this. You have your family.'

'Where will you go?' Saint John asked resigned.

'Back to Italy.' Jo said. She dropped her hand. 'I should go.' She crossed back to the angel, kissed her fingers and pressed them to the statue as she said goodbye to her child.

Saint John bowed his head and when he looked up; she was gone and Hawke stood in front of him.

'She left.' Saint John explained needlessly.

'I'm sorry.' Hawke said gruffly as he sat down beside his brother.

Saint John nodded and swiped a hand under his nose. 'It's for the best.'

They sat in silence for a long while.

'Ten years.' Saint John whispered. 'I can't believe it's been ten years.'

'It feels like yesterday.' Hawke admitted. 'Losing Dom; getting you back.'

Saint John grimaced. 'Jo said I would always have my family.'

'You always will.' Hawke said.

Saint John looked over at his brother. The bond between them had taken time to repair but it was strong again. Jo had been right. They had each other.

Airwolf

Airwolf dived through the clouds with an eerie, banshee cry that ripped through the evening sky. Hawke's hand tightened around the stick as he pushed her forward. There was nothing that compared to the feeling of him and Airwolf alone in the sky. He felt his soul settle for the first time that day. Hawke flew over the rough landscape of the Valley of the Gods; it had been home to Airwolf once.

His mind filled with memories of Dom; laughing, joking, yelling and gesturing wildly. It had been the two of them once; only the two of them. He had so much more in his life now; Caitlin and his children; his family. He owed it to Dom; to the man who had raised him, taught him how to fly.

'I miss you, Dom.' He said out loud.

I miss you too, kid

Hawke blinked back tears unsure if he'd heard the words or imagined them but he nodded. He swung Airwolf around and hit the turbos. It was time to let go of the past. Time to go home to the wife he loved and the kids he adored. It was time for his future to continue.

The End