Chapter 8: Doubleback

"You want us to teach a class for a day?" Enterprise asked surprised as she sat on the other side of a desk from Langley.

"It's just for the day. I wanted someone to give insight on war tactics and what can happen in the thick of battle, and you were the best possible option I could think of."

"Who will be in my class anyways?"

"A few light carriers, a group of cruisers, and a couple destroyers. Nothing too intense. Although if you'd like to take Belfast with you I wouldn't mind. She seems like the type to keep a class in order." Enterprise tensed up as she heard the cruiser's name. Every time she thought of Belfast, her heart would skip a beat.

"Is that all?" Enterprise asked nervously.

"That should be it. The rest of us will take care of the other students. Although I'm a bit worried Ranger will get overburdened…"

"She seems to know how to handle herself, I wouldn't worry that much."

Enterprise looked around the classroom, trying to figure out what the students thought of her. A few destroyers were sitting in a group chatting about eating lunch together, Laffey was slumped over a desk sleeping, Bogue was trying to balance a baseball on her nose, and Hermes was setting up a game of solitaire on her desk.

"This totally gives me hope…," Enterprise thought as she looked back at Belfast, already feeling defeated.

Belfast stood up and walked over to her, leaning up toward her ear. "I know you can do this. Just pretend that they're something you love," Belfast whispered.

"So I'm supposed to pretend they're you?"

Belfast giggled. "Just try not to sink into the pressure. You have enough issues at the moment."

Enterprise looked back at the class, seemingly spotting a thousand new eyes looking at her from every direction, before breaking off to chat amongst themselves. "What did I do to deserve this…"

Across the hallway…

"Can everyone look up here?" Ranger pointed up at the blackboard, showing a chalk diagram of a pincer movement.

"Now that I have your attention, I'd like to ask you some questions on what you'd think is the correct way to play this out."

A flaming red haired girl raised her hand. "Do you know what it is, Phoenix?"

The girl stood up from behind her desk. "Charge into the enemy when they aren't paying attention and crush them."

"That's part of the answer. Does anyone else know what we need to do beforehand in order to get in a position to do that?" Nobody raised their hand. The carrier pouted, annoyed at how much of her class wasn't paying attention. She spotted a blonde girl slumped against her desk, looking out of the window.

"Brooklyn?"

The girl shot up from her desk, quickly fixing her hair into its usual wavy setup. "Yes, Ranger?"

"Do you know what we need to do before charging into the enemy, or is there a different plan of action?"

Brooklyn paused for a moment, deep in thought. "Use airplanes to disable or confuse the enemy, then close the distance and barrage them with battleship guns while firing torpedos from cruisers and destroyers?"

"Well done. Can you stay after class for a bit?"

Brooklyn just slumped back to her desk, seemingly not paying attention anymore. "Well that should be it for today class. Remember to finish that war costs paper!" Ranger yelled as the girls excitedly left the room.

Brooklyn remained at her desk, seemingly lost in her own thoughts and daydreams. Ranger walked back to her, looking at Brooklyn's hair lightly flying around from the fan. "Brooklyn. Do you mind telling me what you keep thinking about instead of class?"

Brooklyn just continued to sit there. Ranger asked her again. "Brooklyn. Tell me what's keeping you from paying attention in class," Ranger asked firmly. Once again Brooklyn didn't respond. Ranger sighed, walking back towards her desk. "I guess you'll just have to spend lu-n-." Ranger was stopped mid-sentence, looking down as she saw two tanned hands fondling her breasts. She let out a soft, lewd moan as Brooklyn continued.

"I can't stop thinking of you…," Brooklyn whispered. "I know it's wrong for me to fall in love with a teacher, but it's just what I've become. I'm sorry!" Brooklyn let go of Ranger, running out of the room crying.

Ranger was left dumbfounded, unsure of what to do or even how to respond. She sat back down at her own desk at the front of the room, pondering on her own thoughts as the school dismissal bell rang. "I guess I'll go ask her next class…"

End of Chapter 8