Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Pearl Harbor. Besides the fact that Ben Affleck and Josh Hartnett are locked in my room. *cough, cough*

"Turn left! Turn left!" Danny McCawley Jr. screams over the radio.

"Hey! Who's in charge of this drill, McCawley?" Evelyn "Evie" Barrett asks Danny, still keeping her girlish(as she was a girl) tone.

"You... of course."

"Good! Let's keep it that way. Okay, on my command we turn left."

"What!? I just said that!"

"Just be quiet and do what I say!"

As Danny and Evie are going for the turn the two planes nick at the underside, thrusting Danny's head into the window and leaving Evie untouched.

"Slick move, Evie."

"If you would be a better pilot maybe you would have been able to do it correctly, Danny."

Doolittle's voice breaks over the airway, "Sorry to interrupt your little 'love session' but you two need to get out of the air and onto the runway, NOW!"
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Danny and Evie stand in front of Captain Doolittle. Danny with a frightened look on his face and Evie with a look of regret.

"I can't believe you, Barrett. I put you in charge because I though you of all people could handle the responsibility of one little drill, but apparently I was wrong."

"But--" Evie tries to explain her actions but Doolittle quickly cuts her off.

"There are no buts in this outfit, Barrett. You are both suspended from the air for the next two weeks, and furthermore you are going to be in the same barrack for the rest of your stay on this airfield. An empty barrack. You are dismissed."

"I'm sorry Captain Doolittle sir, I mean mam." And Captain Doolittle was surely a woman. The daughter of the Doolittle that had been in charge of the very same mission Danny's real father died in. Glory Sandra Doolittle was her name. She had the looks of a real tough person, but really wasn't. Dark brown hair, green eyes, and a stature that made her shorter then most of the men she trained. She was 29, but all the men knew to treat her with respect.

Danny winces at his comment and quickly walks out; to be sure he would not be killed. He holds a almost blood soaked towel to his head, but even through that you could see that he looked exactly like his real father, Danny Walker. Even at his young age of 22.

Evie frowns and storms out of the office. Her golden locks shine in the light that is streaming through the windows. She catches up with Danny and grabs his shoulder pulling him to face her. With her dark brown eyes she gives him a look of despise.

"I hope your happy, McCawley. I guess I better go get my things now." She begins to walk away. "Oh and McCawley, you better go get your head checked out." She turns and runs down the hall.
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"I hope you know that you're dead Danny. Dad knows what you did." Danny's little sister of three years, Betty, says using her Southern accent that was quickly fading and laughs as she sees Danny walk into the hospital with a towel to his head.

"I don't understand why he would be mad. He and Danny used to do that all the time."

"Yeah but they never hit each other. He wants you to go see him, but first I need to fix you up." Betty smiles and pats on the bed she was sitting on. She brushes her light brown hair that was streaked with a golden color, out of her eyes and gets up to get the things she needed to treat Danny. She had been named after the nurse that had died in the Pearl Harbor incident. Betty had been her mother's friend. She had once seen a picture of Betty, she was pretty. But Evelyn and Rafe were surprised that she looked like her, besides the hair that she got from her father, Rafe.

He shakes his head with annoyance and sits on the bed were she instructed him.

"You know your goin' to be the death of mom. I don't know why she even let you join." She takes the tray over to the bed and sits down next to him. He takes off the towel and throws it at her.

"Hey! You know that I could get sick from that!" Betty picks up the towel and throws it into the wastebasket that was sitting next to the bed. Danny rolls his eyes as Betty stands up and walks around to where he was sitting. "Now this may hurt a bit..." Betty smiles as she takes the stitching needle and starts to work.
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Rafe McCawley circles around his son for awhile, trying to get most of his anger out, before he finally speaks. "Danny, why?"

"I was just trying to have some fun sir."

"Fun? More what I call trying to fly better then that girl Evie. You shouldn't be jealous Danny, I taught you well. Better then her father could. Most of all Danny, she's a girl don't let her get the best of you." Rafe smiles and sits down on top of his desk.

"I'm sorry, sir. I just really wanted to show her how it's really done." Danny nervously scratches at the bandages on his head.

"Looks like she showed you." Rafe laughs. Danny shifts uncomfortably. "Now come on son you had to find that funny!" Danny shakes his head. "Fine then, get out of here. Go get your sister and bring her home. You know that she was alone there today, I don't want her walking home alone."

Danny nods to his father and walks out of the room.