Healing the Breach
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you would recognize, just the plot.
Notes from the Author: For the purposes of this story Anthony didn't die but he did suffer
from a head injury during the mission. There is some romance in this story, so far the
pairings are Rafe/Evelyn and Anthony/Sandra. This will probably be the last installment
unless I get some more reviews…..wink wink!! I'll keep saying that because it's the only
way I get reviews!
Evelyn sighed happily, running the naked skin of her calf against Rafe's soft but
somewhat prickly hair on his leg. She enjoyed the sensation immensely, being around
Rafe always put her senses on overload. The sky seemed bluer, the air smelled sweeter,
and the whole world looked more beautiful. She spooned her back up against his chest
and sighed again.
She smiled, almost sheepishly, thinking about last night. She had been so full of passion,
of longing, and need to be close to Rafe in every way possible that she couldn't even
explain what her brain had been thinking. She snuggled closer to him and pulled the
sheets closer to her body. She and Rafe, together, had been amazing. They had found
their rhythm together so quickly and the bodies fit together in every spot. She knew that
he was a wonderful dancer on the floor and his abilities there had seemed to transcend
into the bedroom. He had been so gentle, understanding that it had been a long time for
her and that she had just delivered a baby. Evelyn had appreciated his consideration for
her body but as soon as their bodies had become joined she had been the one to forgo the
gentle lovemaking.
She heard Rafe sigh and felt his arm move across her lower stomach and settle on her hip.
Evelyn knew that she couldn't possibly be any happier or be more in love with the man
lying next to her. She thought back to their conversation at the hospital, the morning after
baby Danny had been born. She felt the prick of tears at her eyes, remembering what she
had heard Rafe say to the baby. "I don't think I can ever really be your father but I'll be
your daddy if you want me to," he's said to the infant.
"Hey Mrs. McCawley," Rafe whispered in her ear, breathing erratically. "Why don't we
go and pick up our son?" Rafe was happy to be alone with Evelyn, but he already missed
being with the baby. He felt complete with the both of them by his side. They were a trio
and he could never think of one of them without the other two. He felt the top of Evelyn's
head rub against his chin as she nodded in agreement.
Forty-five minutes later, Rafe and Evelyn's car pulled into the driveway of the nurses'
quarters. Rafe saw Anthony sitting in a rocking chair on the porch. He looked at Evelyn
and she nodded, pulling him close to whisper in his ear. "I'm going to find Sandra and
Danny. I'll be out in awhile." He squeezed her hand in silent reply, climbed up the front
steps, and took a seat next to Anthony on the couch. "Well, old man, how's it goin'?"
Anthony laughed and turned to look Rafe in the eye. "I'm an old man? Who's got a wife
and a baby?" After waiting for a reply and receiving nothing but a chuckle and a sigh
from Rafe, he nodded. "That's what I thought."
"Thank you so much for watching him last night Sandra." Evelyn said as she picked
Danny up out of his bassinet. "I hope he wasn't too much if an inconvenience."
Sandra smiled and picked up the small suitcase that contained Danny's things. "Of course
he wasn't. You know I love babysitting my godson." Evelyn and Rafe had asked Sandra
and Anthony to be their son's godparents. They had both agreed and a priest had come to
the hospital the day after Danny was born and baptized him.
Evelyn turned and looked at her. "I don't know about that, Sandra. I'm sure that Anthony
would have rather spent time with just you." Evelyn had sensed that there was something
more lying beneath the surface of Sandra and Anthony's casual relationship.
Sandra blushed, thinking of how sweet Anthony had been the night before. He had played
with Danny and had taken them both for a walk on the beach at sunset. "I have no idea
what you're talking about!" She made her way to the front door, ignoring Evelyn's
giggles.
"I swear to God, Rafe, she drives me insane, but in a good way. Sometimes I think that
I'll never understand her. I mean, she's so good and proper and all that, and
I'm…well…not. But I like her, maybe even love her. And she likes me back," Anthony
rambled. Rafe nodded intermittingly, understanding the jumble of thoughts that were
coming out of Anthony's mouth because he felt the same way about Evelyn.
"And those fucking lips, Rafe. I've never seen a woman with lips like that." Anthony had
always enjoyed the physical part of his relationships with women but with Sandra, he felt
that there was more to their connection besides their obvious attraction to each other.
"Language, Anthony," Sandra said, as she came up behind him and laid a hand on his
shoulder, looking as though she were trying very hard not to blush. She missed the
devilish grin that Anthony had sent in Rafe's direction, not embarrassed in the slightest.
"Well," Rafe said, "We've got a plane to catch and it looks like someone is in trouble. I
think we'll leave you two alone so that Sandra can decide your punishment." He stood
and stretched, grasping Evelyn's free hand. Sandra and Evelyn embraced, whispering
words of good-bye in each other's ears. Anthony rose to his feet and gave Rafe a slap on
the back.
The four of them made their way to the parked car at the end of the driveway. Rafe
reached for Danny and strapped him into the car seat in the back seat of the car. Anthony
gave Evelyn a soft hug and whispered in her ear, "Be careful with him, he's still broken
inside." Evelyn returned his embrace and nodded.
Rafe walked around the parked vehicle to Evelyn's side and opened her door for her. She
slid inside while he returned to the driver's side and buckled his seat belt. "We'll let you
know when we get there!" Evelyn called as Rafe started the engine and began to pull out
of the driveway.
Anthony and Sandra watched as the car drove away, rounding the corner that housed a
small cluster of palm trees. He could feel her sigh and slipped an arm around her delicate
waist. "They'll come back," he promised her, not entirely sure that they would.
"Yeah," she replied. "But they won't be the same."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you would recognize, just the plot.
Notes from the Author: For the purposes of this story Anthony didn't die but he did suffer
from a head injury during the mission. There is some romance in this story, so far the
pairings are Rafe/Evelyn and Anthony/Sandra. This will probably be the last installment
unless I get some more reviews…..wink wink!! I'll keep saying that because it's the only
way I get reviews!
Evelyn sighed happily, running the naked skin of her calf against Rafe's soft but
somewhat prickly hair on his leg. She enjoyed the sensation immensely, being around
Rafe always put her senses on overload. The sky seemed bluer, the air smelled sweeter,
and the whole world looked more beautiful. She spooned her back up against his chest
and sighed again.
She smiled, almost sheepishly, thinking about last night. She had been so full of passion,
of longing, and need to be close to Rafe in every way possible that she couldn't even
explain what her brain had been thinking. She snuggled closer to him and pulled the
sheets closer to her body. She and Rafe, together, had been amazing. They had found
their rhythm together so quickly and the bodies fit together in every spot. She knew that
he was a wonderful dancer on the floor and his abilities there had seemed to transcend
into the bedroom. He had been so gentle, understanding that it had been a long time for
her and that she had just delivered a baby. Evelyn had appreciated his consideration for
her body but as soon as their bodies had become joined she had been the one to forgo the
gentle lovemaking.
She heard Rafe sigh and felt his arm move across her lower stomach and settle on her hip.
Evelyn knew that she couldn't possibly be any happier or be more in love with the man
lying next to her. She thought back to their conversation at the hospital, the morning after
baby Danny had been born. She felt the prick of tears at her eyes, remembering what she
had heard Rafe say to the baby. "I don't think I can ever really be your father but I'll be
your daddy if you want me to," he's said to the infant.
"Hey Mrs. McCawley," Rafe whispered in her ear, breathing erratically. "Why don't we
go and pick up our son?" Rafe was happy to be alone with Evelyn, but he already missed
being with the baby. He felt complete with the both of them by his side. They were a trio
and he could never think of one of them without the other two. He felt the top of Evelyn's
head rub against his chin as she nodded in agreement.
Forty-five minutes later, Rafe and Evelyn's car pulled into the driveway of the nurses'
quarters. Rafe saw Anthony sitting in a rocking chair on the porch. He looked at Evelyn
and she nodded, pulling him close to whisper in his ear. "I'm going to find Sandra and
Danny. I'll be out in awhile." He squeezed her hand in silent reply, climbed up the front
steps, and took a seat next to Anthony on the couch. "Well, old man, how's it goin'?"
Anthony laughed and turned to look Rafe in the eye. "I'm an old man? Who's got a wife
and a baby?" After waiting for a reply and receiving nothing but a chuckle and a sigh
from Rafe, he nodded. "That's what I thought."
"Thank you so much for watching him last night Sandra." Evelyn said as she picked
Danny up out of his bassinet. "I hope he wasn't too much if an inconvenience."
Sandra smiled and picked up the small suitcase that contained Danny's things. "Of course
he wasn't. You know I love babysitting my godson." Evelyn and Rafe had asked Sandra
and Anthony to be their son's godparents. They had both agreed and a priest had come to
the hospital the day after Danny was born and baptized him.
Evelyn turned and looked at her. "I don't know about that, Sandra. I'm sure that Anthony
would have rather spent time with just you." Evelyn had sensed that there was something
more lying beneath the surface of Sandra and Anthony's casual relationship.
Sandra blushed, thinking of how sweet Anthony had been the night before. He had played
with Danny and had taken them both for a walk on the beach at sunset. "I have no idea
what you're talking about!" She made her way to the front door, ignoring Evelyn's
giggles.
"I swear to God, Rafe, she drives me insane, but in a good way. Sometimes I think that
I'll never understand her. I mean, she's so good and proper and all that, and
I'm…well…not. But I like her, maybe even love her. And she likes me back," Anthony
rambled. Rafe nodded intermittingly, understanding the jumble of thoughts that were
coming out of Anthony's mouth because he felt the same way about Evelyn.
"And those fucking lips, Rafe. I've never seen a woman with lips like that." Anthony had
always enjoyed the physical part of his relationships with women but with Sandra, he felt
that there was more to their connection besides their obvious attraction to each other.
"Language, Anthony," Sandra said, as she came up behind him and laid a hand on his
shoulder, looking as though she were trying very hard not to blush. She missed the
devilish grin that Anthony had sent in Rafe's direction, not embarrassed in the slightest.
"Well," Rafe said, "We've got a plane to catch and it looks like someone is in trouble. I
think we'll leave you two alone so that Sandra can decide your punishment." He stood
and stretched, grasping Evelyn's free hand. Sandra and Evelyn embraced, whispering
words of good-bye in each other's ears. Anthony rose to his feet and gave Rafe a slap on
the back.
The four of them made their way to the parked car at the end of the driveway. Rafe
reached for Danny and strapped him into the car seat in the back seat of the car. Anthony
gave Evelyn a soft hug and whispered in her ear, "Be careful with him, he's still broken
inside." Evelyn returned his embrace and nodded.
Rafe walked around the parked vehicle to Evelyn's side and opened her door for her. She
slid inside while he returned to the driver's side and buckled his seat belt. "We'll let you
know when we get there!" Evelyn called as Rafe started the engine and began to pull out
of the driveway.
Anthony and Sandra watched as the car drove away, rounding the corner that housed a
small cluster of palm trees. He could feel her sigh and slipped an arm around her delicate
waist. "They'll come back," he promised her, not entirely sure that they would.
"Yeah," she replied. "But they won't be the same."