Disclaimer: I don't own Rafe, Evelyn, or Danny. But you knew that. But I'd
rather we safe that sorry (AKA sued). So that's not really important. I'm
rambling. Sheesh.
A/N: Hey home dogs. What's up? Have a nice day.
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"Rafe, what if we get caught?" Danny asked. He sat in the backseat of Rafe's beat up convertible. He was wrapped up in two blankets. Rafe had managed to get him to take some aspirin. Danny apparently had to come. But he didn't have to like it.
"Danny, we can't pick Evelyn up in this car!" Rafe mused. Danny sighed. Rafe was lost again, making huge elaborate plans.
"It's not like we have a choice…" Danny said, shivering. "Let's just go. We can get this over with." Rafe thought for a second.
"Unless…." He was thinking out loud, yet again. Danny drew the blankets tighter around himself and scowled.
"No Rafe! Not unless!" he insisted weakly. Why couldn't Rafe see that he was cold and wanted to sleep? Rafe turned back to him. Uh oh. Danny knew that right now he was in for it, in a big way.
"Danny, do you not want to go?" Oh please. Sometimes Rafe just didn't get the message. Danny thought for a second about what he wanted to reply to that with. He realized he had been holding his breath. He let it out slowly.
"Umm…sure I do Rafe. I just don't feel to great." Now that was a huge understatement if he had ever head one. But he knew that most of the time Rafe never knew the difference. Rafe shook his head. Suddenly he had a brilliant idea, though.
"Let's take Dolittle's car!" Rafe exclaimed, proud that he had thought up such a brilliant idea. Danny could have sworn that his heart froze in his chest as soon as the words left the other man's mouth. The colonel had a fancy new convertible. It was red and had leather seats, and it was the envy of every pilot around the base.
"Have you gone off the deep end?" Danny exclaimed in his Southern accent. Sure, Rafe was always thinking up stupid ideas. But this took the cake. Danny didn't know, much less want to know what would happen if they were caught with the car.
"Naw, come on!" Rafe said. He latched his hand around Danny's cold wrist and dragged him from the car, the blankets flapping like a cloak around his body. As they walked down the rows of parked cars, Danny shook his head sadly.
Finally they located the car that they were looking for. It glinted with in the light of the quickly rising sun. Danny felt his heart rate quicken in the speed of a few seconds. Just by looking at a stupid car. Everyone who was in Dolittle's office a lot would know that he kept a spare key hidden somewhere in the convertible. Sometimes the pilots wondered if their leader was a bit on the off side.
Without a word, only a happy sigh Rafe leapt into the car, over the side door. Danny folded his arms and shook his head.
"You are insane," poor Danny sighed. It wasn't that he didn't want the car. It was any young, cocky pilots dream.
"Come on! Isn't it calling to you?" Rafe asked dreamily. "'Danny! Danny? Don't you want to ride in meeeee?'" he continued dreamily. But before Danny could reply he was yanked into the back seat.
After a few minutes, Rafe managed to find the key in a little leather pouch in the glove compartment. Danny settled down in the back seat. Rafe revved up the engine and Danny prayed to God that no one would find them in someone else's car. He squirmed just thinking about it.
They coasted down the long street to the hospital. When they got there, Evelyn was waiting outside with the warden. Rafe quickly pulled on the colonel's favorite hat and a scarf, plus the leather jacket he had brought. The warden was speaking low and quietly. Rafe stepped out of the car.
"I guess that's the colonel. Thanks," the two of them heard Evelyn say.
"See ya Evelyn," the hospital warden said. "Hope you aren't in too much trouble." Evelyn half walked, half skipped down the stairs. Rafe opened the door for her and she sat down. He walked back over to his side and sat down.
Rafe floored the gas and sped away, leaving dust in the wake of the prized convertible. Meanwhile, back on the cement steps of the hospital, the warden shook his head.
"Man, that colonel sure can drive," he mused and walked back inside.
A/N: Hey home dogs. What's up? Have a nice day.
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"Rafe, what if we get caught?" Danny asked. He sat in the backseat of Rafe's beat up convertible. He was wrapped up in two blankets. Rafe had managed to get him to take some aspirin. Danny apparently had to come. But he didn't have to like it.
"Danny, we can't pick Evelyn up in this car!" Rafe mused. Danny sighed. Rafe was lost again, making huge elaborate plans.
"It's not like we have a choice…" Danny said, shivering. "Let's just go. We can get this over with." Rafe thought for a second.
"Unless…." He was thinking out loud, yet again. Danny drew the blankets tighter around himself and scowled.
"No Rafe! Not unless!" he insisted weakly. Why couldn't Rafe see that he was cold and wanted to sleep? Rafe turned back to him. Uh oh. Danny knew that right now he was in for it, in a big way.
"Danny, do you not want to go?" Oh please. Sometimes Rafe just didn't get the message. Danny thought for a second about what he wanted to reply to that with. He realized he had been holding his breath. He let it out slowly.
"Umm…sure I do Rafe. I just don't feel to great." Now that was a huge understatement if he had ever head one. But he knew that most of the time Rafe never knew the difference. Rafe shook his head. Suddenly he had a brilliant idea, though.
"Let's take Dolittle's car!" Rafe exclaimed, proud that he had thought up such a brilliant idea. Danny could have sworn that his heart froze in his chest as soon as the words left the other man's mouth. The colonel had a fancy new convertible. It was red and had leather seats, and it was the envy of every pilot around the base.
"Have you gone off the deep end?" Danny exclaimed in his Southern accent. Sure, Rafe was always thinking up stupid ideas. But this took the cake. Danny didn't know, much less want to know what would happen if they were caught with the car.
"Naw, come on!" Rafe said. He latched his hand around Danny's cold wrist and dragged him from the car, the blankets flapping like a cloak around his body. As they walked down the rows of parked cars, Danny shook his head sadly.
Finally they located the car that they were looking for. It glinted with in the light of the quickly rising sun. Danny felt his heart rate quicken in the speed of a few seconds. Just by looking at a stupid car. Everyone who was in Dolittle's office a lot would know that he kept a spare key hidden somewhere in the convertible. Sometimes the pilots wondered if their leader was a bit on the off side.
Without a word, only a happy sigh Rafe leapt into the car, over the side door. Danny folded his arms and shook his head.
"You are insane," poor Danny sighed. It wasn't that he didn't want the car. It was any young, cocky pilots dream.
"Come on! Isn't it calling to you?" Rafe asked dreamily. "'Danny! Danny? Don't you want to ride in meeeee?'" he continued dreamily. But before Danny could reply he was yanked into the back seat.
After a few minutes, Rafe managed to find the key in a little leather pouch in the glove compartment. Danny settled down in the back seat. Rafe revved up the engine and Danny prayed to God that no one would find them in someone else's car. He squirmed just thinking about it.
They coasted down the long street to the hospital. When they got there, Evelyn was waiting outside with the warden. Rafe quickly pulled on the colonel's favorite hat and a scarf, plus the leather jacket he had brought. The warden was speaking low and quietly. Rafe stepped out of the car.
"I guess that's the colonel. Thanks," the two of them heard Evelyn say.
"See ya Evelyn," the hospital warden said. "Hope you aren't in too much trouble." Evelyn half walked, half skipped down the stairs. Rafe opened the door for her and she sat down. He walked back over to his side and sat down.
Rafe floored the gas and sped away, leaving dust in the wake of the prized convertible. Meanwhile, back on the cement steps of the hospital, the warden shook his head.
"Man, that colonel sure can drive," he mused and walked back inside.