Disclaimer: I own Jaira... no one else.
It starts the day when Pearl Harbor was bombed. Jaira MacCawley was taken with Danny Walker to Pearl Harbor because her brother, Rafe, was still in England. Jaira is in love with Danny and as time goes, their love grows stronger.
Chapter Two: Pain
Everything was a disaster. I watched in dismay as I circled battleship row, making sure that there weren't any Japanese planes left. There was nothing left of anything; the vessels were attacked, and people were drowning into the shallow depths of the river. I could hear Danny and Rafe talking through the headgear, but I didn't bother in talking. Tears ran down my eyes as I returned to the airport. I landed the plane and stopped the engine. I couldn't get out; I was so weak and depressed.
I cried... like a baby. Earl came toward the aircraft and opened the hood. I glanced up at him in disbelief. He shook his head and assisted me out. My legs were two pieces of logs, unable to aid me in walking, so I unsteadily sat in front of the warehouse door and watched the smoke invade the sky. A couple of minutes later, Danny and Rafe disembarked their planes as well. I just stared into the sky. They watched me as they stammered through the field. Rafe slouched next to me and cupped my cheek.
"She's been like this since she got here. She was crying dreadfully," Earl explained as he walked into the hanger. Danny sprawled in front of me, grasping my knees gently.
"Sweepea, talk to me," Rafe childishly remarked, rubbing his hand against my arm. I turned to look at my brother... my brother, whom everyone alleged dead, was right in front of me. I swallowed dryly and hugged him.
"I-I want to go," I stuttered before I began to cry again. "Please, Rafe, d- don't leave me! Don't go to war!" Rafe was astounded at my cries and tightly wrapped his arms around me. Danny sighed, massaging my back gently. I tenderly parted from my brother and turned to Danny.
"Let's go please," I remarked shakily to them as they helped me up, my tears still streaming, but I couldn't hold my weight. I swiftly collapsed on the floor, causing Danny to panic.
"Jaira! Are you okay?" he quivered as he carried me in his arms. I couldn't hold my pain inside... it was too much for me. As my cries strengthened, Rafe kissed my forehead and rested his cheek on it.
"Let's take her to the hospital, Danny," Rafe uttered as they paced to the car. Danny nodded.
My mind began sinking into my thoughts. I didn't remember much until we reached the hospital.
I heard screams and yelling of people suffering. I shook myself, perceiving that I was on a hospital bed, and stared up to see Evelyn, smiling down at me. She was very clammy and her expression was weary. She was holding my hand, gently massaging my relaxing points. Danny and Rafe were to my right, discharging blood through a needle into Coca Cola bottles. Danny caught my eyes and smiled weakly at my presence. I returned the smiled and as I did, I felt a sharp, stinging pain on my left arm. My head spun one hundred and eighty degrees to gaze at Evelyn emitting a liquid from a needle into my bloodstream.
"W-What is that?" I asked her erratically, licking my lips in pain. She stroked my hair lightly.
"It's a medicine for you to feel better. You're going to feel woozy, and it will let you sleep," she explained as she threw away the needle. I stared up into the ceiling, into nothing, and my thoughts raced rapidly. I heard Danny and Rafe talking, debating on who would take me home.
"I love her," were the last words I heard before I drifted into a long slumber.
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"Daddy, can we go play?" a little girl asked a man sitting on the couch, reading the newspaper. "Daddy..."
"Not now, Jaira. I'm busy," he remarked angrily and continued his reading. The little girl sighed and walked with her porcelain doll in her arms. She ambled in the kitchen and saw her mother cooking.
"Mommy, can we go play?" she asked her as the older woman walked to the refrigerator. There was no answer. "Mommy..."
"Not now, Jaira. I'm busy," was all she said and carried on her occupation. Tears ran down the little girl's eyes as she strolled up the stairs to her brother's room. He was sitting on the bed with Danny, reading a magazine.
"Rafe, can we go play?" she asked him weakly, placing her porcelain doll on the bed. Both of them glanced up and smiled at her.
"Sure, Jaira," he answered as he stood up and took her hand. The little girl smiled and sauntered happily by Danny and her brother's side.
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The sun dusked over me as I slowly awakened. I stirred a little and gradually sat up to gawk the area. I expected to see Rafe by my side, but instead I saw Danny sleeping on the hammock. I smiled broadly, watching him stir and awaken. He stretched out exceedingly and rubbed his eyes. He smiled as he sat up with his feet on the floor.
"Hey," he greeted with tenderness, ruffling his hair. I laid back in bed and turned on my side to face him. I hugged my pillow with passion, and I smiled.
"Hi, Danny," I whispered loudly, staring at him intensely. My sheets were still drawn over me, covering my body delicately. His eyes burned into my skin as I stirred to comfort myself in divan.
"You feeling better?" he asked with fret in his tone. I nodded and sighed deeply.
"Yeah, I'm okay... Everything felt like a dream, but it wasn't," I remarked glumly, staring up into the sky.
"Rafe left earlier and asked me to stay with you. They needed help at battleship row," he explained and stretched one more time. "He's worried about you, Jaira."
"I know."
"I'm worried, too." I held my breath at his words. He worried about me...
"Everyone's worried about this, Danny. Everyone is scared of what's happening," I reminded him casually and yawned vehemently. Danny laid back down on the hammock, beginning to swing himself.
"I love you, Jaira," he disclosed, staring into the sky and smiled. I smiled back and stood up from bed. I sauntered over to the hammock and plunked right next to him. He stared up at me, with glimmer in his eyes, and received me with arms opened. Soothingly, I lazed my body next to his and we both rocked the hammock as we stared into the starry night.
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A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!! I'M BEGGING!!!! If I get no reviews, I'll probably discontinue the story.
-Jess
It starts the day when Pearl Harbor was bombed. Jaira MacCawley was taken with Danny Walker to Pearl Harbor because her brother, Rafe, was still in England. Jaira is in love with Danny and as time goes, their love grows stronger.
Chapter Two: Pain
Everything was a disaster. I watched in dismay as I circled battleship row, making sure that there weren't any Japanese planes left. There was nothing left of anything; the vessels were attacked, and people were drowning into the shallow depths of the river. I could hear Danny and Rafe talking through the headgear, but I didn't bother in talking. Tears ran down my eyes as I returned to the airport. I landed the plane and stopped the engine. I couldn't get out; I was so weak and depressed.
I cried... like a baby. Earl came toward the aircraft and opened the hood. I glanced up at him in disbelief. He shook his head and assisted me out. My legs were two pieces of logs, unable to aid me in walking, so I unsteadily sat in front of the warehouse door and watched the smoke invade the sky. A couple of minutes later, Danny and Rafe disembarked their planes as well. I just stared into the sky. They watched me as they stammered through the field. Rafe slouched next to me and cupped my cheek.
"She's been like this since she got here. She was crying dreadfully," Earl explained as he walked into the hanger. Danny sprawled in front of me, grasping my knees gently.
"Sweepea, talk to me," Rafe childishly remarked, rubbing his hand against my arm. I turned to look at my brother... my brother, whom everyone alleged dead, was right in front of me. I swallowed dryly and hugged him.
"I-I want to go," I stuttered before I began to cry again. "Please, Rafe, d- don't leave me! Don't go to war!" Rafe was astounded at my cries and tightly wrapped his arms around me. Danny sighed, massaging my back gently. I tenderly parted from my brother and turned to Danny.
"Let's go please," I remarked shakily to them as they helped me up, my tears still streaming, but I couldn't hold my weight. I swiftly collapsed on the floor, causing Danny to panic.
"Jaira! Are you okay?" he quivered as he carried me in his arms. I couldn't hold my pain inside... it was too much for me. As my cries strengthened, Rafe kissed my forehead and rested his cheek on it.
"Let's take her to the hospital, Danny," Rafe uttered as they paced to the car. Danny nodded.
My mind began sinking into my thoughts. I didn't remember much until we reached the hospital.
I heard screams and yelling of people suffering. I shook myself, perceiving that I was on a hospital bed, and stared up to see Evelyn, smiling down at me. She was very clammy and her expression was weary. She was holding my hand, gently massaging my relaxing points. Danny and Rafe were to my right, discharging blood through a needle into Coca Cola bottles. Danny caught my eyes and smiled weakly at my presence. I returned the smiled and as I did, I felt a sharp, stinging pain on my left arm. My head spun one hundred and eighty degrees to gaze at Evelyn emitting a liquid from a needle into my bloodstream.
"W-What is that?" I asked her erratically, licking my lips in pain. She stroked my hair lightly.
"It's a medicine for you to feel better. You're going to feel woozy, and it will let you sleep," she explained as she threw away the needle. I stared up into the ceiling, into nothing, and my thoughts raced rapidly. I heard Danny and Rafe talking, debating on who would take me home.
"I love her," were the last words I heard before I drifted into a long slumber.
~+~+~+ Dreaming +~+~+~
"Daddy, can we go play?" a little girl asked a man sitting on the couch, reading the newspaper. "Daddy..."
"Not now, Jaira. I'm busy," he remarked angrily and continued his reading. The little girl sighed and walked with her porcelain doll in her arms. She ambled in the kitchen and saw her mother cooking.
"Mommy, can we go play?" she asked her as the older woman walked to the refrigerator. There was no answer. "Mommy..."
"Not now, Jaira. I'm busy," was all she said and carried on her occupation. Tears ran down the little girl's eyes as she strolled up the stairs to her brother's room. He was sitting on the bed with Danny, reading a magazine.
"Rafe, can we go play?" she asked him weakly, placing her porcelain doll on the bed. Both of them glanced up and smiled at her.
"Sure, Jaira," he answered as he stood up and took her hand. The little girl smiled and sauntered happily by Danny and her brother's side.
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The sun dusked over me as I slowly awakened. I stirred a little and gradually sat up to gawk the area. I expected to see Rafe by my side, but instead I saw Danny sleeping on the hammock. I smiled broadly, watching him stir and awaken. He stretched out exceedingly and rubbed his eyes. He smiled as he sat up with his feet on the floor.
"Hey," he greeted with tenderness, ruffling his hair. I laid back in bed and turned on my side to face him. I hugged my pillow with passion, and I smiled.
"Hi, Danny," I whispered loudly, staring at him intensely. My sheets were still drawn over me, covering my body delicately. His eyes burned into my skin as I stirred to comfort myself in divan.
"You feeling better?" he asked with fret in his tone. I nodded and sighed deeply.
"Yeah, I'm okay... Everything felt like a dream, but it wasn't," I remarked glumly, staring up into the sky.
"Rafe left earlier and asked me to stay with you. They needed help at battleship row," he explained and stretched one more time. "He's worried about you, Jaira."
"I know."
"I'm worried, too." I held my breath at his words. He worried about me...
"Everyone's worried about this, Danny. Everyone is scared of what's happening," I reminded him casually and yawned vehemently. Danny laid back down on the hammock, beginning to swing himself.
"I love you, Jaira," he disclosed, staring into the sky and smiled. I smiled back and stood up from bed. I sauntered over to the hammock and plunked right next to him. He stared up at me, with glimmer in his eyes, and received me with arms opened. Soothingly, I lazed my body next to his and we both rocked the hammock as we stared into the starry night.
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A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!! I'M BEGGING!!!! If I get no reviews, I'll probably discontinue the story.
-Jess
