* Sorry that this has taken so long I have had loads of school work to do.
Once again Thanks to The Female Apophis for betaing this for me. Any Quirks
are the fault of the RAF and Liechtensteinerin*
Young Love
Chapter Three: - Negotiations
Jon and Paul Vidrine stood talking while Jake listened. Sam had found making friends hard since she was a child and now that she had obviously made a friend who adored her, he was destroying their friendship. Sam needed someone she could get close to and that person was Jon. Paul had said good things about the two Lieutenants at the University and he had been looking forward to meeting them. But now that he had already got angry with one of the he was worried about Sam and what that might do to with her relationship with Jon.
Once Jon and Vidrine had finished talking Jon started to walk towards the flat. Both Colonel's followed. Vidrine went off to see Kowalski and Jacob to apologise to Sam and Jon. When Jon opened the door to the flat he heard giggling coming from the kitchen. He pushed open the door and the giggling stopped immediately. He knew that Sam and Janet, the only occupants of the room were talking about him.
"Hey" he said gently. Sam looked up sharply expecting him to be covered in blood; she let out a sigh of relief when he was unharmed. He walked into the room and collapsed on a chair next to Sam.
"Hey you very nearly sat on me!" She cried he shrugged his shoulders.
"Where's Kowalski and Dan?" he asked.
"Charlie's in the shower and Dan is doing an essay and muttering to himself still." Sam replied
"I'm convinced he never shuts up," Jack said "He's gonna talk himself into his grave one of these days." Sam giggled, and snuggled into the arm over the back of her chair.
"Kowalski!" the trio chorused as he came into the room and shook his head wetting all of the occupants. Charlie just grinned. Jacob and Vidrine entered the room. When Sam saw her father she started to scowl. Daniel walked into the room still talking to himself. He stopped when he noticed the tension in the room.
"Silence is golden" Jon quipped. Dan scowled at him and sat in the chair next to Janet. The seven people in the room were quiet waiting for someone to break the silence. Jacob looked at Jon and scowled. Jon knew that Jacob didn't like him but he wasn't going to back down. He realised that he had a chance of being transferred but he knew that Sam needed his strength and support.
"Paul how easy would it be to transfer the Lieutenant to another University?"
"Dad you can't do that" Sam cried. She looked down at Jon who hung his head.
"Sam he has every right to do that. He is a higher ranking officer and therefore is able to give me orders. He could order me to kill myself and I'd have to, otherwise I'd be disciplined for disobeying orders. Let it go." He said gently. His hand rested on her arm.
"The Lieutenant is right Sam. I can and I will. I will not have your future destroyed because of him. Lieutenant I assume you have belongings to pack."
"Yes sir." Jon said quietly before standing and leaving the room.
"Tags." Paul Vidrine whispered as he passed. He shut the door to his room, to block out the sounds of the fight that Sam and her father were now having, and looked around. This had become his home in the few short weeks that he had been here. His tags jangled as he moved to pack his stuff. Then it hit him. His tags. If he gave them to Colonel Carter then he was officially resigning from the Air Force, and then he couldn't be touched. Jon stood and walked back into the kitchen. Pulling his tags off, and throwing them on the table.
"You can't transfer me if I'm not Air Force." he said
"Jon the Air Force is your life, don't throw it away." Sam said moving to stand beside him. Jon looked the older man straight in the eyes.
"Jake, you are being unreasonable" Paul said gently.
"Paul I don't want him anywhere near my daughter. He knows that."
"Why?" Charlie said completely confused, having missed the earlier argument.
"Charlie Shut Up!" Sam and Jon said at the same time.
"Jake, why?" Paul said. "Sam is right. You are treating her like she is a child. I know Jon and I know he won't hurt her. Jake they are only friends, so what are you afraid of? The fact that Sam is growing up into a woman, or the fact that you have lost all control over her now. She won't be your little girl forever. Is your protectiveness what Annie would have wanted?" Paul said. Jake tensed as his deceased wife's name was mentioned. Sam walked up to her father.
"Let me grow up Dad. I'm not miles away from home so I'll come and visit when I can. You let Mark grow up, why can't you let me?" Sam said quietly. Jake's head bowed and he knew that he had no reason to hate Jon. He had to let Sam choose her own way. His hatred for Jon disappeared as he saw the friendship to two held for one another and the fact that he'd give up his career for her.
"Sorry." Jake said. Sam moved to hug him. Paul smiled at Jon and said "Kowalski I need a word" Charlie inclined his head and seriously said "Ferret." Those present laughed as Charlie walked out with his commanding officer. Jake threw Jon's tags at him. Jon caught them thanks to his fast reflexes. "Jon, Right?" Jake questioned, looking at the tall Irishman. Jon nodded "I'm sorry. I jumped to conclusions. Paul was right. Sam doesn't need me to watch over her anymore. I am however gonna warn you. You hurt Sam and I'll kill you myself. Do you understand me Son?" Jake put the emphasis on son, something that didn't go unnoticed by Jon.
"Sir I'd sooner eat a bullet than hurt Sam."
"Dad try to get to know Jon okay. He's a really nice guy, he's also caring and funny" Sam said.
"Wait till you meet his sarcasm" Paul said as he and Kowalski entered the room. Jon smirked pointed to himself and said
"Me Sarcastic? Never!" Everyone laughed and Jake held his hand out to Jon. Jon took it acknowledging their truce. Sam smiled at her father and mouthed
"Thank You."
"God, I'm Starving" Daniel said
"Do you only ever think about your stomach?" Charlie asked.
"No I like Egyptian mythology and artefacts. My parents were archaeologists" He replied
"Were?" Jake questioned
"They died when I was eight. I've been in foster homes for the last 10 years." The mood in the room became sombre.
*Sorry that this has taken so long to update. Thanks to everyone who has helped me with this.*
Young Love
Chapter Three: - Negotiations
Jon and Paul Vidrine stood talking while Jake listened. Sam had found making friends hard since she was a child and now that she had obviously made a friend who adored her, he was destroying their friendship. Sam needed someone she could get close to and that person was Jon. Paul had said good things about the two Lieutenants at the University and he had been looking forward to meeting them. But now that he had already got angry with one of the he was worried about Sam and what that might do to with her relationship with Jon.
Once Jon and Vidrine had finished talking Jon started to walk towards the flat. Both Colonel's followed. Vidrine went off to see Kowalski and Jacob to apologise to Sam and Jon. When Jon opened the door to the flat he heard giggling coming from the kitchen. He pushed open the door and the giggling stopped immediately. He knew that Sam and Janet, the only occupants of the room were talking about him.
"Hey" he said gently. Sam looked up sharply expecting him to be covered in blood; she let out a sigh of relief when he was unharmed. He walked into the room and collapsed on a chair next to Sam.
"Hey you very nearly sat on me!" She cried he shrugged his shoulders.
"Where's Kowalski and Dan?" he asked.
"Charlie's in the shower and Dan is doing an essay and muttering to himself still." Sam replied
"I'm convinced he never shuts up," Jack said "He's gonna talk himself into his grave one of these days." Sam giggled, and snuggled into the arm over the back of her chair.
"Kowalski!" the trio chorused as he came into the room and shook his head wetting all of the occupants. Charlie just grinned. Jacob and Vidrine entered the room. When Sam saw her father she started to scowl. Daniel walked into the room still talking to himself. He stopped when he noticed the tension in the room.
"Silence is golden" Jon quipped. Dan scowled at him and sat in the chair next to Janet. The seven people in the room were quiet waiting for someone to break the silence. Jacob looked at Jon and scowled. Jon knew that Jacob didn't like him but he wasn't going to back down. He realised that he had a chance of being transferred but he knew that Sam needed his strength and support.
"Paul how easy would it be to transfer the Lieutenant to another University?"
"Dad you can't do that" Sam cried. She looked down at Jon who hung his head.
"Sam he has every right to do that. He is a higher ranking officer and therefore is able to give me orders. He could order me to kill myself and I'd have to, otherwise I'd be disciplined for disobeying orders. Let it go." He said gently. His hand rested on her arm.
"The Lieutenant is right Sam. I can and I will. I will not have your future destroyed because of him. Lieutenant I assume you have belongings to pack."
"Yes sir." Jon said quietly before standing and leaving the room.
"Tags." Paul Vidrine whispered as he passed. He shut the door to his room, to block out the sounds of the fight that Sam and her father were now having, and looked around. This had become his home in the few short weeks that he had been here. His tags jangled as he moved to pack his stuff. Then it hit him. His tags. If he gave them to Colonel Carter then he was officially resigning from the Air Force, and then he couldn't be touched. Jon stood and walked back into the kitchen. Pulling his tags off, and throwing them on the table.
"You can't transfer me if I'm not Air Force." he said
"Jon the Air Force is your life, don't throw it away." Sam said moving to stand beside him. Jon looked the older man straight in the eyes.
"Jake, you are being unreasonable" Paul said gently.
"Paul I don't want him anywhere near my daughter. He knows that."
"Why?" Charlie said completely confused, having missed the earlier argument.
"Charlie Shut Up!" Sam and Jon said at the same time.
"Jake, why?" Paul said. "Sam is right. You are treating her like she is a child. I know Jon and I know he won't hurt her. Jake they are only friends, so what are you afraid of? The fact that Sam is growing up into a woman, or the fact that you have lost all control over her now. She won't be your little girl forever. Is your protectiveness what Annie would have wanted?" Paul said. Jake tensed as his deceased wife's name was mentioned. Sam walked up to her father.
"Let me grow up Dad. I'm not miles away from home so I'll come and visit when I can. You let Mark grow up, why can't you let me?" Sam said quietly. Jake's head bowed and he knew that he had no reason to hate Jon. He had to let Sam choose her own way. His hatred for Jon disappeared as he saw the friendship to two held for one another and the fact that he'd give up his career for her.
"Sorry." Jake said. Sam moved to hug him. Paul smiled at Jon and said "Kowalski I need a word" Charlie inclined his head and seriously said "Ferret." Those present laughed as Charlie walked out with his commanding officer. Jake threw Jon's tags at him. Jon caught them thanks to his fast reflexes. "Jon, Right?" Jake questioned, looking at the tall Irishman. Jon nodded "I'm sorry. I jumped to conclusions. Paul was right. Sam doesn't need me to watch over her anymore. I am however gonna warn you. You hurt Sam and I'll kill you myself. Do you understand me Son?" Jake put the emphasis on son, something that didn't go unnoticed by Jon.
"Sir I'd sooner eat a bullet than hurt Sam."
"Dad try to get to know Jon okay. He's a really nice guy, he's also caring and funny" Sam said.
"Wait till you meet his sarcasm" Paul said as he and Kowalski entered the room. Jon smirked pointed to himself and said
"Me Sarcastic? Never!" Everyone laughed and Jake held his hand out to Jon. Jon took it acknowledging their truce. Sam smiled at her father and mouthed
"Thank You."
"God, I'm Starving" Daniel said
"Do you only ever think about your stomach?" Charlie asked.
"No I like Egyptian mythology and artefacts. My parents were archaeologists" He replied
"Were?" Jake questioned
"They died when I was eight. I've been in foster homes for the last 10 years." The mood in the room became sombre.
*Sorry that this has taken so long to update. Thanks to everyone who has helped me with this.*