In the tradition of A Love Written in the Stars..my new adventure fan fic..Tropical Waves..on their honeymoon Ross makes an archeological discovery that could make him famous..but it could cost him and Rachel their lives.
hope you all enjoy ...i guess you could consider this semi AU..Ross is not the usual cowardly type..he comes across as heroic in this story..these characters are the property of BKC Productions
Jessie Kilmer was on his way to the airport. He had over five million dollars hidden in his carry on. As a member of gang of robbers whose leader was imprisoned. Jesse was given one order. Hide the stash where no one could find it. He had the perfect hiding place. Years ago, Jesse lived in the tropics after he had been discharged from the Navy. As a Seal he learned weaponry and attacks. Jesse was sometimes more at ease under the water than on land. When he would get to Aruba, he knew of a secret underwater cavern that was at least sixty feet under the surface of the coral reefs. What he planned to do was dive down and place the money in a strong box, cement it , and then return to Puerto Rico. At a later time, he would retrieve it when it was safe to return to the main land.
After landing in Aruba, Jessie enlisted a few local natives to help him. He rented a boat and unpacked his gear. He pulled on the black wet suit and adjusted his weight belt. Throwing his scuba tank over his shoulders, he placed the regulator in his mouth and jumped over the side. It was such a calming feeling to be underwater again. He swore in a past life he was a fish, maybe even a shark with his instincts. The bubbles rose from to the surface from his tanks as he floated through the azure waters of the Caribbean. Finally he saw his objective, a long forgotten underwater cavern. He was careful to monitor his air and slowly ascend to the coral wall. He pulled a knife out of his divers pouch and started hacking away at the wall. Chips flew as he managed to fashion a hole for the strong box. He pulled out the mesh bag with the strong box and placed it in the hole. He took the square rock and an adhesive and sealed the rock in the wall. Using his hands like fins, he propelled himself back to the surface.
They had done it after nine years. Ross and Rachel were finally married. It was a lovely ceremony at the Plaza. The celebration had worn them out .Late in the evening, they retired to the Bridal Suite. The next morning their flight was scheduled out of JFK to Aruba. This was ironic because that was exactly where Barry was going to take Rachel when she abandoned him at the altar. The couple considered this a new start and previous to the wedding were taking scuba classses. Ross's sister and her husband made continuous jokes about this. Ross had just always considered this a skill that might be useful to his work in finding a fossil or artifact. Ironically it seemed thatt Ross was rather adept to this new sport and felt at ease in the water.
Rachel just thought it was cool they could do something like take a class together. One time she remembered when they were dating, how he went to a fashion seminar and fell asleep. It was always very frustrating with two diverse occupations as paleontology and fashion.
Rachel was reading the latest Vogue as she nibbled on her peanuts. Ross had picked up a diving magazine in the airport before they took off. This new world fascinated him. As a scientist, it was a new frontier to explore. In the past, he never would have had the courage to take this step. New beginnings allowed it to happen. It was also something that he and Rachel could share, that was just theirs. Of course, Rachel had to be Rachel with her new beach clothes, and her six wet suits, and tinted diving masks. The thought of her shopping for that stuff made him laugh.
"What's so funny?" asked Rachel,
"Nothing really, except the fact that I now have a closet that is half silk and half rubber." giggled Ross.
"Don't you want me to look good?" Rachel whined.
"Yes, honey the fish are going to love you I'm sure."smiled Ross. "As much as I do. I was reading this article about finding artifacts in the Carribean and that might be interesting."
"We agreed no shop talk, no fossils, no dinosaurs, this is a honeymoon. Well I might not be adverse to a little underwater maneuvers. You do look sexy in a wet suit." Rachel coyly said.
At that point the plane, started to taxi into the Caribbean airport. The rest of the journey would be on a smaller plane. Within an hour, they were in Aruba. The sun was a welcome change from the dreary New York weather. Palm trees blew in the balmy Caribbean breeze. In the distance, you could hear the steel drums of a calypso band. A limousine stopped by the tiny airport to pick up Ross and Rachel since this was their honeymoon.
Their room resembled the rooms they had in Barbados. Boy that was a long time ago. It was also a memory that was better left unsaid. Tropical nights and stolen kisses. This was a new beginning for the couple who had been through everything. They were just preparing to go through the greatest test of their twenty year relationship. Little did they know what lie at the bottom of the sea for them.