The Revolutionaries (The Adventures of Seanait and Faolán)
Disclaimer: I don't own SG-1; it'd be bad if I did...
Seanait Doyle and Faolán Dunlop had been best friends for years, since… forever. They'd both been in the military, well specifically, the Air Force for a number of years and gained the rank of major. Neither of them knew that the other was in the military to begin with, they hadn't talked for awhile and neither wanted to tell the other that they were a military officer. You see, Seanait always wanted to be a vet or an archeologist, being an F-14 Tomcat fighter pilot was always in the back of her mind, but never really taken seriously. Faolán always wanted to be a wolf biologist or a photographer, but as with Seanait, being military personnel was always just a random thought in the back of her mind. So neither knew…
One day, Major Doyle was on a serious training mission. Although she was a pilot, today she had to spend her time on the ground training the young ones at the Academy.
"MOVE OUT!" she belted. All the young cadets moved on her order. Out in the field, paintball bullets flew through the air. It was quite loud, but a military officer has to deal with it. Slowly, she'd been getting reports of real bullets being shot at the young officers. She was worried about her charges, so she tried to radio in for help.
"Colonel, this is Major Seanait Doyle requiring assistance in Jack's Valley," she said. The radio crackled loudly. She figured they were waiting for what could be wrong in a training scenario. She sighed heavily. "Sir, I'm getting reports that real bullets are being fired instead of the training weapons, I require assistance in dealing with this matter." Seanait waited for them to respond. Nothing. Until…
"Hey down there, this is Major Faolán Dunlop flying the SR-117; we need some help up here." The caller waited for a response, Seanait's brain was fried. Could this be her friend Faolán Dunlop? A major in the Air Force… flying a Blackbird? Seanait keyed the walkie-talkie very slowly.
"Who is this?" she called out. The radio spat out its answer. A sigh of relief and a bit of impatience rained down on her.
"This is, again, Major Faolán Dunlop in the SR-117 on a training mission, we require some help up here, please advise," the major called back. Seanait store at her 'talkie and swore in surprise, a swear that would have made the Marines proud.
"FAOLÁN?!" she yelled back. The woman in the plane, if it wasn't Faolán, was probably staring at her radio wide-eyed.
"Seanait???? Is that you?!" Faolán replied unsure, it sounded like her best friend… and sure did act like her, but was it? She? A military personnel? Seanait's heart swelled.
"Damn you Faolán, what the HELL are you doing up there?!" Seanait only sounded thoroughly pissed off to people that didn't know her well, but she smiled as she yelled back.
"Well…" Faolán took a quick glance at her co-pilot and outside the window. "And you're never going to believe this, but I'm up here flying this Blackbird and we went out of control, sorta…" Seanait groaned of the radio. "And as far as I can tell, we're skipping along like a rock on water." Faolán noticed the skips got harder, if she didn't keep the plane under control; they might as well skip off the atmosphere. Seanait chuckled, then giggled, and finally laughed outright. The thought of a plane, such as the Blackbird, skipping along merrily on a pond was one of the funniest things yet. At the time, a first-class cadet, the wing commander, ran by and gave her the strangest look. Seanait screwed up her face to ask the next question.
"So, you didn't answer my question, major," she emphasized her friend's rank. "What in God's name are you doing up there?" The answer she received was expected, but not wanted to be heard.
"Have… -ing… fun…! Why… do you… ask…major!?" Faolán bounced along. She also emphasized the rank on Seanait; somehow, Seanait wasn't remotely surprised. But, suddenly, fear for her friend's life took over her mind. Her body froze up.
"Okay, Faolán, you listening?"
"Maybe."
"You'd better be."
"Maybe."
"Having fun now, major??"
"Mayday."
"WHAT?!?" Seanait screamed back at her.
"Mayday!" Seanait looked up at the sky presumptuously and wished she never had. A little thing of fire, maybe it wasn't, came shooting across the sky above her and flew on to the base. Planes look like that when they came back to Earth, sometimes… Seanait tried to rationalize foolishly. She whistled so the training would stop.
"Head to the base!" she ordered. The cadets saluted her and the sweaty young ones headed off back up the hill to the base. Seanait made them run all the way back. Normally, she wasn't this harsh on them, but she was in a hurry. Her group and she arrived just in time to see a spatatular land/crash by the Blackbird. Seanait and the rest of the cadets winced. Millions of dollars gone… now was Faolán all right?? She watched in awe as both Faolán and her partner emerged from the half ruined aircraft. Faolán gazed at the crowd on the tarmac knowing that Seanait was probably there, she was right. A glimpse of red caught her eye and she smiled at the bewildered face.
"Hi," Faolán bounded up to her friend and waved. Seanait snapped out of it.
"Faolán," she breathed and gave her friend a hug. It was graciously returned. "What the hell were you thinking?!" Seanait told off her friend. "You know you just destroyed millions of dollars of plane-flesh, right?"
Faolán cocked her head. "Planes have flesh?" Seanait smiled, she'd missed her buddy. Faolán smiled too, she'd missed her brat. Faolán had her helmet under her arm and was dressed in a jumpsuit and pilot gear. Her co-pilot walked up to the two.
"Hummm," he coughed politely into his hand. He was still shaken from the belly flop. Faolán spun to face him and introduced him to her friend.
"Major Seanait Doyle, this is my co-pilot Captain Doug Rosk." He saluted her unnecessarily and she returned a lazy salute of her own. She was kind of annoyed at the constant saluting, but it was necessary.
"At ease, captain," she ordered. But it wasn't necessary to keep lower ranking personnel so tense. The captain shifted his weight to be comfortable in military terms. She turned to Faolán again. "Tell me, why are you so damned happy?" Faolán rocked on her heels again, keeping the secret in. So Doug answered for her.
"She was actually having fun up there, ma'am. You should have seen her face. I believe that something by name of a 'not-so-carbonated-apple-drink' was muttered somewhere along the ride, ma'am," Doug mentioned smiling at his pilot. Seanait fixed Faolán with a withering look.
"Faolán… you're telling me that you had an apple drink before this?" she asked incredulously. Faolán nodded vigorously. Seanait grabbed her friend by the shoulders and steered her inside the complex. Seanait knew that after the initial worry of a human life, Faolán was going to get a mouthful of insults from somebody. She called over her shoulder, "Rosk, you can come with, if you'd like." The man trotted right along with them.
Seanait and Faolán spent the rest of the day reminiscing over old school events and stuff like that. Doug sat and watched in wonder. The fact that his commanding officer did stuff like that was pretty funny.
"Somebody sent little purple dots!" Another reel of laughing was set off by Seanait. Faolán countered.
"We're gonna be the BEST vets in the world!" They laughed so hard, Rosk thought to get a nurse down there to watch them. Seanait fixed one eye on Faolán, trying to look serious.
"Duuude." Faolán gazed back knowing exactly what Seanait was up too.
"Duuuude, look at that bird fly." She said it just like that old Dell guy on the commercials.
"Duuuude, we're gettin' a Dell," Seanait finished and they both laughed again. Seanait made a hand motion that simulated a rattle being shaken. So on top of hard laughing came another bout. Doug muttered to himself, What on EARTH are they on??? Finally, after gaining everyone's attention in the cafeteria, the laughter subsided. Seanait and Faolán mulled over their drinks head down. Both were trying to regain their breath. Faolán struck up a sad tune. Seanait looked at her friend carefully as she recognized it and smiled sadly.
"A hand above the water, an angel reaching for the sky."
"Is it raining in heaven? Do you want us to cry?"
"And everywhere, the broken-hearted, on every lonely avenue. No one could reach them, no one but you."
"One by one, only the good die young, they're only flying to close to the sun. Life goes on, without you," they sang together.
"Another tricky situation, I get to drowning in the blues. And I find myself thinking, well, what would you do?"
"Yes, it was such an operation, forever pain is reduced. Hell, you made a sensation, you found a way through!"
"One by one, only the good die young, they're only flying to close to the sun. We'll remember… forever." The song had now escalated to the point where most people within a two table radius could hear them, and the climax hadn't even begun yet. Doug watched the two holler away at the beautiful. They weren't ruining it, but I was kind of embarrassing. He blushed slightly and noticed two generals at the next table over looking at him and the majors. They didn't seem to notice, but he only blushed further. It wasn't unusual to have generals in the cafeteria. One general, the commander of the Academy, whispered to the other and they got up and left. Now came the loud part – the climax and their favorite part of the song.
"So we grace another table, and raise our glasses one more time. There's a face at the window and I ain't never, never saying goodbye!!" The two majors sang out loudly, now everyone was there. Luckily for her, Seanait's fourth-class (freshmen) cadets walked in to find the two belting out the song. They looked at her and disowned her. They inched along the wall so tightly that one could almost hear squeaks coming from their back rubbing again the wall. Faolán and Seanait didn't notice them, but the two got up, arms over shoulders, and caroused out of the café. Doug shook his head, definitely embarrassed and followed. They were still singing, Doug hoped it was the end for their sake… and his.
"One by one, only the good die young, they're only flying to close to the sun. Crying for nothing, crying for no one… no one but you." They sang in perfect harmony and Doug was once again impressed. The majors fell silent remembering the song. Seanait pulled a funny little glance at Doug, alerting him of another joke. As they walked down the hallway, arms over shoulder, Seanait began to very quietly hum something. Faolán stopped in surprise, but Seanait kept walking down the hallway and spun around.
"But she only comes when she's alone…" Seanait ended there because neither of them could hold a straight face and burst out laughing.
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Soooo..... did ya like it??? There's more coming where that came from, this was.. backround info if you're wondering where the SG-1 part comes in, that's next!