Earth: A Rendezvous with Destiny Chapter 4: Living in the USA, a star wars fanfic

Private First Class Jacob Gregory "Jake" Meyer - Fireteam Bravo, Third Squad, Second Platoon, Delta Company, Second Military Police Battalion, II Marine Expeditionary Force Command Element, II Marine Expeditionary Force, United States Marine Corps

Southeastway Park - 5624 South Carroll Road, New Palestine, Sugar Creek Township, Hancock County, Indiana, United States of America, North America, Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy

07:06:15 ATC/July 6th, 1968 - 12:00/ 12:00 PM

If everybody had an ocean
Across the U. S. A.
Then everybody'd be surfin'
Like Californi-a
You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies
Huarache sandals too
A bushy bushy blonde hairdo
Surfin' U. S. A.

You'd catch 'em surfin' at Del Mar
Ventura County line
Santa Cruz and Trestle
Australia's Narrabeen
All over Manhattan
And down Doheny Way

Everybody's gone surfin'
Surfin' U.S.A.

We'll all be planning that route
We're gonna take real soon
We're waxing down our surfboards
We can't wait for June
We'll all be gone for the summer
We're on surfari to stay
Tell the teacher we're surfin'
Surfin' U. S. A.

"Jake, no!"

The Leatherneck grinned at his giggling girlfriend before throwing her into the lake. It has been nearly a year already and the American believes without doubt that it was a match made in heaven.

In return, the Republic SpecForce soldier gave him the death glare and started to splash water at him.

"Okay! Okay! I get it! You don't like the water and I surrender!"

"It's not the water I don't like." Sara playfully pouted. "It's you ruining my attempts at tanning."

"Sorry babe." Jake smirked just before Mister Westbrook called out the welcoming words.

"LUNCH IS READY!"

All at once, Jake, Sara, and the others ran to the picnic tables where the meal is being served.

"My, it seems that you enjoyed yourselves." Misses Meyer smiled as she notices her son and the Corellian holding hands despite being both wet.

"I sure did, ma. Not sure about Sara though."

The redhead gave her man a little love tap in response to him embarrassing her.

"Ouch! What was that for!?" Jake questioned, the Hoosier rubbing his now sore arm.

"That was for throwing me into the water." She smiled ever so sweetly. " I didn't think that your mother raised you to be such a barbarian."

"Oh? Did he now?" His father interrogated from the grill, a twinkle in his eyes as he flipped the burgers and sausages.

"DAD!"

Everyone chuckled at the Devil Dog's expense.

The people at the cookout were Jake's and Sam's families. Jake's father was in the 82nd Airborne during the Second World War and two of his uncles were in the 2nd Marine Raider Battalion under Evans Carlson. His paternal grandfather was at Belleau Wood in the 5th Marine Regiment and his maternal grandfather was in the Indian Wars and later rode alongside Theodore Roosevelt in the Rough Riders and finally served in World War I as a Sergeant in the First Infantry Division: The famed 'Big Red One'. His paternal great-grandfather was in the 32nd Indiana 'First German' Volunteer Infantry Regiment during the American Civil War.

And Jake was the latest in his family tree to fight for the United States ever since Alexander Cameron came to America after the failed Jacobite Rebellion of 1745-46 and if there was a war America fought, at least one of his grandfathers fought in the conflict ever since 1861 for his father's side and 1775 for his mother's side of the family.

Sam's family, on the other hand, had a longer history of service when his ancestor, Ronald Westbrook arrived to America aboard the Mayflower and served as a Sergeant in the colonial militia for the Massachusetts Bay Colony.

The two families continued their conversations as they reached the banquet table that had the standard brats, potato salad, coleslaw and other picnic fare. There was even cheesecake for dessert.

Walking up to the table, Sam reached for the nearest slice and attempted to grab it, but someone else had other ideas as she snatched it out of his hands.

"Excuse me Sara, but I believe that the piece you currently have is mine."

"Shut up." The Corellian smiled deviously before sticking her tongue out in an unladylike manner. Usually, the redhead wasn't this childish in her personality, but she can never get enough of this treat the Earthlings called 'cheesecake.'

"You know, back in the day..." Westbrook began. "People born on this planet with red hair could be burned for witchcraft."

"And I can shoot you from over one thousand meters with my boyfriend's rifle." Sara threatened, smiling in victory as the off-duty paratrooper started to sweat.

"You're scary. You know that?" A voice said behind her.

It was Jake and he grabbed her from behind, pulling her into a hug. The redhead beamed as the Marine glanced back to Westbrook.

"Sorry Sam, but there are three rules that I learned from her and number one on the list is to never get between her and her cheesecake." He declared to the Sergeant before pecking Sara's forehead. " Isn't that right babe?"

"Come on Man!" Samuel pouted. "She just threatened me and I thought you would back me up traitor!"

Jake shook his head as Sam stormed off with his pride hurt.

"Think you should go after him, larel?"

The Jarhead focused on his sweetheart. His one and only despite being a potential hazard to his health. "Nah." Meyer shrugged. "Besides I learned the hard way to never get between you and your slice of cheesecake."

It was worse than 'Nam itself when Jake discovered his girlfriend had developed an addiction to the creation from Heaven.

Meyer Farmhouse - Acton, Franklin Township, Marion County, Indiana, United States of America, North America, Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy

08:4:14 ATC/ August 23rd, 1967 - 08:00/8:00 AM

It has been a few days since the long drive from the United Nation's building in New York and the Hoosier was ordered to show a randomly selected Republic soldier the average life of an American but who it was in particular surprised him.

It was the same woman he saw behind the diplomat and it still surprises him that he got partnered up with the redhead.

Jake, however, didn't care why the hell Washington decided he was best for the job since he has a beautiful woman as compensation, but it annoyed the hell out of him that the Marine was given the short end of the stick.

Anyways the Devil Dog got up from his bed and shaved, brushed his teeth, and got dress before heading outside his room to make breakfast since its going to be a busy day on the farm with chores.

'Maybe I will have the last two pieces of cheesecake mom made the other day.' He smiled.

Misses Meyer made the best cheesecake in the State of Indiana and the entire local church congregation cry out in joy whenever the cheesecake is brought to the annual sunday lunch.

Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but everyone who tried the dessert falls in love with it and begs for more.

Upon reaching the kitchen, Jake saw Sara rummaging through the pantry, throwing cans and boxes out of their organized place.

"Good morning Sara."

The Corellian was startled and she turned around and blushed. "Morning Jake." The red-haired woman greeted. "Do you know where the cheesecake is?" Sara inquired sweetly.

The farmboy raised an eyebrow and glanced over the Corellian's shoulders, seeing the obvious mess she had created. It was evident that Sara was now addicted to his mother's cooking, even though he didn't think that it would be this bad.

"Yeah..." Jake sighed, knowing that he would have to pick up her mess. "It's in the fridge. I can get it..."

But before the Hoosier could finish his sentence, the red-haired woman ran to the fridge and opened it, grabbing the container holding the last two slices and closed the door to the icebox before rushing out of the room.

Jake eyes widened at the scene he just witnessed. It was like the literal 'Merry Melodies' Taz itself came to the kitchen, wreak havoc, and swipe the dessert away before he could reach for it.

"Sara!" Jake called out, running after the cheesecake addict. "At least save me a piece!"

"You have to come get it!" She declared in a sing-song tone.

'Oh? It's on now!' He thought. Luckily, his parents weren't home to see their son and the guest conducting themselves in childish behavior.

Reaching the edge of the steps, the Jarhead saw the Corellian at the top of the stairs. She was beginning to eat a piece of the dessert from heaven itself and it was obvious that the woman was teasing him, daring the Earthling to come and take it away from her.

"Sara!" Meyer ordered."I am giving you five minutes to surrender the cheesecake before I go up these steps!"

If the Corellian wanted to play games, why Jake will use his Marine Corps training to 'adapt and overcome' the opposition.

"Why should I?" She asked calmly, licking the fork. "It's delicious."

The Military Policeman growled in response and marched up the stairs, hoping to take her by surprise.

But the SpecForce soldier had other ideas and prepared to ambush him. No one is going to take this amazing treat away from her! No one!

Jake reached the top of the stairs and attempted to snatch the remaining slice off the plate, but once his hands neared the plate, Sara quickly moved it to her other side and once the Devil Dog reached for it again, she let him have his piece.

Present day...

"And it was pretty funny that I managed to spread it across your face." Sara giggled as she finished the memory at the picnic table, eating her favorite dessert.

"Yeah and immediately afterwards you started to kiss me."

"But it made you more lovable." The woman teased.

Jake knows that when Sara wants her cheesecake, she will have it one way or another.

He just hopes that it would not be the end of him if there ever was a 'Second Cheesecake War' between the lovebirds.