Disclaimer: I don't own Sea Patrol. Would be nice though. The song is 'Don't Fight It' by The Panics (awesome song and band!)
Don't Fight It… If You Don't Know What It Is
One-Shot / Song-Fic
RO/Bomber/Spider
I have no other way
There is a price to pay
For what the man will say
That I was a million miles away
In a promise full of steam
It could take no vacant dream
To persuade me to believe
It had been a month, an entire month since his drugging incident but still Robert 'RO' Dixon's mind ticked over the ordeal every time he went to sleep. Each night though becoming less and less about what had happened that day and more and more about the friendly face that had stayed in his mind that night, her voice comforting him as he tried so hard to forget. But he wouldn't forget that nightmare day in a hurry, and he tried hard not to forget her voice. When she'd joined the boat barely a month before the incident he had seen her as a bit of a loudmouth, a bit bossy and the funniest of butt's to Spider's barrage of cruel pranks. But when she'd confided in him the truth about her fear of cookers he'd felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the girl. She had trusted him with some information whereas no one else had ever done so before. So unable to see people as friends though he hadn't realised her intentions until that fateful day when she'd approached him in his cabin to get his side of the drug story. It was a side of the story that people had so far been so easy to dismiss. RO, the quiet and maybe he appeared stuck-up member of the group, so easy to dislike. They didn't need to know that the Navy was his life and he'd never do anything to jeopardise it, but when she came up to him and supported him that day he felt nothing but a feeling he'd thought was long gone, and valued the girl as a friend. But now, her friend, he couldn't get her out of his mind. The pretty girl, loud and opinionated but welcoming nonetheless, had taken control of his mind. It was like the drugs again, unable to hear or see anything but her, and he realised then that he'd fallen for his best friend. Robert Dixon, heart of ice, had fallen for Rebecca 'Bomber' Brown.
I think just don't fight it, don't fight it, don't fight it
If you don't know what it is
I left my heart in places
Forgot everyone of their faces
And tried to navigate a broken path
Of which I may have helped create
In any incident, this is never no accident
To stand alone and
Let the silence make itself at home
These days his mind was elsewhere, no longer on just work and everything else. When he awoke in the morning his thoughts were on the perfect prank to pull on Bomber, or the best thing to say to make her squirm. His head for a while had been in this mind frame and for some reason he enjoyed it. Never before had someone made him think about them to the level Billy 'Spider' Webb now spent thinking about Bomber. In the forefront of his mind was the ongoing message that it was all about having some fun and teasing the new girl, but for some reason there was a little message in the back of his head that constantly reminded him that this had gone past terrorising her a long time ago. And now it had moved on to asking him if there was some ulterior motive to why he found himself looking for her at random times of the day. And for that question he had no answer.
Ah, give it up,
Those dirty tricks
No quick fix, can undo it
Ah, give it up
I won't resist
My answers always this
Bomber was a torn creature, living and darting between the two worlds in her mind she now inhabited. One was filled with friendship, trust and support. One was filled with challenge, desire and fun. It may have seemed obvious to some which was the best choice, but there was something about Bomber that always led her to get stuck in these situations. It was like Rebecca attracted normal, but Bomber attracted weird and right now she was torn between the two. Not yet had she managed to find the answer to her predicament and now ET's quip of 'you fancy RO?' or something along those lines was playing over and over in her head. But, blurred amongst ET's line and the images of an almost smiling RO when she mentioned being his friend was those recurring images of Spider. Billy Webb truly was the most annoying man she had ever known, but there was something about him that Bomber couldn't deny feeling attracted to. And now, stuck between a rock and a hard place, she pressed her knuckle against her chin as she leant of the counter on the galley and sighed.
I say don't fight it, don't fight it,
don't fight it
If you don't know what it is
Just don't fight it, don't fight it,
don't fight it
If you don't know what it is
It was lunch time, the perfect excuse to find a terrorise Bomber. And he knew exactly where she would be. The galley, serving lunch, likely her precious Quiche. That was probably hsi best form of retort, attacking her food, a comeback that worked every time despite now becoming rather stale. And despite this she still made him help her serve lunch almost once a week, like a torture he hadn't realised was until he had answered that little question in his head. Why did he look for her? Because her prescense calmed him in a strange way, brought him back to the normal person he knew he could be. And even though she teased him back (something he found a mix of appealing and irritating) with comebacks that outsmarted him every time, he couldn't help what he was thinking. And he knew that he'd fallen for Bomber.
Where has my light gone?
Where has my fight gone?
What keeps us burning when the fire is long gone
When I can't relate
To that voice without a face
Should I be afraid or
Is it just a voice I did create?
When RO reached the galley to speak to Bomber, his only chance being in the lunch break, he found her engrossed in a verbal battle with Spider about her cooking. And was RO watched her retorts he could see the smallest hint of a smile in the corner of her mouth as she threw her superior lines back at the goofball seaman. So, no longer eager to watch this, RO made for the counter but foudn Spider in his way. Not keen to talk to him at all he just shoved the man slightly out of the way, something Spider took offence too and turned on him the grin he'd directed at Bomber now fading. And so started a verbal battle of their own, not as good natured as the one he'd just been watching, and now Spider didn't hold back like he had with Bomber. And as RO spoke he regretted every word he said as the grin slipped from Bomber's face as she watched the two. And RO knew then that in this situation he would never win. But that didn't mean he would give up. The thought of giving up on Bomber seemed impossible to even comprehend.
Ah, give it up,
Those dirty tricks
No quick fix, can undo it
Ah, give it up
I won't resist
My answers always this
Bomber just stood at the counter and watched the pair of them pretty much growl each other down like a pair of animals fighting over a bone. It was ugly but at the same time somewhat enthralling. Like a car wreck she could only stand and be amazed by the sight and realization before her. She loved them both. In their own messed up ways they were the perfect men for her. RO appealed to Rebecca, the side who wanted safety and security, and Spider was perfect for Bomber with his challenging nature and desire for fun. And so, knowing this saga wouldn't resolve itself any time soon Bomber just stood back and watched it all. A car wreck so be it, but in the end the one who payed the insurance was the one who would lose.
I say don't fight it, don't fight it, don't fight it
If you don't know what it is
Just don't fight it, don't fight it, don't fight it
If you don't know what it is
Three people, very different, all knew then what they hadn't known before. They didn't know a thing about this feeling at all...