TITLE: Choices – Chapter 7
AUTHOR: Alison Hart Burnett (B)
PAIRING: Wait and see.
SUMMARY: It would give to much away.
RATING: PG-13 for now. Could change later.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own anyone in this story but Paul and his father. Don't sue cause I don't have anything.
Lady Jaye decided to return to the base later that day. She checked out and bid a friendly farewell to the Connors, and drove the 75 miles back to base, returning about six hours after Flint had returned. Upon her arrival, she went to Flint's quarters, but found his place empty; hence, she returned to her place, hoping Scarlett was there so they could talk. She, however, was unlucky in that search as well. She dropped off her bags and went to the Command Center. "Hey guys, what's up?" she asked cheerfully as she entered. She failed to notice Paul standing there in his flight suit.
"Allie," Paul said as he approached her, intent on placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. He gave her a hard look when she backed away from him. "Flint's Tomahawk went down somewhere over the White Mountains. I'm getting ready to go up with some of your team to help look for him." His voice was compassionate to those around him, but to her, it was cold and bitter.
Jaye turned to Hawk. "Is it true?" She couldn't hide the desperation in her voice.
Hawk nodded.
"Then, I want to go up and look too." Jaye turned intending to go back to her quarters and changing into her uniform.
Paul grabbed her shoulder. "No!" he snarled but then quickly caught himself and forced his voice to become softer. "You need to stay here and monitor the communications board in case he radios in. He'll need to hear your voice," he stated with fake sincerity.
"He's right, Jaye," Hawk added as he stepped in front of Paul, causing his hand to go off her shoulder. "I need you here. Let the others go find Flint and Wild Bill. I'll make sure that you are the first to know anything."
"Yes, Sir," Jaye said as she looked down at her feet dejectedly.
"Alright men, let's go," Hawk ordered as the three teams left.
OVER THE WHITE MOUNTAINS
Flint and Wild Bill lay in the wreckage of the crashed Tomahawk. They were both unconscious so they did not hear the sounds of the chopper blades overhead.
Lift Ticket was piloting the Tomahawk while Lt. Paul Burnett was searching the ground below with his binoculars, thinking to himself, 'If we don't find him then he'll be out of the way, and Allie will come back to me with open arms.' He was brought back from his thoughts when a reflection of light caught his attention. He looked over in that direction and saw the crashed Tomahawk but chose to remain quiet. Their flight back to base was made in complete silence.
AUTHOR: Alison Hart Burnett (B)
PAIRING: Wait and see.
SUMMARY: It would give to much away.
RATING: PG-13 for now. Could change later.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own anyone in this story but Paul and his father. Don't sue cause I don't have anything.
Lady Jaye decided to return to the base later that day. She checked out and bid a friendly farewell to the Connors, and drove the 75 miles back to base, returning about six hours after Flint had returned. Upon her arrival, she went to Flint's quarters, but found his place empty; hence, she returned to her place, hoping Scarlett was there so they could talk. She, however, was unlucky in that search as well. She dropped off her bags and went to the Command Center. "Hey guys, what's up?" she asked cheerfully as she entered. She failed to notice Paul standing there in his flight suit.
"Allie," Paul said as he approached her, intent on placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. He gave her a hard look when she backed away from him. "Flint's Tomahawk went down somewhere over the White Mountains. I'm getting ready to go up with some of your team to help look for him." His voice was compassionate to those around him, but to her, it was cold and bitter.
Jaye turned to Hawk. "Is it true?" She couldn't hide the desperation in her voice.
Hawk nodded.
"Then, I want to go up and look too." Jaye turned intending to go back to her quarters and changing into her uniform.
Paul grabbed her shoulder. "No!" he snarled but then quickly caught himself and forced his voice to become softer. "You need to stay here and monitor the communications board in case he radios in. He'll need to hear your voice," he stated with fake sincerity.
"He's right, Jaye," Hawk added as he stepped in front of Paul, causing his hand to go off her shoulder. "I need you here. Let the others go find Flint and Wild Bill. I'll make sure that you are the first to know anything."
"Yes, Sir," Jaye said as she looked down at her feet dejectedly.
"Alright men, let's go," Hawk ordered as the three teams left.
OVER THE WHITE MOUNTAINS
Flint and Wild Bill lay in the wreckage of the crashed Tomahawk. They were both unconscious so they did not hear the sounds of the chopper blades overhead.
Lift Ticket was piloting the Tomahawk while Lt. Paul Burnett was searching the ground below with his binoculars, thinking to himself, 'If we don't find him then he'll be out of the way, and Allie will come back to me with open arms.' He was brought back from his thoughts when a reflection of light caught his attention. He looked over in that direction and saw the crashed Tomahawk but chose to remain quiet. Their flight back to base was made in complete silence.