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Chapter 5

Hawke sat quietly at the desk in the hangar while Dom paced back and forth anxiously. "String, you really think the kid will show up here?" he asked. "I don't get the sudden change in decision. You don't think we should be out looking?"

Hawke shook his head. "Nope. He's already here," He said smugly.

"What? Where?" Dom asked confused. "How do you know he's here?"

"I saw him sneak into the back office when we got here." He replied.

"Then what the hell are we doing sitting here?" Dom asked exuberantly.

Hawke smiled. "Give it a minute," he said confidently.

A few minutes later the two watched as the door opened slowly and the boy walked out. He was fairly tall for twelve years old and had short brown hair and blue eyes. His face was covered in freckles and Hawke couldn't help but notice that he had Caitlin's lips.

"You lost?" Dom asked him sarcastically. "What are you doing back there?"

The boy stared at them. "I was looking for my mother," he replied while continuing to stare at the two men nervously. "I was told she works here and I saw a picture of her back there."

"And you are?" Dom asked.

The boy looked unsure about answering but knowing he had the right hangar he spoke up. "I'm Cameron," he replied. "My mother's name is Caitlin. I know she works here."

"She does," Hawke replied.

"Where is she?" he asked while coming closer to the men. "Is she here?"

"You know a lot of people are looking for you," Hawke replied. "We need to let them know you're okay."

"I just want to see my mother," he urged. "Please, where is she?"

"We'll take you to her, don't worry," Dom replied. "But we still need to let your grandparents know that you made it here safely."

"I don't want to talk to them," he yelled. "They didn't want me to come. They don't understand."

"They just love you," Hawke replied. "I'm sure you know that."

The boy shook his head. "Yes, I know," he replied. "I do love them too but I want my mother, my real mother.

"It's okay," Hawke assured him. "We're not sending you back. Come and sit down for a minute."

The boy hesitantly joined Hawke and sat down in a chair by the desk.

"My name is Stringfellow Hawke," he told him. "This is Dominick Santini. But you can call us Hawke and Dom. We're good friends of your mom's."

The boy looked at Hawke and suddenly smiled. "Wow, you must have some cool parents to give you a name like that," he replied.

Hawke laughed. "Yeah, I guess they were. What about you? I know Caitlin is your birth mother but what about your real dad?" Hawke probed.

"Oh, I don't know anything about him," Cameron replied with a sigh. "No one seems to. He's some mystery. But I'm hoping that my mother can tell me about him."

Dom stared at Hawke. "I'll go and call Michael," he replied. "I think you should explain what's going on to him."

Hawke sighed. "Okay," he replied.

Cameron began to fidget slightly in his seat. "What did he mean by explaining what's going on?" he asked.

"I'm afraid your mom is in the hospital," Hawke told him softly. "She was in a car accident."

"No!" Cameron yelled. "Not her too! Please tell me she isn't going to die too. I can't lose her now. Why does everyone I love want to leave me?"

Cameron began to sob softly. Hawke stood up and put his arm around his shoulders and gave him a light squeeze.

"I know how you feel," he replied. "But she's not dead and she's getting stronger."

"How could you possible know how I feel?" Cameron asked sarcastically.

"I lost my parents when I was young too," Hawke replied. "I've had more than my share of losses. But Caitlin isn't one of them. I'm not giving up on her."

"I want to see her," Cameron insisted. "Please take me to her."

Hawke squeezed his shoulders again. "We are, I promise," he replied. "But I'd like to know how you made it all the way out here from Texas first."

Cameron wiped the tears from his face before responding. "I'm friends with a lot of pilots," he admitted. "My adopted dad loved airplanes because his dad was a military pilot. We spent a lot of time around hangars. I lucked out and one of our old friends had a private flight booked out here so he agreed to take me along. He felt bad for me because he really liked my dad."

"Well, I'm glad you made it here safely," Hawke admitted. "But you should have at least left your grandparents a note letting them know your plans."

"They would have tried to stop me," Cameron complained.

"I understand," Hawke replied. "But what you did was still wrong."

Dom came out of the back room holding the keys to his Jeep. "Ready to go?" he asked. "Michael is on the way back to the hospital now. He said he'd meet us there."

"I'm not going back to Texas," Cameron replied loudly. "I'm not!"

"Calm down," Hawke told him. "No one said you were. This is just a friend of ours and he's just looking out for your mother."

"Oh," Cameron replied softly. "Then please, let's go. I really need to see her."

As the three headed to the Jeep, Dom looked at Hawke and smiled. "You know, he really reminds me a lot of you at that age," he told him.