Moffitt stared thoughtfully at Troy. "You really think I should talk to her now? Maybe I can wait until tomorrow? Let her cool down a bit." He shuffled nervously and bit his lip.
Troy stared at Moffitt in disbelief. "You're a coward," he spat.
"I'm what?" Moffitt's face darkened. He laughed bitterly. "Would you like to repeat that?"
"With pleasure. You are a coward." Troy drew out the words. "Can't you see how much she's hurting? Go to her now. Don't let your pride prevent you from admitting your mistakes."
Moffitt sighed. "I suppose you're right." He turned and left the room. He ran to Christina's room. As he was about to knock, his courage left him. He stared aimlessly at her door. "Come on," he told himself, "just do it." He knocked.
"Who is it?"
Moffitt recognized Helen, Christina's roommate.
"It's Jack," replied, "May I come in?" He heard a rustle and voices speaking in a whisper.
"Oh, no. Make him go away." He could barely make out Christina's voice. His heart sank at her words.
"What should I tell him?" asked Helen.
"I don't know," she whispered back fiercely. "Just make him leave. I can't talk to him right now?"
Helen's worried voice came floating back to Moffitt. "Maybe you should talk to him. See what he has to say."
Moffitt couldn't take it anymore. "I can hear you."
Helen gasped and reluctantly opened the door. The tall Englishman ducked to enter. Christina lay on her bed, curled up, her back toward him. Moffitt approached cautiously.
"Christina? Christina, I'm very sorry. Can we talk about it? Will you please forgive me? Would you look at me please? I don't enjoy talking to your back." She didn't move. Moffitt ran a hand through his hair in frustration. This was a hundred times harder than he thought it would be. "Please, Christina? I can't see your beautiful brown eyes unless you're facing me." At those words she rolled over and sat up. Ah, that did it. Moffitt smiled to himself. "Thank you, Christina. That's a girl." He wasn't prepared for the hard slap he received. His head rolled back. Moffitt rubbed his cheek and grimaced. "What was that for?"
I am back! Yay! I hope to finish this story soon. Thank you to all who waited patiently and sent me notes of encouragement. I took a hiatus for about seven or eight months. Every time I would try to write, nothing would come out. After this story, I do not plan to write anymore Rat Patrol. As much as I love it, I cannot seem to write it as well as I would like. Therefore, I will be turning my efforts to other fandoms. Mainly, Hogan's Heroes and perhaps Phantom of the Opera. I don't know, we shall see. I appreciate all the reviews and constructive criticism I have received from this fandom. I'd appreciate of you would check out my other work. No pressure, though. :)