FYI: In Top Gun, the pilots have those cool nicknames. So do my character's.

Arizona P. Mitchell: Arthur (as in King Arthur)

Doug: Guru (as in the Love Guru).

Also, there are some terms that fighter pilots use so I don't know if I'm using them right or not. Those are my mistakes.

I wrote this two years ago - had to tweak it here and there.

I own absolutly nothing except for my own imagination.

Cheers!

Angels will Fall

Present Day

"Don't blame me, man. You were supposed to be my wingman that night," the pilot said teasingly. She was no rookie to the skies but at 32 years of age, she was still the youngest in her squad and the youngest to reach Captain. But she worked damn hard to earn both the respect and position.

"Ok, Ok. I get it. But come on! You gotta give me something! I had the Booty shift!" The voice on the other end begged. Smiling into her face mask, Arizona just shook her head. Sighing, Arizona gave in a little.

"She was nice. But no go."

"Nothing? Are you sure?"

Chuckling, Arizona rolled her eyes at her brother in-law. "Yeah, nothing. I know you mean well but I'm just not interested." Doug, her wingman, and brother in-law sighed softly.

"It's been two years Ari," Doug said gently. Arizona was quiet. She had been married to Doug's baby sister, Helen. She had been killed in a head on collision leaving Arizona devastated.

Arizona rubbed her tired eyes.

"I know. I can't ok. I just…I can't," Arizona begged softly.

"Can't or Won't?"

Arizona was saved from replying when a voice interrupted them.

"Ahem. Can you two cut the chit chat?"

"Sorry Big Bird. Our eyes are on the skies," Arizona replied playfully. She was grateful for the interruption. Doug on the other hand thought otherwise.

"Don't think this conversation is over, Arthur."

"Wouldn't dream of it Guru," she said softly. Then turning her attention to the air controller, "Big Bird, Guru and myself are gonna test out the mach on this baby."

"Copy that Arthur. What is your altitude?" Arizona took a quick glance at the controls.

"We are Angles 12, Big Bird. Are we clear to go?"

"All's a go," Big Bird confirmed. Smiling, Arizona turned and gave a thumbs up to her wingman.

"Ok Guru. Ready to get your tail whipped?"

Doug nodded and threw Arizona a playful salute.

"Don't think I'm gonna go easy on you just 'cus you're my in-law."

Arizona laughed. "Arthur going mach, mach." With that Arizona flipped a few switches and pushed her stick forward and was pushed back slightly as her F-16 took off. Doug did the same and was immediately behind Arizona.

"WoooHooo!" Doug hollered. Arizona laughed.

"YEEEHAAW!"

"Is that all you got Arthur?" Doug taunted teasingly as he was once again flying next to Arizona. Laughing, Arizona threw him a wink.

"Honey, you haven't seen nothing yet!" And in a flash Arizona was off. Laughing along, Dong did his best to keep up. They flew up, down, sideways and around each other.

"Crap. Where the hell are we?" Doug asked when they finally settled down. Arizona looked around and didn't see any familiar markings. All she could see was blue ocean beneath them.

"Christ! We went too far. We gotta get back," Arizona said calmly.

"Roger that. But…uh…which direction?"

Arizona was about to give a snappy reply when she saw something fly above her.

"What the hell was that?" She strained to see what it was.

"What! What was what?" Doug was scanning the skies above him.

"I dunno! I saw something whiz by me a sec-," Arizona was interrupted when she saw the object fly over her again. "Shit! There it is!"

Doug caught a glimpse of it as it flew by. His eyes widened at how fast it going. "What the hell is that!" Doug cried out frantically. He was attaching his mouth piece as he said it. Arizona had done the same and was now radioing command.

"I have no idea man. Big Bird, we have a bogey sighting. Engage?" Silence. "Big Bird do you copy?" Again silence. "Damn it! Guru, try your radio. I can't get anyone on it."

Doug did as he was told and came to the same conclusion. "Shit! We're sitting ducks! We gotta get outta here now!"

"Roger that. Let's roll! GO! GO! GO!"

The two flew back in the direction that they presumably came from, both trying to get a signal. "I'm getting no joy!" Arizona frantically tried various switches and channels.

"My radio's gone tit's up! We are so screwed!"

"Don't worry! Let's just keep going!" As they flew they saw a dark object up ahead.

"Bogey 10 o'clock!" Doug banked right as he barely missed the flying object.

"DOUG!" Arizona screamed as she watched his jet roll a few times to avoid being hit.

"I'm good Arthur. No harm done."

"That's it! Shoot down that damn bandit!" Arizona demanded as she went full mach.

"STAND DOWN! STAND DOWN!" Came the order.

"Where the hell have you been?" Arizona demanded. She was breathing heavily as she throttled back.

"Trying to get through to you. What the hell just happened?" Big Bird asked.

"We could ask you the same thing," Doug replied angrily.

"Doug, what in the hell are you talking about? You two went silent for a while. All we got was static. We didn't know what the hell was going on."

Arizona looked confused and glanced over at Doug who shrugged.

"We were about to head back when we were intercepted by…something," Arizona said warily.

"We didn't pick up anything unusual. Are you sure?"

"Well it did almost run me over Stewart," Doug replied sarcastically.

Arizona and Stewart were saved from replying when Doug saw it coming back.

"Bogey 1 o'clock!" Arizona saw it as well and banked to the left. Doug banked to the right as they both rolled to get out of the way.

"I'm still getting nothing on the radar!" Stewart cried out.

"Then get those damn coneheads to fix the damn thing!"

For the next few minutes Doug and Arizona engaged the mysterious enemy. After a moment neither pilots could see it.

"See anything?" Doug asked softly.

"No joy. Let's punch out before it com-," before Arizona could finish it came back full force.

"Jesus Christ!" Doug did a bat-turn in order to get behind it and begun shooting.

"Judy, Judy. I'm going in for the Guns," Arizona informed command station. It was a cat and mouse game and both Doug and Arizona were the unwilling participants. The two went farther then before. Then their radar began to malfunction.

"I'm blind! I'm blind! Where are you Guru?" Arizona asked. There was no reply. She swung around and looked out her cockpit and saw that she was alone. She had no time to dwell on it because out of the corner of her eye, she saw it coming back.

Arizona opened fire as she took chase. With out her radar, she was flying blind. She got in a few clean shots and just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, it did.

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"Mother, I'm not a child anymore. Just hear me out," Diana pleaded.

Hippolyta just sighed. She loved her only daughter dearly but sometimes Diana was too stubborn for her own good.

"Diana, please. I can not allow you to do that," Hippolyta said calmly. Diana was saved from replying when Philippus walked into the room.

"Let me guess, you don't want me to go either?" Diana asked sarcastically. Philippus was like a second mother – doting on her every whim. When her own mother was unavailable – emotionally and physically at times, Philippus took it upon herself to be there for the young Amazon. Philippus seemed to understand Diana and her needs much more then her own mother did.

Philippus smiled warmly. She placed her hands on Diana's shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"We only want to keep you safe," Philippus replied diplomatically. Rolling her eyes, Diana just gave her a crooked smile.

"Ever the tactician."

Philippus chuckled.

"Yes. When it involves the two of you, I have to tread very carefully." Diana laughed at that. She truly enjoyed the company of Philippus. She was smart, beautiful, funny, and fiercely loyal to her mother and a true diplomat. She has been by her mother's side since the beginning of time and Diana often wondered if her mother felt something more for the General of the Royal Guard.

She would make mother so happy, Diana thought. Then turning to her mother she once again tried convincing her mother to let her travel to man's world.

"Diana," Hippolyta said exasperated. She was slowly losing her patience. Philippus quickly spoke up before it turned into an ugly argument.

"My Queen, may I have a word with you?"

Hippolyta immediately saw what Philippus was doing and sighed heavily.

"Very well," she replied wearily. Then turning to her daughter, Hippolyta smiled softly. "We will discuss this later." With that, Hippolyta turned on her heel and left the room. Philippus glanced at Diana and gave the young warrior's shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"Patience, Diana," Philippus said gently then she quickly turned and followed her Queen.

Sighing heavily, Diana slumped her shoulders in defeat.

I'm not a child mother, Diana thought miserably. She made her way to the balcony, closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Opening her eyes Diana looked up to the beautiful sky and smiled. She loved it here but sometimes she wished she were someplace else.

A glint of light caught her attention. It was falling towards the beach. She noticed that there was a trail of black smoke coming from the object. Then there was a loud explosion.

"What the…?"

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"What do you mean she's gone?" Doug screamed into his mouth piece. One second Arizona was flying right in front of him, and then in a flash, she was gone.

"I got nothing! We're not picking up any signal from her plane."

"Stewart! I swear if you're screwing with me-," Doug was in no mood to play.

"Jesus Christ man! Calm down! Are you sure she didn't hit something?" Stewart asked uneasily.

Sighing, Doug closed his eyes for a moment. First his sister and now Ari? God no…please, let her be alright, Doug thought sadly.

"Doug?"

"No. She didn't hit anything. Unless, she was the one hit…"

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Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Arizona was using all her strength to pull her jet up. She was pretty sure that she didn't get hit by anything. But then again she could be wrong since she is after all, spiralling to her death.

"Come on! Come on! Up damn it! Get up!" She demanded threw clenched teeth. The machines surrounding her all beeped and gave off warnings; warnings Arizona already knew.

"SYSTEM FAILER. SYSTEM FAILURE" The machines repeated over and over. Arizona growled in frustration and punched it quiet.

"Damn it!" She shook out her hand in pain but quickly grabbed the joystick once more and pulled back. She was quickly seeing the grains of sand as it rapidly approached.

Seeing no choice, Arizona hit the EJECT button. Nothing happened. Hitting the button harder, still nothing happened. Are you kidding me! Arizona thought in frustration.

"God help me," she begged quietly. Then hitting the EJECT button one more time, she was forcefully expelled from the plane.

Arizona was jostled left to right as the wind carried her higher and higher up into the sky. The wind kicked up just enough to send Arizona forward. She watched as half of her plane fell below her, the tail caught fire as did the turbine and suddenly burst into flames.

With in seconds the plane exploded in every direction causing Arizona to swing to the left to avoid getting hit by flying debris. As she did this, she barely missed getting hit and burnt by the nozzle. She glanced at it as it flew past her.

She didn't see her wing break away and shoot up. Arizona, at the last second, saw it out of the corner of her eye and tried to swing out of the way. The wing whooshed by her and up through her parachute, creating a gigantic hole. In an instant, Arizona was falling faster then before.

As she fell, more pieces of her plane zoomed by her, a few hitting her and the parachute. She was frantically looking for a way to unbuckle her harness when a large piece of metal spun towards her. Arizona swayed from either side, desperately trying to avoid it. A split second later, a sharp excruciating pain went through her. She looked down and saw that it was lodged into her upper thigh.

Screaming in agony, Arizona clawed at the harness once more. Her thigh felt like it was on fire, and still she was descending faster and faster. By now Arizona was breathing rapidly in fear and panic. She looked around her and saw that the ground was getting closer and closer.

Arizona shut her eyes and braced herself for impact.

She landed with such force the ground beneath her shook slightly. Arizona opened her eyes and ripped away her mask. Next she desperately yanked at her harness. When she was finally free, she ripped off her helmet and painfully crawled out of her seat.

Screaming in pain, Arizona grabbed her injured thigh and ripped out the foreign object, biting back the scream. Shutting her eyes, she waited until the nausea faded before she gradually sat up. Pieces of her plane continued to rain down on her. Arizona knew she couldn't stay in one place, she had to find help. Getting up very slowly, whimpering and groaning in pain as she went, she was able to finally stand on shaky legs.

She took in her surroundings then looked at the wreckage that was once her plane. It was still on fire as she heard several pops and smaller explosions coming from the pile. She carefully turned around and was greeted by a group of very angry and very armed…soldiers? Arizona could feel herself swaying slightly, her head spinning. Slowly lifting her hands in the air in surrender, Arizona touched the side of her head and felt wetness there. Looking at her hand, she saw red. Her vision became blurred.

"WHO ARE YOU!" Demanded one of the guards. Blinking a few times, Arizona desperately tried to form words but was having a difficult time. The blonde stepped forward, sword in hand.

"I ASKED, WHO ARE YOU?"

Breathing heavily and barely able to stand due to the massive blood loss and pain shooting through her, Arizona did her best to form a cohesive sentence.

"Cap…tain Arizona P. Mitc…hell of the…U…nited…Sta-" Arizona stuttered then trailed off as she felt the ground disappear from underneath her. Her world was spinning as she felt her legs finally buckle. She vaguely heard voices calling out to her as she fell to the ground before darkness engulfed her.

Artemis' eyes widened as she watched the young woman's eyes roll to the back of her head and collapsed. Rushing forward Artemis quickly examined her.

"Go fetch the healer! Quickly! You, get Philippus! NOW!" Artemis ordered. Two guards hurried away as the other's watched. Artemis watched as blood slowly stained the woman's uniform and was touched with concern and sympathy for this stranger. Inhaling sharply and giving her head a shake, Artemis stood.

"Watch over her. I'll go and check the wreckage." Not waiting for a reply, Artemis marched over to the pile of scrap metal and did her best to examine the area without getting burned.

Glancing back, she sighed. Who are you?

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Phoebe ran as fast as she could. Running up the steps to the palace, she fell to one knee as she saw her Queen emerge with Philippus right behind her.

"My Queen," she said breathlessly.

"What's happened?" Hippolyte asked.

"Something fell from the skies."

"Was anyone hurt?" This time it was Philippus that asked. She was already moving towards the beach.

"No. But…," Phoebe paused a moment. Both Philippus and Hippolyte looked expectantly at her.

"What is it, sister?" Hippolyte asked gently.

"A strange woman. She is badly hurt. Artemis is with her now. Eurybe went to get Epione."

"The healer? How hurt is this stranger?" The Queen asked, concern etching her face.

Phoebe just shook her head, "I'm not sure. She collapsed before she was able to finish telling us." Nodding, Hippolyte made her way down the steps gesturing to Phoebe to follow.

"Uh, my Queen?"

"Yes Philippus?" Hippolyte replied knowingly. She continued down the steps, a smirk on her face. Philippus just sighed and shook her head.

"Never mind," she mumbled quietly and followed the two women.

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Epione examined the stranger carefully. Shaking her head, she pulled back slightly and looked up at Artemis.

"I can feel her ribs. A few of them are broken. I can't do much more out here. We have to bring her back-"

"No." Artemis crossed her arms over her chest.

"Artemis! She could die! You called me here for a reason, now let me help her!" When Artemis made no attempt to help, Epione stood and placed her hands on her hips.

"You 'fetched' for me! So I am here, what was it you expected me to do? She is bleeding everywhere! I need your help, Artemis!"

Artemis was about to give a snappy reply when she saw Philippus, Phoebe and Hipplyte running towards them. Standing slightly straighter, Artemis bowed to her Queen.

"That's enough Artemis. Tell me what has happened," Hippolyte asked quietly. Epione bent once more and concentrated on the young stranger.

"I was making my rounds when I noticed this…plane falling from the sky. I ran towards it. When I got closer, I heard several explosions." Hippolyte just nodded. Philippus knelt by the injured woman.

"Why hasn't she been taken?" She asked no one in particular but glared pointedly at Artemis. The other woman cleared her throat as she squirmed under the intense stare.

"I didn't think it wise-"

"What did you think would happen Artemis? She was going to bleed you to death?" Philippus said angrily. Artemis opened her mouth to fight back but Hippolyte interrupted.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" She said sharply. Then turning to Epione, she knelt down gracefully and gently placed a hand on the healer's shoulder.

"Take her now. Make sure she is well taken care of. She can not answer our questions if she is dead."

Epione nodded and motioned for two of the guards to help her lift the injured woman.

"Careful now. Watch her head," the healer gently ordered. At last they were on their way.

Hippolyte watched them go for a moment before turning back to her two guards. Philippus stood at attention while Artemis had her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face.

Sighing, Hippolyte just shook her head as she looked at the others.

"Alright. Someone care to enlighten me?"

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Machines beeped as they scanned, monitored and took readings of the woman. Epione stared gently at her patient. For some odd reason, she felt a greater need to watch over her. She feels so familiar, she thought. Hearing footsteps behind her, Epione turned and came face to face with a winded Diana.

"Princess! What on earth-"

Waving off the question, Diana panted as she tried to catch her breath. Gesturing to the injured stranger, Diana made her way closer to the bed.

"What happened? Who is she?" Diana asked rapidly. Chuckling, Epione held up a hand to stop the flow of questions.

"I don't know, Diana. She passed out before she could give us more then just her name."

"You have a name?" Nodding, Epione just watched Diana closely. Sighing, Diana pursed her lips together.

"Well, what is it?" Diana asked, almost impatiently. Epione smiled slightly at her friend. This was about as much excitement Diana would get on the island.

"Captain Arizona P. Mitchell."

"Captain?" Diana looked down at the young woman slightly surprised.

Epione laughed and nodded.

"Yes, she does look very young. But then again, I am almost 3,000 years old so everything is young to me," Epione said with a chuckle. Diana smiled gently at her.

"Will you let me know when she-"

"Diana!"

Both women jumped at the sharp tone Hippolyta's voice took. Sighing softly, Diana turned slowly and faced her mother. And as always, Philippus was by her mother's side.

"My Queen," Epione stuttered as she bowed slightly. Hippolyta ignored her as she made her way over to the bed.

"What are you doing my daughter?" Hippolyta stared curiously at Diana. Shrugging, Diana glanced at the woman lying on the bed.

"I just wanted to see what the fuss was about." Not totally convinced, Hippolyta just nodded. Sensing the tension in the room Philippus cleared her throat. All eyes turned on her and waited.

"Maybe we should continue this conversation elsewhere. I don't think she," Philippus gestured to the injured woman, "will be going anywhere."

Hippolyta and Diana shared a knowing glance before Hippolyta sighed in surrender.

"Yes, that would be best. Epione, please inform us if and when she awakens." The healer nodded and went back to checking the monitors. Hippolyta then gestured for Diana to follow. Sighing heavily, Diana trudged behind her mother.

"Yes mother," she grumbled softly. Philippus was close enough to hear it and raised an eyebrow in Diana's direction. Diana's shoulders slumped further when she realized she had been caught. Grumbling to herself, she followed silently.

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"Tell me again how that could have possibly happened?" Hippolyta asked. She was an intelligent woman but at the moment she felt as if she was slowly losing her mind. Looking nervously at Artemis, Phoebe cleared her throat and spoke timidly.

"The barrier around the island might be…weakening. I'm still not sure how that's happening but I'm guessing that is how Captain Mitchell found her way here." Hippolyta thought for a moment then nodded slowly.

"Thank you Phoebe. You may go," then turning to Philippus she gave her a worried look. Philippus understood it and took her Queen's hand and squeezed it in silent support. Artemis felt out of place as she watched the two share a private moment. Diana smirked as she noticed Artemis's discomfort and raised an eyebrow in her direction.

Artemis blushed and cleared her throat.

"Your majesty, if you don't mind I'd like to go back and examine-"

"Take Io with you. She may find something that might help," Hippolyta said with out taking her eyes off of Philippus, their fingers still joined.

"But-" again Artemis was interrupted by a silent glare from Philippus, "Yes my Queen". Biting her tongue, Artemis bowed and left.

"Be nice Philippus," Hippolyta said teasingly. She knew that Philippus was slow to anger and had much more patience with those around her then most people did. But when someone could get under her skin the way Artemis did, it was a sight to see.

"That was 'nice'," Philippus replied with her dry sense of humour. Hippolyta laughed softly. Looking around she noticed that her daughter was no where to be found. Sighing loudly, Hippolyta just shook her head.

"That daughter of mine will be the death of me, Philippus," Hippolyta said as she began to wander through her palace looking for Diana. As always, Philippus was right behind her.

"As I recall, she got that wild streak from you," the General stated with a smile. Hippolyta stopped and raised an eyebrow. She was saved a reply when she noticed Philippus staring at something up ahead.

Hippolyta turned and saw that her daughter stood in front of the magical sphere.

Heading towards Diana, Philippus and Hippolyta walked quickly to her.

"Honestly Diana, you need to stop wandering-"

"I think I know what happened," Diana said without looking at her mother. She waved a hand in front of the sphere and it begun to replay the scene.

As all three stared, they realized that their troubles just got worse.

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"Do you have to stand over my shoulder?" Io asked irritably. She was getting annoyed at the woman that dragged her out of her hut. She still didn't understand what the Queen thought she could be of use.

"Yes!" Answered an aggravated Artemis. She stood a few feet away, arms crossed with a scowl painted on her face.

Inhaling deeply to keep herself calm, Io ignored the looming figure above her. As she took a look inside, she noticed that several panels were melted in one particular pattern. Strange, she thought.

Io got up and nearly knocked over Artemis. She heard the shorter woman growl and Io smirked. Wandering over to the underbelly of the jet her eyes widened. There were 3 jagged marks, they looked like claw marks but they were much bigger, more frightening. The metal of the plane was twisted as if something had tried to rip apart the jet.

"Great Gea," Io whispered. Artemis was by her side in a flash. Her eyes widened as well.

"What made those?"

Both women looked at each other; their minds racing. And for the first time, Artemis felt fear.