Happy Thanksgiving. Stories swirl around in my head, but real life keeps getting in the way. So from my poll a handful of you are still reading. So I guess I should write once in awhile.

This takes place sometime in season 1. This is about Wade and Beasly and Thanksgiving. Wade and Beasly are not a couple! They are just good partners and friends. Not every friendship needs to be romantic.

I do not own.

"When are you leaving?" Wade asked Beasly.

Beasly looked at the clock. " In a few more hours." He grinned.

"Tell your mama I said hi." Wade said.

"Will do." Beasly nodded. "You know Captain says you can have Thanksgiving off since you already worked through all the other holidays."

Wade shrugged. "I got no family." She said off-handedly. "Besides the cafeteria does a mean turkey roulade."

"Hmph, that's nothing compared to mama's garlic herb butter turkey with the fixings." Beasly snorted.

"Go have an extra helping for me." Wade laughed.

"Or you can come with and try it yourself." Beasly pointed out.

"Are you inviting me to your house?" She asked incredulously.

"I'm inviting you to the best Thanksgiving meal you've ever had in your life." Beasly boasted.

Before Wade could answer, the alarm went off. Wade and Beasly looked at each other for a second before bolting out the door.

"What are you doing?" Wade asked as she jogged to keep up with Beasly. "You have to go in a few hours."

"I'm just going to check in with Captain Calan." Beasly said. "See what's going on." Wade frowned but said nothing. Rounding the corner, they arrived at the main conference room.

When they walked in, Calan was pointing at a 3D hologram map.

"They have taken over a key base and are moving toward the next target…" Calan's voice was tight.

Wade leaned over to the nearest agent. "Van Kleiss?" She whispered.

"Who else?" The man turned around with a scowl. Wade recognized Nyquist. "Stinkin' EVO can't even let us have one day off."

Wade glanced at Beasly. His face was unreadable. Wade touched his arm. "Hey, it's okay. We can take care of this."

Beasly turned to look at her. He gave a half smile. "You heard Calan. The forces on the ground have been decimated. It means all hands on deck."

Although he tried to sound nonchalant, she knew he was disappointed.

"We'll take them out quick and get you on that plane back home. You won't miss your mama's turkey." She said.

"Sure." He didn't sound convinced.

"Move out." Calan ordered.

Everyone saluted and left.

0o0

Wade sat in pilot's seat in the fighter jet. From the peripheral she could see Beasly staring unseeingly at the monitor. Suddenly, he straightened up.

"There." He pointed at a column of smoke in the distance.

"I see it." Wade said her muscles tensing. "Time to man the guns."

Beasly pressed some buttons on the console. The guns in the front came to life.

Wade squinted. She saw some dark spots the size of sesame seeds appear in the distance. The spots grew larger and larger.

Wade cursed. "Swarmers!"

Beasly began shooting. The jets around her also opened fired. For every insect that was taken out two more took it's place.

"There's too many of them." Beasly said.

Wade gritted her teeth and braced herself as the first swarmer slammed into the jet. It immediately cracked the hatch. More and more swarmers began slamming into the jet. Beasly never stopped shooting but the swarmers overwhelmed them.

The alarm sounded as the red emergency lights went on.

"We're going down." Wade stated the obvious. She struggled with the controls to keep them up but the engines stopped responding.

"We need to punch out!" Beasly cried.

"Can't." Wade couldn't believe she was so calm. "There's too many swarmers out there. We'd be pizza if we eject."

Beasly looked out to see the sky darkened with EVO insects and knew she was right.

"It's been an honor." He said to Wade.

"Same." She said simply.

The jet was now plummeting to the ground. Wade closed her eyes as the ground rushed to meet them. Then the jet unexpectedly jerked to a stop. Wade's eyes snapped open.

"What happened?" She blurted out. Beasly looked at the monitor.

"It's Rex!" He gaped.

Sure enough, Rex with his turbines which he ridiculously called the Boogie Pack was holding the tail. He was straining but managed to right the jet. When they were close enough to the ground, Rex dropped them. The slid roughly several feet before stopping. Wade popped open the hatch and looked up. Rex was desperately saving as many jets as he could handle. Unfortunately, a several fell to the ground in a massive fireball. Wade winced.

"All available agents, if you are able advanced to the frontline. Meet the tanks already there." The order sounded in her ear from her communicator.

Beasly already had the large hand cannon called the boiler in his hand. He offered it to her and she accepted. He pulled another one out.

"Ready?" He asked.

"I'm already there." Wade started sprinting toward the tanks. When she saw an EVO slip past the tank, she opened fire. The EVO was blown away but more started slipping through. She saw several more soldiers join her including Beasly. They all started shooting. More soldiers came and formed a line.

The EVOs were unable to break through.

"Whoo hoo! Thrill me!"

Wade looked up to see Rex flying into the enemy side. A blur of green rushed past her. She recognized Agent Six charging through the tanks cutting anything in his way.

"Let's go!" She and the other soldiers rushed through the gaps in the tanks stopping every once in a while, to shoot down any attacking EVOs.

They slowly pushed the EVOs back. Then as if a switch was flipped, the EVOs retreated. A large red hole seemed to swallow them up as they rushed through. Then just like that, it was over.

Wade gave a sigh of relief. Looking up she saw Beasly. He looked pale. It was then she noticed blood dripping from his abdomen. He dropped to his knees.

"No!" Dropping her weapon, she ran towards him. Before he keeled over, she grabbed him. Pressing her communicator, she screamed for a medic.

Stretchers began arriving, Beasly was loaded onto the stretcher.

"Hey, hey!" Wade hissed at her partner. "You better be ok. You still have your mama's turkey to eat."

Beasly gave a weak smile before he was loaded onto the medical truck. Wade stood and watched as the truck drove away.

0o0

Beasly awoke to the bright lights of a very white room. He squinted until his eyes adjusted. The white sheets smelled of bleach and sweat. He tried to get up before grimacing. He placed his hand on the bandage on his stomach. "Shoot." He muttered.

"You're up." He turned to see Wade walking to his bed.

"Yeah, can't get rid of me that easily." He joked.

She snorted. "You need to be more careful."

"Just a flesh wound." Beasly waved carelessly.

"Dr. Holiday said you're probably going to be out a few days to recover." She said.

"Can I fly?" He asked.

"No." She saw his face fall. "But you can drive."

He looked at her with confusion.

"I took a few days off. I'm driving you back home." She said.

"That's a 12 hour drive." He protested.

"Well, then we better get started." She told him. "You did invite me, didn't you?"

She tossed him his clothes that she was holding behind her back.

"That I did." He agreed with a grin. He slipped on his pants under his sheets before pulling the shirt over his medical gown.

"And it better be the best Thanksgiving meal I've ever had. I'm missing cook's turkey roulade." She said.

"You'll forget all about that once you taste the sweet potato pie." Beasly gingerly got up. Wade gave him a hand.

"I thought you said the turkey was good." Wade interjected.

"Everything mama makes is good." He said as they slowly walked out of the medical wing.

Today is a day to be grateful for all we have. Grateful people are content people. If you are feeling sad, start counting things to be thankful for. I'll start with you. I am thankful for all those who read and comment on my pitiful tales. Blessings for all of you.