Past the Point of No Return

A/N: Prompt "Using the name of a song (this is what your story is called) write a story about that title!" this is from my May Prompts list, which yall can check out in my forum Anything and Everything. Thank you so much to WingsuitFlying for allowing me to use their character! You should check out their story, In the Air Tonight, which is really good! Enjoy!

Donovan "Reaper" Grimm walked quickly down the halls of the hanger. He'd just gotten a text from Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, his girlfriend, that something had come up. His heart beat heavily in his chest and fear crossed his mind. The text had only said, "Come quickly. No questions asked." So, like the good man he was, Reaper was going quickly.

He turned the corner and almost ran into Phoenix. "Oh, hey!" He noted his girlfriends' futures. There was an anxious sweat on her brow and her soft brown eyes held a sense of worry, "What's wrong?"

Phoenix took a deep breath, "There's an emergency mission that came up. We need to go and grab our things and head out in thirty. The mission's classified, but Maverick allowed us to be able to someone what's going on." She was slightly shaky, so Reaper pulled her into a hug. He rubbed her back softly, murmuring encouraging words.

Phoenix pulled out of the hug, "Alight, I have to go." She whispered.

"Okay, love. I'll see you when you get back." Reaper planted a kiss on her forehead. Phoenix smiled, walked towards her room. Reaper frowned, "Natasha, do you need help with anything?"

"No, I'm good." Phoenix called back.

Reaper glanced at his watch, 1400. He had to get to a debriefing, which he was almost going to be late for. He sent up a quick prayer for Phoenix's safety and pushed his anxious thoughts away.

Two weeks. Two gosh darn long, tiresome weeks. And Phoenix hadn't returned. Reaper was starting to get nervous. She had left a message for him five hours ago saying she was going airborne. Reaper could hardly keep focus on his work, which involved practicing dogfights with some Top Gun students.

He did a terrible job.

Hollywood met him on the ground and pulled him over, "Reaper," he said, "What in the word was that all about?"

Reaper sighed, "I don't know…I…"

Hollywood interrupted, "Get yourself together Lt." his eyes softened when he noticed Reaper's expression, "What's going on?"

Reaper saw Hollywood as a honorary dad, so he explained to him what was going on, "Phoenix had to leave for an emergency mission two weeks ago. She went airborne a few hours earlier this morning." Reaper slid onto a chair, dropping his head into his hands, "I'm worried about her." He admitted.

Hollywood sat beside him, rubbing a hand along his back. "It's okay. This happens. But, Maverick is with them, and he'll do anything to keep his team safe." He spoke encouraging words. "You're stressed, I can see that. You're not 100%. I'm going to ground you for a while." Reaper made a frustrated noise, "Go, get some rest. I'll send a report to Cyclone and explain the situations, alright?"

Reaper nodded. He was exhausted. He hadn't been sleeping well for fear of Phoenix. He just had this…gut feeling something was wrong. He knew it. He just hoped he was wrong.

Reaper got the call at 0223. He sat up in bed, and glanced at the contact. It was an unknown number, but not a spam. He answered, "Hello?"

"Hello. Is this Donovan Grimm?" a female voice asked.

"Yes, this is he." Reaper frowned and his heart picked up slightly. Something was definitely wrong.

"I'm sorry to report that Lt. Natasha Trace and Lt. Robert Floyd's plane went down around 0148 this morning. There are no reports of chutes and their flying search and recues as we speak." The female answered.

"Wait, what?" Reaper's heart stopped. He froze. He couldn't think. No, not Phoenix. Please, not Phoenix.

The female went on to tell him where to meet them. "I'm on my way." Reaper's voice cracked. He was already out of his bed and dressed, grabbing his emergency duffle and leaving the building. He called Hollywood.

"Hey, what's up?" Hollywood sounded sleepy.

"Holly…" Reaper could hardly believe it, "It's Phoenix…she….she went…Phoenix went down."

"Reaper…" Hollywood sounded more awake and alert, "I'm coming, where are they?"

Reaper told him the address, getting into his car. "I'll meet you at the airport." Hollywood said, "And Reaper?"

"Hmm?" Reaper hummed.

"I'm here for you. Phoenix will be okay. She'll be okay…"