- Location
- Same place I've always been
The oldest Croy child rolled over in her bed, the final time she would sleep in it for a bit. As her eyes started to open she saw a figure sitting in a chair, it was blurry but for just a moment she though she saw him. Broad shoulders and a clean white shirt, bracers holding up a pair of rugged pants, his brown hair perfectly parted, his mustache well groomed.
"Dad?" She asked.
"No girl." It was her mother's voice and all at once the apparition was gone.
The boxer turned pilot blinked a few more times clearing her vision. It was her mother dressed in her best dress with a newspaper across her lap.
'PATROL SUFFERS GREATEST LOSS IN FIVE YEARS. INCOMPETENCE OR SABOTAGE'
Read the headline.
"What is it mum?" Al asked, sitting up a little in her bed.
"I suppose I can't make you reconsider?"
"Reconsider what?"
"Leaving us again."
"Mum, we need this money."
"That's what your father always said. Always said that before he would take off, letting his wings cut like blades through the sky." Her mother's callused hands gripped the paper tighter. "They never mentioned him in the papers. Never spoke of his greatness, of his 43 air victories, of his decade of exemplary service, of the family he left behind. They didn't even put his name in the article. He was just a pilot lost during an operation against Forest." A tear fell from her eye falling onto the paper smudging the ink.
"Mum, I know, I know they did dad wrong." Al sat up fully reaching out to grab her mother's hands. "I don't do this for the fame, or the notoriety. I do this for you, for Charlie, Will, Cathy, and Mary. I just want to take care of you all. Like dad did."
"You...you didn't have to fill his boots." Her mother looked up her eyes a little red. "You don't have to be just like him."
"You know that if I could have found another way I would have. I know you're afraid for me."
"Well someone has to be."
"This is where we are at," she squeezed the elder Croy's hands. "I love you mum, and I love all of you. I have to do this."
"I know, it's just…" Elizabeth Croy wrapped her arms around Al pulling her into a tight hug. "You're my little girl."
"I know mum. I know."
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The train station was a towering thing, a place she hadn't really been before, but she'd seen it a few times. She was a little lost having to check her ticket a few times to get the platform right. Thankfully in her uniform everyone already knew where she had to be and were helpful in showing her. As they reached the platform she turned to her family, all of them came to see her off, even Daliana.
Al didn't even think about the reporters skulking around, though as she turned to face her family there was a familiar figure in the crowd. A young man with a flat cap, thin mustache and a playful grin. Slick was what the boys down at the Grey Peacock called him. A looker with a silver tongue, could talk his way into anywhere. He even tried to talk his way into Al trousers. However he didn't have much luck with that. He wasn't her type.
Slick gave her a nod pulling down his had a little. A silent understanding that her family was being watched over while she was away.
Looking to her family she started with Cathy and Mary kneeling down a little.
"You be good for mum alright you two."
"We're always good." Mary said.
"Uh huh, always good." Cathy followed up.
Al ruffled both their hair giving them a deep smile. Next was Will looking as standoffish as he tried to be 'adult'.
Spontaneously Al wrapped her arms around him giving him a big kiss on his cheek.
"Al…" he moaned in distaste.
"For Queen's sake have some fun." She said squeezing him. "There will be plenty of time for seriousness later." She let him go standing up to look at Charlie, holding Daliana's hand.
"You," She said poking him in the chest. "You keep an eye on them." She gestured to their younger siblings. "And be good to her. She actually likes you, and you'll be hard pressed to find another." She again tapped him on the chest. Charlie did his best to knock her hand away but he couldn't help but smile.
"Keep him out of trouble for me." She said to her brother's companion. "I can't keep eyes on him all the time."
"Oh, I'll keep a close eye." She giggled a little tugging on his hand. The poor boy stood no chance, not against her.
Lastly was her mother all the words had been said, decisions had been made. All that was left was to say goodbye. Her mother pulled her into a hug a hug that both parties would have wanted to last forever.
"Queen watch over you. And see you home safe."
"I'll come home to you, always."
Her with eyes slightly glassy Al made her way to the train, as she saw a young girl gathering her bag Al tried to save her from more work.
"It's alright I think I can carry this." The broad shouldered woman said holding up a simple suitcase.
"No mam' it's fine, I have this." Undaunted the porter took the bag and added it to the stack.
"Alright."
The staff and many of the other passengers cleared the way from the DOP officer guiding her to the car she would be sitting with her comrades. At the stairs she met Dawson giving him a curt nod though she didn't have a good bead on Mavis just yet.
She turned her back making a moved to enter the car and get herself situated, when she heard the sound of heavy boots thudding against the marble of the platform. Out of curiosity more than anything she turned her head to see a head of wavy brown hair rushing towards her. The man bumped into another passenger.
"Sorry." he said simply before carrying on at a breakneck pace. Al knew that voice, it had that ring that echoed in her ears. As he came close he held up his hand. "Wait." the word came out a little weak he was clearly out of beath. The man must have run all the way from Base to get here. As he got to the train car he bent over putting his hands on his knees, panting. Edward Hawkins looked up his DOP overalls stained with oil and his own sweat. "Wait." he said again somehow weaker.
Al waited, smiling and holding back a giggle.
"I just...I just wanted…" Hawkins spoke catching his breath. "I just wanted to see you off."
The smile deepened as he looked to her with those warm brown eyes.
"Be safe up there."
"I will be."
"I'll be here when you get back." He said without an ounce of doubt in his voice.
"I'll be here to meet you."
There they were two young people in love, and all they could do was look awkwardly at each other fidgeting with their hands.
There was an unspoken promise, to meet again, to return to this spot.
And they wouldn't break it.
"Dad?" She asked.
"No girl." It was her mother's voice and all at once the apparition was gone.
The boxer turned pilot blinked a few more times clearing her vision. It was her mother dressed in her best dress with a newspaper across her lap.
'PATROL SUFFERS GREATEST LOSS IN FIVE YEARS. INCOMPETENCE OR SABOTAGE'
Read the headline.
"What is it mum?" Al asked, sitting up a little in her bed.
"I suppose I can't make you reconsider?"
"Reconsider what?"
"Leaving us again."
"Mum, we need this money."
"That's what your father always said. Always said that before he would take off, letting his wings cut like blades through the sky." Her mother's callused hands gripped the paper tighter. "They never mentioned him in the papers. Never spoke of his greatness, of his 43 air victories, of his decade of exemplary service, of the family he left behind. They didn't even put his name in the article. He was just a pilot lost during an operation against Forest." A tear fell from her eye falling onto the paper smudging the ink.
"Mum, I know, I know they did dad wrong." Al sat up fully reaching out to grab her mother's hands. "I don't do this for the fame, or the notoriety. I do this for you, for Charlie, Will, Cathy, and Mary. I just want to take care of you all. Like dad did."
"You...you didn't have to fill his boots." Her mother looked up her eyes a little red. "You don't have to be just like him."
"You know that if I could have found another way I would have. I know you're afraid for me."
"Well someone has to be."
"This is where we are at," she squeezed the elder Croy's hands. "I love you mum, and I love all of you. I have to do this."
"I know, it's just…" Elizabeth Croy wrapped her arms around Al pulling her into a tight hug. "You're my little girl."
"I know mum. I know."
__________
The train station was a towering thing, a place she hadn't really been before, but she'd seen it a few times. She was a little lost having to check her ticket a few times to get the platform right. Thankfully in her uniform everyone already knew where she had to be and were helpful in showing her. As they reached the platform she turned to her family, all of them came to see her off, even Daliana.
Al didn't even think about the reporters skulking around, though as she turned to face her family there was a familiar figure in the crowd. A young man with a flat cap, thin mustache and a playful grin. Slick was what the boys down at the Grey Peacock called him. A looker with a silver tongue, could talk his way into anywhere. He even tried to talk his way into Al trousers. However he didn't have much luck with that. He wasn't her type.
Slick gave her a nod pulling down his had a little. A silent understanding that her family was being watched over while she was away.
Looking to her family she started with Cathy and Mary kneeling down a little.
"You be good for mum alright you two."
"We're always good." Mary said.
"Uh huh, always good." Cathy followed up.
Al ruffled both their hair giving them a deep smile. Next was Will looking as standoffish as he tried to be 'adult'.
Spontaneously Al wrapped her arms around him giving him a big kiss on his cheek.
"Al…" he moaned in distaste.
"For Queen's sake have some fun." She said squeezing him. "There will be plenty of time for seriousness later." She let him go standing up to look at Charlie, holding Daliana's hand.
"You," She said poking him in the chest. "You keep an eye on them." She gestured to their younger siblings. "And be good to her. She actually likes you, and you'll be hard pressed to find another." She again tapped him on the chest. Charlie did his best to knock her hand away but he couldn't help but smile.
"Keep him out of trouble for me." She said to her brother's companion. "I can't keep eyes on him all the time."
"Oh, I'll keep a close eye." She giggled a little tugging on his hand. The poor boy stood no chance, not against her.
Lastly was her mother all the words had been said, decisions had been made. All that was left was to say goodbye. Her mother pulled her into a hug a hug that both parties would have wanted to last forever.
"Queen watch over you. And see you home safe."
"I'll come home to you, always."
Her with eyes slightly glassy Al made her way to the train, as she saw a young girl gathering her bag Al tried to save her from more work.
"It's alright I think I can carry this." The broad shouldered woman said holding up a simple suitcase.
"No mam' it's fine, I have this." Undaunted the porter took the bag and added it to the stack.
"Alright."
The staff and many of the other passengers cleared the way from the DOP officer guiding her to the car she would be sitting with her comrades. At the stairs she met Dawson giving him a curt nod though she didn't have a good bead on Mavis just yet.
She turned her back making a moved to enter the car and get herself situated, when she heard the sound of heavy boots thudding against the marble of the platform. Out of curiosity more than anything she turned her head to see a head of wavy brown hair rushing towards her. The man bumped into another passenger.
"Sorry." he said simply before carrying on at a breakneck pace. Al knew that voice, it had that ring that echoed in her ears. As he came close he held up his hand. "Wait." the word came out a little weak he was clearly out of beath. The man must have run all the way from Base to get here. As he got to the train car he bent over putting his hands on his knees, panting. Edward Hawkins looked up his DOP overalls stained with oil and his own sweat. "Wait." he said again somehow weaker.
Al waited, smiling and holding back a giggle.
"I just...I just wanted…" Hawkins spoke catching his breath. "I just wanted to see you off."
The smile deepened as he looked to her with those warm brown eyes.
"Be safe up there."
"I will be."
"I'll be here when you get back." He said without an ounce of doubt in his voice.
"I'll be here to meet you."
There they were two young people in love, and all they could do was look awkwardly at each other fidgeting with their hands.
There was an unspoken promise, to meet again, to return to this spot.
And they wouldn't break it.