Just a short little humor bit, inspired by random chatting (
@theJMPer has credit for this one) on Discord.
Changing in the Rain
While it may not fit the idyllic view of the Hawaiian Islands, a rainstorm was not an
uncommon occurrence. Such a storm had descended on Pearl Harbor, grey and overcast skies giving the harbor quite a different appearance. The downpour of water hardly helped the image.
"Sara? You alright up here?"
That Admiral Thompson had to hold a hand over his eyes as he walked onto the deck of
Saratoga hardly helped matters. He winced as lightning struck in the far distance, thunder rolling across the harbor. Sara didn't seem to notice, looking up at the rain with curious blue eyes. Thompson had no idea
why she was curious, or why she was up here in the first place. But he didn't exactly like having to come out into the rain either.
The things he did for these girls.
"I'm fine Admiral," Sara finally replied, turning her head down to smile at the Admiral. "I've never really
felt the rain before. Not like this, anyway."
"You haven't?" Thompson tilted his head in confusion, looking between the carrier and the rain. That didn't... "How have you never felt the rain?"
A soft laugh came from the girl, as she turned her view back up at the sky. Sara brushed her wet hair back, smile refusing to leave her face, "Everything is different since you got here sir. I
feel different. I've never stopped to actually enjoy the rain before."
Well, that made a
little bit more sense. Still, Thompson frowned slightly, as he walked up to the girl. Sara watched him out of the corner of her eye, but she made no moves to...well, move. At least, until the Admiral actually reached her.
Because when he did, Thompson shrugged off his uniform jacket, and placed it around her shoulders, the rain quickly soaking his undershirt. Sara finally lost her smile, confusion overtaking it when she picked at the heavy jacket on her shoulders. Confused blue eyes turned on the Admiral, the question clear in them, even if she hadn't asked it vocally as well.
"Admiral? Why did you...?"
Thompson just shook his head, lopsided smile on his face now, "You may still be the
ship, but it wouldn't be gentlemanly of me to let you get soaked without offering my jacket."
Sara flushed crimson at that statement, wrapping the jacket tightly around her torso. "You didn't need to do that..."
"Maybe. But hey, I can give you the full experience of standing in the rain this way." Thompson's smile didn't fade, even as he wiped rain from his face. "Though I'm not particularly fond of it mysel...Sara?"
The seeming non-sequitur came from the fact that Sara had stiffened in place, hand held to her ear. Admiral Thompson had been in the past long enough to know what
that meant, and that was the girl talking over the radio. About what, he didn't know. But...
Well, Sara was quick to explain.
"Admiral...Little E is panicking." Sara's voice was dry, despite the rain pouring down on them.
"About what?" Thompson blinked slowly, completely befuddled. What in the world could Enterprise be panicking about?
In response, Sara gestured at the jacket she wore, fluttering in the wind. "My...my hull's camouflage just went the same shade of khaki as your jacket."
"What."
That single word was spoken with such a flat tone of disbelief, that even Sara giggled at it. Thompson could be forgiven for his reaction though. Why in God's name would Sara's hull change color just because...you know what?
Why was he even questioning it?
He was standing here, talking with USS
Saratoga, aboard her hull. Decades in the past.
None of this made any sense.
Still, this probably takes the cake.
"And every time the wind blows it around, my camo flips around and...oh dear." Sara trailed off, cheeks flushing again.
Thompson just gave a long-suffering sigh, "What
now?"
"Admiral Halsey is asking..." Sara's flush deepened, as she coughed and lowered her voice to a decent impression of Halsey's rumble. "'James, why is your goddamn ship changing colors like that? Do you
want everyone to see that shit?'"
Yup, that sounded like something Bull Halsey would say. Thompson felt a drop of sweat roll down his face though, noticeable even in the rain. He could hardly blame Halsey for the reaction. Hell, if Little E suddenly started changing color like that,
he would be more than a little worried. Though...why was he suddenly wondering what would happen if Arizona put her jacket on one of the other girls?
Focus James.
"Right..." Thompson turned away from the wind and gestured into Sara's hull, "Let's get inside and get my jacket off you before someone else notices."
"Everyone probably noticed, sir," Sara deadpanned, small smile crossing her face.
"...don't remind me. Please,
don't."
Sara's laughter followed him into her hull, as the young Admiral held his face in his hands. This was going to be an
interesting meeting with Richardson, he could already tell. Never a dull moment...not once.
The
actual next chapter will hopefully be up tomorrow (later today?).
Hopefully.
Also wraps up Arc 1, so there's that.