This is a late Third Season Story inspired by the expired story challenge, “All Wrapped Up.”    

 

 

Lean on Me

 

by Lynn

 

 

Captain Lee Crane trudged along the icy banks of the river, his feet sinking into the snow along the banks nearly up to his knees.  He was freezing cold as he walked along barely feeling his extremities after having no choice but to wade chest-high through the icy river.  He was guided along, almost unconsciously by the light he saw up ahead.  The closer he got, the more it looked like a cabin.  He could see the orange glow of the window signaling a warm fire inside as well as smoke rising from the fireplace.

 

Lee walked with his arms wrapped around his mid-section trying to conserve his body heat as his teeth chattered noisily and he shivered uncontrollably.  He stumbled, barely able to feel his feet but managed to stay upright, counting his blessings because he wasn't sure he could get up if he fell again.  Finally, he made it to the porch as he thudded awkwardly on the door, his hands a frozen mass and not working properly.  He was greeted by the barrel of a shotgun as the door swung open.

 

“Please... I need your help...” there was so much more to say, but Lee's body could sustain his efforts no longer, shutting down unwillingly leaving him to fall forward heavily on the hardwood floor.

 

His would-be rescuer lowered the shotgun and thought for only a second, then dragged the nearly frozen dark haired man into the cabin, quickly closing the door to keep the heat inside.  She lowered herself down to the man on the floor and felt his cold face, taking the time to brush the wet curls from his forehead.  She dragged him over to the bear-skin rug in front of the fire and left to retrieve quilts to cover him.  She placed the quilts on the floor and proceeded to remove the khaki colored uniform from the man.  She stripped his cold, wet clothes and then placed the quilts over him as his head rocked back and forth as if he were fighting to regain consciousness.

 

She moved alongside of him, climbing under the blankets to allow her body heat to warm him and ran her hands gently across his face, hushing his movements and telling him he was safe.  He struggled a bit more until the comfort of her strokes on his face and her soft voice won out as Lee Crane sank into a deep slumber.  She snuggled up closer and allowed herself to feel the strength of his muscles, though they were still cold as ice. 

 

“Rest easy Bobby,” she said with familiarity.  “You're home now, I'll take care of you.”

 

* * * * *

 

“...The controls aren't answering!”  Lee yelled over the storm that could be heard from even inside the flying sub.

 

“...She's going down... brace yourself!”

 

Lee struggled to keep FS1 in the air but the sudden unexpected storm had frozen the control surfaces as he struggled to climb out of the dark storm clouds.  Now the yellow flying wonder was falling hard from the sky as he and his co-pilot struggled together to keep FS1 level.  Together they tried to fly in tandem, both occupants pulling the yokes with all their strength until the laws of physics won out as the flying sub fell from the sky.

 

“...Try the radio again!” Lee yelled over the sounds of their impending crash.

 

“...It's dead,” was all he heard before the Flying Sub hit the tree line and careened out of control across a clearing; coming to a sudden halt, it's forward motioned stopped by tree.  Lee moaned as he felt the blood rushing to his head, sluggishly realizing that the flying sub had crashed and settled upside down.  He fumbled for his harness and worked his way out lowering himself unsteadily to the ceiling bulkhead, now under his feet.  He moved unsteadily and felt something soft at his feet, dropping immediately as he realized that the co-pilot's harness hadn't held.

 

Lee's eyes fluttered as the reality of the dream shocked his awareness and the need to wake.  Harry needed help.  As he struggled to wake he was unaware of the warm body beside him.  Quickly she slid out from the blankets as the handsome stranger finally won the battle and opened his eyes.  A moan escaped as he woke fully, his eyes sweeping the room until recognition returned to him.

 

Lee realized that he had reached the cabin, though he had little memory past knocking on the door.  He was warm and recognized he was undressed under the blankets, a necessity he realized as his freezing clothes would have only delayed his body's core temperature from rising.  He looked and found his rescuer, a young blond haired woman in her late twenties looking worried and nervous.

 

“How long have I been here?”

 

“About two hours,” she answered.

 

“No...” Lee said with concern, trying to rise.

 

“You really shouldn't be up yet.”

 

“You don't understand, I'm not alone.  My friend is hurt at the crash site,” Lee finished, sitting and looking over at his clothes drying next to the fire, just out of reach.

 

“Do you mind?” Lee asked politely as he motioned for his uniform.

 

“Here,” she offered moving the uniform closer and indicating a room he could change in.  “But I don't think these are warm enough.  You'll find some clothes in there,” she offered, “I think they'll fit you.”

 

“Thanks,” he said, pulling a red and black throw cover around him as he moved to the room she indicated.  He stopped and turned toward her, “My name is Lee,” he offered with a small tired smile.  “Thank you for helping me.”

 

“You're welcome, Lee.  My name is Rhonda,” she returned, slightly mesmerized by his charm though Lee was unaware that he was being anything but polite.

 

“I'll be right out, Rhonda,” he finished closing the door behind him.

 

“Okay Bobby,” she answered quietly.

 

A few minutes later, Lee exited wearing a flannel shirt tucked into blue jeans and belted at the waist. 

 

“You said there was a crash?” Rhonda asked as he put his shoes back on.

 

“Yes, we got caught in an unexpected storm.  I need to get there as soon as possible.  Do you have a radio?”

 

Rhonda shook her head in the negative.

 

Lee nodded his response, right now the important thing was getting to Harry.

 

* * * * *

 

Harry's awareness had faded in and out several times in the last few hours.  He was achy all over, but the gash on his forehead and the bulges under his hands as he held his ribs signaled his greatest pain.  Broken ribs for sure, and his head wound was leaving him dizzy with poor vision.  He vaguely remembered the crash, he'd been sitting in the co-pilot's seat working on a project to meet a deadline as Lee piloted FS1.  Lee's concern rose sharply as the thunderstorm they were flying around suddenly seemed to engulf them.  The freezing air froze their wet control surfaces subsequently causing the small craft to fall heavily from the sky.  Interference from the storm prevented anything but static to transmit on the radio, he could only hope that their emergency locator beacon was active.

 

He tried to focus his memories as it suddenly dawned on him that Lee was gone, but since he was lying under blankets he realized that Lee had cared for him before he left.  It was hard to think, but Harry willed his brain to respond as he recalled the events just after the crash.

 

Harry groaned as his awareness returned.

 

“Easy Sir, you're hurt,” Harry heard as his eyes fluttered open.

 

“What's our situation, Lee?” He croaked out, feeling every bit of the broken ribs on his left side.

 

“We're down in the Rockies, wilderness all around us, Sir.  We've got sub-freezing weather outside and no power.  The radio's dead.  We ended belly up so I'm not sure if the ELT survived,” Lee reported, obviously having been conscious long enough to ascertain their situation in detail.

 

The flying sub was illuminated by an emergency lantern on the floor as Lee unfolded a blanket and spread it over Harry.

 

“Don't move, Sir.  You've got internal damage and we don't need those ribs adding to the problem,” Lee admonished gently.

 

“How about you, Lee?” Harry asked through his pain as Lee offered first aid to his head wound.

 

“Woke up dazed and bruised, but otherwise I'm good,” Lee answered with the smallest of smiles to convince Harry of his sincerity.

 

“You've got a concussion, Sir,” Lee continued as he applied a butterfly bandage over the wound above his right eye.

 

“And here I thought the percussion section of the Boston Philharmonic had taken up residence in my head,” Harry quipped painfully.

 

Lee returned his smile, glad to hear the feistiness in Harry's voice.

 

“Admiral I don't think we can depend on the ELT to bring help anytime soon, especially with this storm raging.”

 

“Lee, you said yourself we're in the middle of the wilderness...”

 

“I know, but I've been outside.  I'm pretty sure I saw a small light in the distance and I can smell wood burning in a fireplace.  I'm going to get help...”

 

“You know it's always better to stay with the crash site, Lee.”

 

“Normally yes.  But you know as well as I do that you've got some serious damage inside of you.  If that is a cabin out there, there's a good chance they'll have a radio this far out.”

 

Harry wasn't sure how Lee knew his insides felt like hamburger about now, but 'Dr. Crane' was right.  Besides, if he could see the cabin light it couldn't be but a couple of miles away.

 

“Alright Lee, but if the cabin's not there you high tail your six back here and we wait it out together,” Harry ordered wearing himself out trying to sound four-star.

 

“Agreed Sir.  I'll get you settled in before I go.”

 

That was the last Harry remembered before waking up with more blankets covering him and the battery powered lantern left for his benefit.  Harry started to stir, but thought better of it.  Lee was right, something was wrong inside and he better stay put or he'd be no good to Lee later.

 

* * * * *

 

Chip was roused out of his bed by the phone ringing loudly by his bedside.  A call in the middle of the night was rarely a good thing as he grabbed the receiver on the third ring sounding as if he'd been awake for hours.

 

“Hello, Morton here.”

 

“Mr. Morton this is Halston in Communications.”

 

Chip sat a little higher in the bed.  “Yes Halston, what do you have?”

 

“Sir, I just got a call from the FAA.  It seems Admiral Nelson and Captain Crane didn't close their flight plan, Sir.”

 

Chip was aware the two had left Washington late due to some evening meetings; he wasn't expecting to hear from them until morning.

 

“How much overdue are they?” He asked in concern.

 

“Over two hours and I can't reach them on the radio or their homes, Sir.”

 

Chip blew out a breath.  “Alright Halston.  I'll be right there,” he replied hanging up the phone and running a worried hand through his blond hair.

 

“What's wrong?” Monica asked sitting up in bed next to her husband of about a year.

 

“The Admiral and Lee are two hours overdue and we've lost communications with FS1,” he said rising as Monica sat with her arms wrapped around her legs, clearly concerned.

 

“I'm going to go to the Institute and coordinate the search,” Chip finished as he turned to offer a kiss before heading for a submariner's five minute shower.

 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Monica offered with a caring hand cupping Chip's face in support.  She was well aware of the strong brotherly relationship Chip and Lee shared as well as the respect and admiration he held for the Admiral.

 

“I doubt it, you might as well get some sleep.”

 

“Fat chance of that,” she said giving Chip a look that told him she intended on being there for him.

 

Chip allowed a smile to bleed through his concern, “Alright, come along with me.  We'll probably get a call telling us they sat FS1 down on some hick field in the middle of nowhere and all our worry is for nothing.”

 

Monica nodded and then hurried to ready herself as quickly as Chip.  She knew he was worried, maybe his crew couldn't see past his stoic XO face, but she could.  It was in his eyes; those deep blue eyes that could woo her into the bedroom any time of day.  They were her windows to his soul and she could read all the unspoken trepidation he felt at this moment.   Monica ran a quick brush through her shoulder length blond hair and tied it in a quick pony tail, it was the best she could do for the lateness of the night.  She was ready when Chip came downstairs and grabbed his keys, pulling her close for a comforting hug.

 

“Thanks for coming,” he whispered in her ear.

 

“I wouldn't be any other place else, Chip,” she assured him as he nodded and took her by the hand to leave for the Institute.

 

* * * * *

 

Lee donned the cold weather jacket Rhonda held for him, as he spoke.  “You're sure your husband won't mind?” He asked assuming the clothes and the jacket belonged to him.

 

“My husband's been gone for a long time,” she answered offering him hiking boots in place of his shoes.

 

Lee slowed the motion of tugging the jacket on to stop and offer his sincere apologies, “I'm sorry, Rhonda.”

 

She shrugged her shoulders slightly and continued.  “You should wear these, the snow is at least two feet deep.”

 

Lee shook his head in the negative, “I'm going to have to cross the river again, no sense on getting the boots wet; I might need them later,” he reasoned.

 

“You can't cross the river again!” she exclaimed.  “You were nearly frozen stiff when you got here, you'll get sick.”

 

“I have no choice Rhonda, I'm not going to leave Harriman Nelson out there to freeze to death,” he said resolutely.

 

She nodded, “I'll go with you.”

 

“No, no need for us all to get cold and wet.  The best way you can help is to stay here and have something hot ready to drink, keep the fire burning and the cabin warm.  He's hurt and he's going to need it.”

 

“Alright Lee.  Be careful,” she offered with concern.

 

Lee smiled his thanks and zipped his jacket all the way up his neck then opened the cabin door, the sideways blowing snow whipping him in the face as he cleared the porch heading for FS1.

 

* * * * *

 

Rhonda closed the door behind Lee and leaned against it heavily.  “Oh Bobby, it's so good to have you home again,” she said with excitement as she moved to the kitchen to make more coffee.  The cabin would be warm and cozy when he returned, and she would do everything she could to help him appreciate all she had to offer.  And she wasn't going to let anyone get in between them again, not like the last time, she promised herself.  She smiled to herself letting her joy bubble up in waves of contentment as she moved to make his homecoming a special one.

 

* * * * *

 

Lee trudged along in the snow until he reached the river.  He stepped in anticipating an icy welcome and shuddered at the coldness, holding his jacket over his head to keep it from getting wet.  He happily reached the other side and moved as quickly as he could, he knew he needed to get back to the cabin before the cold did him in. 

 

He reached the flying sub about a half hour later and entered through the side hatch normally used for loading cargo, as FS1 lay as helpless as a turtle on its back. 

 

“Admiral?” 

 

Harry stirred as Lee sighed in relief.

 

“Lee?  I was beginning to worry.”

 

“I know Sir.  I sort of checked out for a few hours, but I'm okay now,” he added with a smile.

 

“The cabin is about a two mile walk, there's no radio but it's safe and warm inside,” Lee explained as he eased Harry into a sitting position.  Harry blew a breath and waited for the world to stop spinning, then motioned for Lee to help him stand.  As Harry acclimated to his new position, Lee shrugged out of the cold weather jacket and placed it on the Admiral.  Harry didn't notice, his vision still blurry and his insides protesting his now vertical position.

 

“Are you ready, Sir?”

 

“Fine Lee,” Harry breathed out convincing neither himself nor his Captain. 

 

“Okay Sir, be careful the first step is a doozy,” Lee quipped referring to the drop from the side hatch with FS1 in its current position.  Harry appreciated his humor and offered a half smile as Lee swung Harry's right arm around his shoulder and eased him out.

 

Once they cleared the flying sub they took slow but steady steps onward until they reached the river.

 

Lee stood at the river bank and shook his head, “If I carry you over I'm likely to drive one of those ribs into something you need.”

 

“Who says you need to carry me anyway?” Harry said with a gruff as Lee smiled, despite their current situation.

 

“Okay, we'll both walk it then.  It's chest high... and it's cold.”

 

“Let's just get there,” Harry said.  “You say there's a fire waiting for us?”

 

“Aye Sir, Rhonda promised to have something hot to drink as well.”

 

“Rhonda?” Harry laughed and then pulled it back as he entered the icy river.  “Only you could find a cabin two miles from a crash site with a woman to take care of you.  I bet she's beautiful too?” Harry quipped trying to make light of the fact that the water was like a thousand tiny knife wounds as the cold penetrated his khaki uniform.

 

“As a matter of fact, she is,” Lee answered as he guided Harry along supporting a good deal of Harry's weight.

 

They reached the other side, their teeth both chattering in near unison.  Lee moved them along with Harry leaning heavier on him as his injuries sounded loudly their displeasure at this much movement.  In what seemed like an eternity, they reached the cabin.  Rhonda was there to open the door even before they approached and helped to guide them inside.

 

“Let's put him by the fire,” Lee suggested, as Rhonda noticed Harry now wearing the jacket she gave Lee and bit her bottom lip in displeasure.

 

“I have these for him,” Rhonda said, pointing out a pair of flannel pajamas lying on the bed and visible through the doorway.

 

“That's perfect,” Lee said moving Harry to the bedroom.

 

“I think I can handle this Lee,” Harry said, needing to hold onto his dignity and change himself.

 

“Alright Sir, I'll be right outside the door,” Lee looked into Harry's eyes imploring him to ask for help if he really needed it.

 

“I'll be fine, Lad.”

 

Lee nodded and headed to the fireplace to stoke the fire as Rhonda prepared a bed on the bear skin rug in front of the fire.  He was still shivering, but the fireplace was feeling good.

 

“You're shivering,” Rhonda noticed placing the throw blanket around his shoulders as he sat on the hearth.

 

“Thanks,” Lee offered with a smile for her kindness.

 

“You gave him your jacket?”

 

“He needed it more than me,” Lee stated flatly as the fire roared under the poker.

 

“I left something for you to change into as well.”

 

Lee nodded his thanks as his attention was diverted to the bedroom door opening.  Harry was wearing pajamas covered by a man's robe and holding his side as he walked gingerly.  Lee resisted the urge to help, knowing Harry would want as little aid as possible.

 

“Have a seat here, Admiral,” Lee invited as Harry lowered himself into a wooden chair with arms.

 

“Rhonda, could we have some of that coffee now?”

 

“Of course, but I think you'd better change first, Lee.”

 

Lee agreed and left as Harry warmed himself by the fire and Rhonda went to the kitchen.  As she prepared the coffee she watched Harry by the fire, the scene eliciting deep anger in her; especially the way Bobby looked after him.  It was Bobby's father who had gotten between them the first time, insisting he should join the army just after they married in order to secure money for their future, but she knew better; Bobby's father never liked her, and when Bobby left to join up he never came back.  Her distorted memories didn't allow her to see the past through true eyes.  For it wasn't Bobby's father who insisted he join the army, but a non-voluntary Draft.  Furthermore her memories never replayed the day she got the wire about Bobby's death; instead of staying for the funeral she packed up everything that belonged to Bobby and headed for “their cabin” deep in the woods.  This is where she would wait for Bobby to return to her, she always knew he would come and she wouldn't let Bobby's father come between them again. 

 

She poured the coffee as Lee exited the bedroom wearing his now dry uniform.  Rhonda caught sight of the uniform and sighed in disappointment.  She had laid out a pair of silky pajama pants for him, leaving the matching pj top in the drawer.  He's trying to impress his father with the uniform, she reasoned as she plastered a smile on her face and brought the coffee.

 

“Thank you Rhonda,” Lee took the coffee with a smile handing a mug over to Harry.

 

“Here Sir, it'll warm you up inside.”

 

“Thank you Lee.   And thank you Rhonda,” Harry offered graciously.

 

“You're welcome,” she answered.

 

Harry drank about half his coffee, but Lee could tell he was fading fast and in pain. 

 

“Admiral, Rhonda made a bed by the fire.  I think you'll be warmer here tonight.”

 

“That's fine Lee.  By the fire sounds good.”

 

Harry's muscles were tightening up the longer he sat and his body's urging to sleep was suddenly taking over his ability to stay awake.  Lee eased him down on the bear skin rug before the fire and watched as Harry's eyes closed almost as soon as he laid down.  He covered Harry and checked his forehead, feeling a low grade fever working itself out under his palm.  Lee knew he would need treatment soon, as he listened to the snow storm continued to rage outside the cabin.

 

* * * * *

 

Chip paced the floor in the Admiral's office as Monica and Angie handled the phones for him, making calls to the various agencies involved in a possible civilian aircraft crash.  The FAA reported that Harry and Lee hadn't closed their flight plan, and a sudden snow storm in the area of FS1's projected flight path had everything on the ground waiting out the storm, including search and rescue. 

 

There had been no reports of a plane crash leading Chip to believe FS1 had gone down in an uninhabited area.  The flying sub was overdue six hours, and he couldn't realistically believe that Harry and Lee hadn't found a way to contact them if they were able.  He contacted Washington with the news and Johnson at ONI had gotten involved due to the technology aboard FS1; technology Harry intended to turn over to the military at the right time.  But for all the phone calls, they were no closer to finding the flying sub. 

 

“Chip?” Monica interrupted his pacing as she placed a tray on Harry's coffee table.  “Angie ordered some breakfast.”

 

“I'm fine,” Chip said barely breaking stride and deep in thought.

 

Monica sighed and moved toward her exhausted husband.  “Just a few bites of something Chip, to counter all that coffee inside.”  Her eyes implored him to listen to reason as Chip gave in and sighed, dipping his head in resignation.  She responded by taking his hand and leading him to the sofa; he smiled weakly and reached for a bagel already spread with cream cheese.

 

“Thanks Monica, I'm glad you're here.”

 

“You just eat and I'll give you the run-down on what Angie and I have come up with so far,” she said, proceeding to brief Chip on the contacts they had made to this point.

 

“Has Communications been able to track the ELT yet?”

 

“No, Halston said they'll keep at it.  He's assuming the emergency beacon is damaged but hoping it's still transmitting on a weaker level.  He has hopes the beacon will work after the storm is clear,” Monica reported efficiently.

 

“You know you're pretty amazing,” Chip stated stopping to admire her composure through all this. 

 

“Well I married a pretty amazing guy,” she returned with a smile. 

 

Chip sighed and then returned to work mode.  “What's the latest from the weather bureau?”

 

“I'll check with Angie,” she answered and left the office in pursuit of the information as Chip resumed his pacing, thinking through any possibilities he may have overlooked; anything that would help them find Harry and Lee.

 

* * * * *

 

Rhonda watched Lee as he sat protectively over Harry, she had hoped he would come to bed with her, it had been such a long time.  She padded out with bare feet wearing a silky men's pajama shirt, matching the pants she had left for Lee.  The shirt dropped only to her mid thighs and she had left the top buttons precariously open as she dropped to the other side of Harry.

 

“How is he?” She asked in polite concern.

 

Lee noticed her movements and caught sight of her as she crossed the room but lowered his eyes in modesty, returning to his concern for Harry.

 

“His fever is getting worse.  I've given him some aspirin, but what he really needs is a doctor.”

 

“We could move him to the bed,” she offered, hoping to elicit some romantic sense as that would leave the cozy fire for her and Bobby to share all alone.

 

“No thanks, I'm afraid he'll chill that far away from the fire.  I think it's best he stay here,” Lee answered, his concern clearly etched on his face.

 

“Are you going to come to bed, Bobby?”

 

Lee's eyes rose to meet hers as he registered her confusion and smiled weakly.  “My name is Lee, and I'll stay here and watch over the Admiral,” he answered gently.

 

She composed herself, realizing she had used Bobby's real name.  “I just thought you'd be more comfortable on the bed,” she offered in explanation.

 

“Thank you, but I'll be fine here.”

 

She nodded and left as Lee watched her walk away.  She was probably only five years younger than himself and very attractive, but something told him she was as fragile as a china doll and he wouldn't take advantage of her hospitality.

 

* * * * *

 

Rhonda slid out of bed several hours later, she had been lying there awake reliving her sweet memories of Bobby, but his reluctance to come to bed confused her.  He'd been for gone so long, hadn't he dreamed of their reunion in the same way she had?  She decided that his “father” was stealing his attention away from her, he was such a good son but right now she needed him.

 

She peeked out the bedroom door seeing Bobby now reclining on the chair asleep.  She approached him quietly, not wanting to wake him and watched him sleep a few feet away.  She resisted the urge to run her hands through his dark hair as it lay across his head in delightful waves and errant curls.  Her eyes moved toward Bobby's father, the Admiral.  Her countenance changed as she thought through her next steps.  Tomorrow she would talk Bobby into moving his father into the bedroom, leaving them the privacy of the main room. 

 

Bobby turned, adjusting himself in the chair sleeping as she held her breath taking in his tall lean body stretched before her.  Those years of waiting had changed him, he had grown up and she enjoyed seeing that his boy like features had matured into the handsome man he was now.  She wet her bottom lip and imagined what tomorrow could be like.  They would lie together on the bear skin rug in front of the fire and enjoy each other's embrace.  She imagined what it would feel like to have him respond to her touch, not like when she peeled off his icy wet clothes.  He was deeply unconscious then and couldn't feel her hands moving appreciatively across his chest.  This time it would be different; they'd undress each other and kiss passionately moving their hands over one another, then she would give herself to him fully.  She breathed in deeply and slipped back into her bedroom.  Tomorrow it would be different.  Tomorrow, Bobby would be hers again.

 

* * * * *

 

The storm system hung over the Rockies dumping more snow in the mountain areas and producing a dangerous ice storm in the valleys and lowlands.  The bottom line was that no rescue operations could be scheduled until the weather cleared.   

 

Chip slapped the desk in frustration rising from behind the Admiral's desk.  It was early morning here on the west coast and only an hour later in the crash region.  If they made it through the night, the day might bring more opportunity for Lee to make contact with them.  He held onto the fact that both Harry and Lee were experienced ONI operatives, each with considerable survival skills. 

 

The flying sub's disappearance hung heavily on Chip and not just because a four-star Admiral and a highly decorated naval officer were missing along with said aircraft.  Harriman Nelson was more than a commanding officer or his boss.  Harry was a close friend who found confidence in Chip years ago tagging him among the first officers picked to help build Seaview from the first plank up.  It had been an honor to work alongside the great mind of Harriman Nelson and to do his part in making Seaview a reality. 

 

Then there was Lee; his best friend since the Academy days where they were roommates for four years.  He had a connection with Lee, and being the only boy among four girls in the family he found that he enjoyed the deep relationship they shared as “brothers”.   Their working relationship had grown since that first awkward cruise when Lee received his Temporary Duty Assignment to report to the Seaview after Captain Phillips was murdered.  That cruise was difficult for everyone as the crew was still mourning the death of their captain.  Lee hadn't helped things along coming aboard in full ONI style, testing the boat's security.  But that was Lee, doing what it took to expose weaknesses and increase the likelihood of the mission's success.  He and Lee hardly had time to enjoy their first assignment together, what with air attacks and enemy subs trying to sink the boat.  But it didn't take long for them to settle into a relaxed but professional command relationship that worked well for both their friendship and the boat.  Seaview was flourishing under Lee's command and Chip was pleased to act as his Executive Officer.

 

“Chip?”

 

Chip's thoughts were interrupted by the soft voice of his wife.  She wasn't an employee here at NIMR but she had stepped in and taken up duties in the privately owned Institute as if she'd been doing it forever. 

 

“Yes,” he answered turning toward her voice and reaching for the proffered notes she was handing him.

 

“The latest from the weather bureau,” she replied in concern.

 

Chip read it over and sighed.  No break in the weather meant no rescue operations.  All they could do was wait.

 

* * * * *

 

Lee woke to the smell of fresh coffee and stretched some kinks out.  He moved to check on Harry who was still sleeping.  His fever remained at low grade, which was a good sign at this point.  He added another log to the fire, stoking it and then walked across the room to the kitchen area.

 

“Coffee sure smells good,” he said with a polite smile.

 

“Good.  I'll pour you a cup.  I laid you out some more clothes, and there's a wash basin in my room with hot water to freshen up, you can even shave if you want to.”

 

“Thank you, Rhonda.  I haven't had much of a chance to tell you how much I appreciate your help in all of this.”

 

“I'm glad I was here to help,” she offered with a shy smile.  “Now, you go get changed and I'll make you some breakfast.”

 

Lee nodded and left.  Rhonda sighed contently, she was glad that he would be shedding the uniform; it only reminded her of the awful years apart.  He was home now, and they could forget all about the military and that awful war half-way across the world. 

 

Lee emerged ten minutes later wearing more jeans and a long sleeve shirt tucked in neatly, with his sleeves rolled up several cuff lengths to rest on his forearms.  His hair was brushed, though the curls weren't completely gone and he had indeed shaven.  Rhonda had to work hard not to stare, especially at his expressive eyes looking back at her.

 

She smiled and poured a cup of steaming coffee for him as he picked it up eagerly. 

 

“Tastes good,” he complimented exuding charm naturally without trying.

 

“I was thinking...” Rhonda started as she laid a plate of fried potatoes and scrambled eggs in front of him, “now that the Admiral is warmed he would be more comfortable on my bed.”

 

“We don't want to put you out Rhonda, the way this storm is going we might be here a few days.”

 

“It's not a problem, and if he's hurt as bad as you say I think he'd appreciate the soft bed,” she offered reasonably.

 

Lee glanced over at Harry lying on the floor and returned his attention back to his hostess.  “Thank you Rhonda, we'll move him when he wakes.”  Lee's eyes returned to Harry, his side felt spongy a signal he had internal bleeding. 

 

Rhonda caught his concern, and for a moment was jealous of his attention to his father.  It wasn't that she was cruel or unkind, she thought to herself, it's just that she had waited a long time for Bobby to return and she expected a different homecoming.  Still, he was here now and she wasn't going to let this set her back.  She had fought depression, being alone all these years and waiting, just waiting.  Now that he was back she wanted to forget about those unhappy years and start building their life again.

 

Harry moaned slightly and Lee left the table immediately as Rhonda watched from her chair.

 

“How are you feeling, Sir?”

 

Harry let out a sigh, “Well I only see one of you looking back at me today, that's a good start.”

 

Lee chuckled, “You didn't tell me you were seeing double.”

 

“More like triples, everything was blurry.  Help me up Lad, I think I've been lying around too long.”

 

“How about some breakfast and then we're going to move you to the bedroom now that you're thawed out.”  Lee helped Harry up and positioned the robe around his shoulders as Harry tied it around his waist.  Harry moved slowly but steadily on his own so Lee backed off, trying hard not to hover.

 

“This is our hostess, Rhonda...” Lee chuckled, “It just dawned on me that I don't even know your last name?”

 

“Williams, Rhonda Williams,” she answered casually as Harry lowered himself down in the kitchen chair.

 

“I've been so focused on survival that I haven't even ascertained our position, Admiral,” Lee said laughing lightly.  “Do you have a map Rhonda?”

 

“Not really.  But you're about three hours’ drive from the nearest town.”

 

“Do you have a vehicle?” Harry asked taking a drink of his coffee.

 

“No.  My supplies are brought to me by a friend.”  She dished Harry out a plate and sat down easily among them.

 

“You mean to say that you live out here by yourself?” Lee asked incredulously.

 

“I've lived in the backwoods most of my life, Lee.  And yes, I've lived here by myself for years.”

 

Lee perceived that the subject was perhaps a painful one and politely moved the conversation along. 

 

“Well it must have been quite a shock to find me on your doorstep last night.  We're very grateful for your help.  As soon as the storm lifts I'll hike back to my aircraft and see about affecting some repairs,” Lee said offering easy conversation along with supplying the plan of action for their rescue.  “Until then, I'll refill your woodpile over there.”

 

“Thank you Lee.  The woodshed is in the back of the cabin.”

 

“What's the condition of FS1, Lee?” Harry asked, eating only a small amount of his breakfast.

 

“She crashed and came to rest belly up, the radio antennae is useless.  I can't say for sure the ELT is transmitting, so that will be the first thing I check.”

 

Harry nodded and then rubbed his temple cueing Lee to stand and offer his aid.  “Sir, I think you would be better off in bed now.”

 

Rhonda smiled as Lee stood to move the Admiral to the bedroom, just as she had planned.

 

“Perhaps for a short rest,” he relented reluctantly, hating that his current condition wouldn't allow for much more.

 

Lee lent his support this time as Harry leaned heavier than he intended.

 

“Thank you Lee,” Harry breathed out before he slid into a fast, deep sleep as Lee covered him with quilts.

 

Lee felt Harry's forehead and sighed, feeling heat emanating under his palm again.  Harry needed a doctor, but with the storm still raging outside there was little he could do.  Lee left, leaving the door open to receive heat from the fireplace and walked back to the table sinking into his chair as he thought through the possible options to get Harry the help he needed.  His concern was etched on his face as Rhonda slid her hand over the top of his and squeezed.  His eyes met hers and he offered a smile, then withdrew his hand and reached for his coffee taking a sip.

 

“I better see to the woodpile.”

 

Rhonda watched as he laced the heavy boots and then donned the jacket.  He left the cabin with no more said as Rhonda stared at the closed cabin door he had just vacated.  Flashes of memories tried to invade her mind.  Memories of staring at the door after she received the telegraph of Bobby's... Rhonda shut the memories down and willingly pushed them back to where they belonged; buried deep down where they couldn't hurt her anymore.

 

* * * * *

 

Chip finished briefing Admiral Jiggs Stark on FS1's disappearance and was ordered to report all relevant leads and then signed off leaving Chip to stare at the black screen on Harry's desk.  He cracked a small smile as Monica walked in carrying a load of maps.

 

“Sharkey just brought these, Chip,” she said walking towards the desk.  All of the sudden, she reached for her head, the maps fell to the floor fluttering in almost slow motion, and before Chip could even stand she crumbled to the floor in a heap.

 

“Monica!”

 

Chip's concerned yell brought Angie into the office immediately as Chip touched her face moving small strands of hair away.

 

“I'll get a cold compress,” Angie yelled over her shoulder, “and call Dr. Jamieson.”

 

Chip nodded barely acknowledging Angie's aid as he scooped his petite wife into his arms and carried her to Harry's sofa where he laid her down gently, taking a knee on the floor beside her.  Angie rushed back in with a cold towel for Monica's forehead.

 

“Jamie's on his way,” she said in a hushed tone.

 

A soft airy moan signaled Monica's consciousness returning as Chip sighed in relief.  She opened her eyes and scowled at the faces of her husband and friend staring down at her, when it dawned on her that she was laying on the sofa.

 

“What happened?” she said trying to rise.

 

“Whoa there Girl,” Chip said in gentle banter.  “Stay put until Jamie gets here.”

 

“Chip, did I faint?”

 

He nodded, trying to mask his concern in jestful play.  “If you wanted a nap you should have just told me,” he said feigning a smile.

 

“Oh what a mess,” she said, looking past Angie to the maps on the floor.

 

“I'll get it,” Angie assured her, rising to collect the barrage of paper strewn haphazardly across the floor.

 

“I'm sorry Chip.  You didn't need this added burden.”

 

“Hush,” he admonished.  Gone were the hard steeled eyes of the XO in full command mode as his eyes unashamedly revealed his concern for her.  “It's not your fault.  I shouldn't have dragged you here in the middle of the night.”

 

Monica's eyebrows creased in displeasure.  “You stop that Chip Morton.  I probably just need to follow my own advice and eat something,” she offered as Jamie walked in the office.

 

“That's probably good advice,” he said in his usual comforting doctor's tone. 

 

Chip moved out of the way as Jamie took her vitals and then gently moved her into a sitting position. 

 

“Do you feel dizzy?”

 

“No, I feel just fine.”

 

“Well her vitals are good, all indications are she's healthy and strong,” he said to Chip as Monica gave him a 'See I told you' look.  “But, I'd like for her to come to Med Bay and give me a blood sample, just to be on the safe side.”

 

Chip over-rode her impending protests, “That sounds like a good idea, Jamie.”

 

“Good.” Jamie stood and collected his supplies as Chip pulled Monica to her feet holding both hands in his.

 

“You let Jamie do his tests,” he gently admonished, “It's one less thing I have to worry about,” he finished, pulling out the big guns and knowing she wouldn't argue.

 

“Alright, but you'll all see that I'm just fine,” she offered, stopping to cup Chip's face in her hand.  “I really am fine Chip, you take care of things here and I'll be back in no time.”

 

Chip nodded and pulled together his XO demeanor calling Chief Sharkey who was hovering just outside the Admiral's door.

 

“Chief, assign Patterson to drive Mrs. Morton.”

 

“Aye Sir,” he replied, glad to have something to do to help.

 

The office emptied with Angie placing the maps on Harry's desk, and Jamie and Monica heading for Med Bay.  Chip walked to the desk and sat down in the executive chair behind the huge mahogany desk and began organizing the pile.  He wanted to be ready once the ELT's transmission was picked up again.  Once they knew the general area he'd pick the nearest airport and fly out to join in the rescue operations himself.

 

* * * * *

 

Lee brought in four arm loads of wood, enough to keep the fire burning throughout the night.  He shed his jacket, hanging it on the hook by the door and moved to stoke the fire once again.  From his place on the hearth he could see Harry sleeping, and lowered his eyes as he pondered just how their relationship had progressed from friends to like-brothers to something even deeper.  Harry filled a void that had been present for so long Lee hadn't even realized it was there, though he remembered vividly the day the void filled his life, almost taking him completely over in grief as a nine year old boy received the dreaded news of his father's death.  Contrary to what many told him, he never “got over it”, he just learned to live with it.  The longer he lived with the absence of his father the less the pain enveloped him, but he refused to allow his father to die in his heart.  So he encouraged his mother to talk to him about his Dad, wanting to learn everything he could.  The memories were all he had left, and he cherished them using his father as an example for the decisions he made in his own life. 

 

So he was more than a little surprised to realize the connection he had with Captain Nelson at the Academy.  Captain Nelson was larger than life, brilliant and an excellent tactician who fascinated Lee in those early years at the Academy.  Upon graduation, Lee was accepted at Groton but spent six months aboard a Destroyer waiting for his training slot to open up.  After successfully completing his training and receiving his promotion to Lt. Junior Grade, he was thrilled to be assigned to the Nautilus under Captain Nelson.  Those six months were a huge learning curve, and he still remembered the strong mentor relationship that he and Harry shared even then.  Then ONI tagged Lee for a six month tour in 'NAM, by the time he returned Harry had been promoted with his first star and Lee reassigned to ballistic submarines.  It seemed their paths had little chance of crossing again as both Lee and Harry rose in the ranks over the years.  Harry took an early retirement to see his dream of Seaview come into fruition and left the service as a three-star Admiral, receiving his fourth star later after a short temporary duty assignment with the Naval Nuclear Propulsion; filling in after the unexpected retirement of the current Admiral due to health issues.**  

 

Lee kept a distant watch, enjoying the Admiral's success with the Boat, even though the press and political enemies dubbed the fantastic windowed Seaview as Nelson's Folly.  Lee's naval career sky-rocketed with his unexpected promotion to full Commander and his assignment to command a new Los Angeles Class Fast Attack Sub, the Baton Rouge.  He was only six months into the assignment when he was pulled for the TDY aboard Seaview. 

 

The mission was too intense to analyze his feelings for being under Harry's command once again.  As Captain of Seaview, Lee was responsible for every man aboard as well as the mission's success.  But once the mission was completed and Lee had a chance to sleep off the tension, strain and bruises from being squeezed by the sea beast, he realized how much he would miss the working relationship he and the Admiral had forged on the mission.  He was also painfully aware how much he would miss the boat when Seaview made port.  Harry's fantastic submarine was more than anything he had imagined and he felt more than a little regret as he brought Seaview closer to Santa Barbara.  He was both surprised and delighted to receive Harry's invitation to take the Captaincy of Seaview, and from there the friendship grew.

 

They had been through so much together and had bonded as brothers in arms often do, but Lee also recognized the deeper relationship that the Admiral's mentoring fostered.  In his heart he knew that Harry was as dear to him as his father, never one taking the place of the other, but each one holding a special place just the same.  He was sure that the feeling was mutual, though neither one spoke of it directly.  They simply enjoyed the growing relationship and continued to forge strong loyalties of trust and admiration with each new adventure aboard Seaview.

 

So he was more than a little concerned for Harry's well-being just now.  He was more than a commanding officer, friend or even brother; and even if they never spoke of their growing relationship, Lee knew he would do whatever it took to protect Harriman Nelson.  He wasn't ready to lose two fathers.

 

* * * * *

 

Rhonda watched the play of emotions cross over Bobby's face as he sat on the hearth.  She was struck by his caring concern and longed for his attention.  She crossed the floor carrying two mugs of coffee and offered him one as she sat down next to him on the hearth.

 

“Thanks,” he said taking the mug gratefully.

 

“Are you worried about him?” She asked following Lee's eyes across to the bedroom.

 

“Yes, I think he's bleeding internally.  He needs to stay flat on his back until I get help,” Lee answered softly.

 

“You're not planning on trying anything with this storm going on?”

 

“It's only two miles to the flying sub.  If I can get the ELT working we'd have a head start on getting the Admiral the help he needs.  They'd be here as soon as the weather breaks,” he finished.

 

“Lee, you've already waded the river three times.  Sooner or later it's going to catch up with you.”

 

Lee took a sip of his coffee and answered calmly, “I'll be fine, I'm used to working in less than favorable conditions.”

 

“When will you try?”

 

“After lunch.”

 

Rhonda hung her head, “I really wish you wouldn't go, Bobby.”

 

Lee breathed in deeply and answered evenly.  “That's the second time you've called me Bobby.  Was Bobby your husband?”

 

“Yes,” she whispered and then reached to feel Lee's sleeve.  “This was one of his favorite shirts, I guess just having a man around the house again caused me to slip.”

 

“That's alright, I'll change back into my uniform if that helps,” he offered kindly.

 

“Don't be ridiculous, Lee.  You're more than welcome to his things.”  She let that linger a moment and then stood, “Well I'll see to lunch.  The sooner you go the sooner you can get back and get warm.”

 

Rhonda returned to the kitchen working through her confusion.  There were times she knew that the tall dark headed man was Lee Crane, and other times she knew with just as much clarity that he was Bobby.  But just as she was beginning to accept that her Bobby was gone her emotions would stir up the pain and she would will it down again.  Bobby had come back to her, he left before and got hurt, that's why it took so long for him to return.  She wasn't sure it was Bobby until she undressed him and saw the old bullet wounds.  That's when she knew the reports had been wrong and that Bobby hadn't died.  Now he wanted to leave again, she couldn't let him make this foolish mistake; she needed to protect him.

 

She worked up a quick lunch with the stew she had simmering on the stove and left over biscuits from breakfast.  She would have to think of a way to keep Bobby from going out into the storm.  An idea began to form as Rhonda watched Lee cross the floor to check on his father.  It was a bit drastic, but he would thank her in the long run.  She smiled to herself as she set the table, enjoying the sounds of Bobby's footsteps in the house.

 

* * * * *

 

Lee ate a quick lunch and helped to clear the table before getting ready to hike back to FS1.  The storm hadn't showed any signs of letting up and he hoped to increase the chances of a faster rescue by making sure the ELT was indeed functioning.

 

“Lee, before you leave will you help me move something around in my root cellar?” Rhonda asked as she moved a small area rug away revealing a horizontal door in the floor.

 

“Sure,” he answered pleasantly.

 

She raised the door revealing steps downward to a dug out cellar used for storing potatoes and other vegetables.  The cellar was dug deep enough to ensure the vegetables wouldn't freeze in the winter though it was a chilly forty-eight degrees inside. 

 

Lee followed her to the cellar where she moved out of his way as Lee took the first few steps down the wooden stairs.  His sixth sense alerted him when he felt a sudden swish of air and turned just in time to see the fireplace poker swinging in full force.  Instinctively he raised his arm to shield himself but as the poker impacted he lost his footing and tumbled down the stairs holding his arm.  He heard Rhonda's steps following him down the stairs and quickly tried to get up, moving to his hands and knees as he nursed the cracked ribs he sustained in the fall.  But before he could rise he was struck again, this time clipping head as he fell forward, another blow followed across his back as Lee plunged deep into a dark oblivion.

 

Rhonda's eyes were wild and full of insane fury mixed with passion.  She breathed fast hard breaths waiting to strike again if he moved and then tilted her head and lowered the poker as she realized that Lee was out cold.  The fury in her eyes strangely and instantly turned to a delusional peace as she looked down and sighed.

 

“Oh Bobby, you hurt yourself,” she said reaching down to drag him closer to a wooden structural support beam.

 

She examined Lee's wrist taking in the discoloration and swelling signaling a likely break and gazed dispassionately down at it.  She tilted her head again, realizing that she would have to tie him to keep him protected... it was the only way.  She laid his wrist down and moved for the rope stored in the cellar.

 

As she worked she sang an eerie tune as she lost herself completely in her quasi world.

 

“Hush little baby don't say a word,

Mama's going to buy you mocking bird...”

 

She hummed as she wrapped the rope around the support beam and pulled Lee's hands above his head, completely ignoring his apparent injury as she wrapped the rope over and over around his wrists securely binding him place. 

 

Rhonda ran her hand down Lee's cheek caressing his face and ignoring the blood collecting on her fingertips.  She looked down at his body stretched out before her and took in his long lean form.  Something stirred inside as the vulnerability of the position elicited exciting thoughts.  Slowly she ran her hands down his chest as he involuntarily winced when she reached his damaged side.

 

“Shhhh,” she hushed and began her song again.

 

“And if that mockingbird won't sing,

Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring...”

 

As she sang she unbuttoned his shirt and parted it, then laid down beside him snuggling up close and laying her head on his bare chest contently.

 

“Bobby, I've waited so long for you to come home.”

 

* * * * *

 

“We're getting a break in the weather Sir,” Halston reported.  “The storm is dying out, but any number of possibilities could be keeping the ELT from being received including cloud cover, trees even debris.”

 

If it's transmitting,” Chip clarified.

 

“Yes Sir.  But the ELT's are designed for high impact.  I'm banking that the beacon is still operational.  The clock we're running against is just how weak the battery supply is and how long it will hold out in the cold temperatures.”

 

Chip nodded, already well aware of the ELT's limitations.*** 

 

“Very well, Halston.  Return to your station and keep your ears sharp for the transmission.”

 

“Aye Sir.  I've got Sparks there now, between the two of us we won't miss it,” he offered with confidence.

 

Chip nodded as Halston turned on his heels to make his way to Communication Central, passing Monica and Patterson at the door.

 

“Mr. Morton?”  Patterson said interrupting Chip's thoughts.

 

Chip rose to meet Monica as Patterson waited at the door.  “Thanks Patterson.  Check with Chief Sharkey for your next duty.”

 

“Aye Sir.”

 

Chip held Monica in a tired hold, tilting his head to kiss her blond head beneath his embrace.

 

“What did Jamie say?”

 

“That I'm fine and I should follow my own advice and eat,” answering with a small smile.

 

“Good.  I'll have a sandwich with you.”

 

“What did I miss?”

 

“We may have a break in the weather coming up.  If the clouds clear we may get a signal from the satellite before the battery runs out on the ELT.  Without the beacon it will be an air search of at least a thousand of square miles based on their last radio transmission and FS1's sub Mach speed.”

 

When you get the beacon transmission, then what?”

 

Chip couldn't help but smile at the confidence Monica had regarding the search.  “Angie has a chartered jet standing by, I'll take a detail and we'll go lend whatever hand we can to find them.”

 

Monica nodded, added one more squeeze and then stepped back, reaching up on her tip toes to apply a soft kiss.

 

“I'll go see if Angie needs any help.”

 

Chip sighed, and walked back to the Admiral's desk.  He still had some planning to do, once they picked up the transmitter everything would move into high gear.

 

* * * * *

 

Harry moaned, his ribs and head protesting loudly in unison.  From his bed he could see the open horizontal door to the cellar and watched as Rhonda came up with a surreal smile, stopping to close the door and replacing the area rug.

 

He moved in bed trying to get comfortable and groaned unwillingly at the movement.  Rhonda stopped and looked toward the bedroom.  She was happy and content to have Bobby back home, and moved toward Harry with a smile.

 

“How are you feeling?” She asked with concern.

 

“I'm alright,” Harry answered politely ignoring his pain as there was nothing she could do to ease it at this point.

 

“Where is Lee?” he asked casually, thinking he was replenishing the wood as he promised.

 

“He left for the crash site.”

 

Harry's eyebrows sharpened, “Why did he do that?” Harry could still hear the storm raging and the plan was to wait until it died down.

 

“He was worried about you.  He said he wanted to make sure the emergency beacon was working.  I told him it wasn't a good idea to wade the river again, but he wanted to make sure a rescue team could find you,” she said flatly.

 

“He should have talked to me first,” Harry gruffed out, knowing it was just like Lee to do that instead of sitting tight for the weather to clear.

 

“All he could think of was taking care of you,” she said laying the responsibility for Lee's well-being cruelly at Harry's feet.  “I just hope he'll be okay, it's so cold outside.”  With that she stood and left the room smiling at the pain she inflicted as Harry lay on the bed clearly concerned with Lee's safety.

 

* * * * *

 

Lee's awareness returned with a sharp pain in his head screaming for attention.  As his cognizant abilities returned the totality of his injuries snuck up and bit him all at once as his broken wrist wreathed under the ropes and the newly cracked ribs protested his present position of lying on his back with his hands tied over his head.

 

He breathed deeply and focused, realizing that it was Rhonda who clobbered him.  He found it odd to be lying with his shirt open, since she obviously hadn't treated his injuries.  Lee tried calling for help but got no response and rested from his struggles to check out his “prison”.  It was cold and he realized he was shivering, adding to the misery he was currently ignoring. 

 

It was a root cellar, dug below the level of the freezing ground and made to store vegetables and fresh foods.  The cellar housed other items as it was also used for storage, but Lee saw nothing within reach to aid his escape.

 

He sighed again and replayed the events leading up to this bizarre situation.  It didn't take him long to realize that Rhonda was mentally unstable, and he supposed it had something to do with calling him Bobby.  He recognized her early attempts in offering to share her bed and understood she was more than “fragile”, she was disturbed. 

 

Immediately his concern shifted to Harry's safety.  Harry was in no shape to be fighting off a mad woman wielding a fire poker in full swing.  The pain in his wrist took that moment to spike; it was broken but thankfully not a compound fracture, he thought silently trying to find the silver lining in the dark clouds currently hovering over him.  

 

He had to find a way to reach her, to get her to release him.  Then he and Harry would high-tail it out of her cabin and return to the flying sub.  The storm would eventually die out, he just needed to gain her confidence to release him.  He didn't believe he could trust her once he was released and he hated to leave her alone in her present mental state, but couldn't risk Harry's health to her violent tenancies.  Lee sighed realizing there were two ways this could play out.  He could reason with her finding her moment of saneness to work upon, or he could “be” Bobby and gain her trust.  He didn't like the idea one bit, it would only add to her delusion and fortify the illness.

 

He made up his mind to try and reach the sane part of Rhonda Williams, if that didn't work he would do what it took to protect Harry.

 

* * * * *

 

Rhonda moved through the cabin, removing all signs of Lee Crane.  Eventually the storm would lift and the rescue team would find the downed aircraft.  Her cabin would be a logical place to check and they would find the wounded Admiral and take him to the hospital, then she and Bobby would finally be alone.

 

A surreal smile covered her face as she continued to hum, her eerie tune bouncing off the walls of the otherwise silent cabin.  She looked down at her arm load and proceeded to the cellar, she would stash his uniform away deep into a corner where it wouldn't remind her of their unpleasant years apart.  Bobby was a little confused right now, but now that he was home she would take care of him and he would never leave her again.

 

* * * * *

 

Lee stirred from his pain filled sleep as he heard the door open and saw light flooding down the stairs.  He watched as Rhonda walked down and recognized his uniform and shoes wadded unceremoniously in a pile.  She ignored him looking for a place to stash her armload, stuffing it behind some boxes stacked in the corner.  She stood back looking the boxes over, satisfying herself with their stealth location and began her humming again.

 

“And if that diamond ring turns brass,

Mama's going to buy you a looking glass...”

 

She turned and caught Lee's stare.  “Oh Bobby, you're awake!” She exclaimed with excitement and rushed to his side.  She sunk down beside him as if he weren't tied and lying in pain and cupped his face offering a kiss.

 

Lee didn't return her affection as she rose slowly sitting back on her haunches and sulking. 

 

“What's wrong Bobby?”

 

Lee took a deep breath in, “Rhonda, do you remember when I came to your cabin last night?”

 

Her eyebrows narrowed as if she didn't want to listen, but Lee continued.  “Remember how I was wet from crossing the river?  How my aircraft crashed in the woods?”

 

She nodded silently, dipping her head and watching him through her eyelashes.

 

“Remember I told you my name?” 

 

She refused to acknowledge his words. 

 

“Remember?  My name is Lee.”

 

“No,” she whispered out.  “That may be what they called you in the army, but you'll always be my Bobby,” she returned to her delusional state accentuated by the surreal smile plastered on her face.

 

She leaned over him again.  “Oh Bobby I've dreamed of you coming home to me,” she whispered, only inches from his face as she lowered herself trying to part his lips with her tongue.  Lee turned his head slightly causing her to back off.

 

“No Rhonda.  Remember, just remember.  My name is Lee Crane.  I'm not your Bobby.”

 

“Stop it!” she yelled holding her head in both hands as if his words were causing great physical pain inside.

 

“I don't know what happened to Bobby, but my name is Lee Crane.”

 

“No!” she yelled even louder.  “It's your father isn't it?  He came between us before!”

 

She rose to her feet with wild, unbridled hatred oozing out of her orbs as Lee recognized that her unstableness was going to turn violent once again, this time her focus was on Harry as she looked upward ready to fly up the stairs in her rage.  Lee didn't have time to think, he had to act.  Even if Harry could fight off her wild attack, his internal injuries would do him in before the rescuers arrived.

 

“Wait Rhonda, don't leave me please,” he let out in desperation.  She turned at the sound of his voice as he swallowed and tried to make it convincing.

 

“Please, I've missed you.”

 

The wild anger dropped from her face as she shifted moods in a heartbeat and returned to his side leaning over to offer her kiss again.  This time when her mouth reached his he was ready to receive her, parting his lips to deepen the kiss.  She soaked in his kiss, reveled in it and then sat back watching his eyes.

 

“I missed you too, Bobby,” she said in a breathy whisper as she ran her hands down Lee's chest stopping at his belt.

 

“No Rhonda, not like this.”

 

She looked at him with confusion in her eyes and Lee realized her emotions could shift at any second.

 

“Untie me, I want to touch you.”

 

She sighed as if trying to make up her mind.  “I can do all the work?” she offered, obviously not trusting him yet.

 

“No, I want it to be like before.  You remember?” Lee bluffed hoping her desires for mutual passion would win out.

 

She smiled with girlish mischief, “I remember.  You know I've dreamed of your homecoming... On the bear skin rug in front of the fire, with nothing but the glow of the fireplace lighting our lovemaking.  I dreamed about all the ways you used to touch me.”

 

“Untie me Rhonda,” Lee said with all the charm he could, offering sweet seduction in his expressive eyes.

 

“Soon my love, soon.  You're still sick.”  She leaned over and kissed him again and then climbed the stairs happily as Lee sighed in self-recrimination at the thought of seducing a mentally ill woman.  But he saw no other way out, as Rhonda closed the cellar door over him once again.

 

* * * * *

 

“Mr. Morton, I've got a signal!” Halston reported as Chip stood with the phone receiver in hand.

 

“Good job Halston.  Where are they?”  Chip's relief was evident though he kept his professional demeanor as he took the coordinates.   “Very well, I'll take it from here.”

 

“Aye Sir.”

 

Monica and Angie were waiting by the door having heard the change in Chip's voice.

 

“We've got coordinates,” he said allowing a smile to form as he pulled out region maps and began pin pointing the flying sub's position.  He ran his finger across the map until he found what he was looking for and then began firing off orders.

 

“Angie, get the chartered jet warming up, I've got a detail ready.  Tell them we'll be there within the hour.”

 

“Monica, get with Halston.  I need direct contact with the authorities in charge of the Search and Rescue.”

 

“Got it,” she said exiting just as fast.

 

“Chief, have the detail ready to roll in fifteen minutes.”

 

“Aye Sir.”

 

Chip took in a deep breath and looked over the map.  They were headed for the small town of Granby, Colorado, the closest civilization to the flying sub's position.  He quickly folded the map and grabbed the corresponding topical maps as Monica walked back in holding out a note.

 

“Here's your contact, Chip,” Monica said as Chip reached for the note in one hand and drew her close for a hug with the other.  He kissed the top of her head and then pulled away to look her into the eyes.

 

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked, still worried about her unexpected fainting spell.

 

“I'm fine Chip, I know you need to be there,” she assured him.  “I'll hold down the fort with Angie.”

 

He smiled and raised her chin to meet his mouth giving her a kiss and then a quick hug.

 

“I'll call you when we land, we'll keep you both informed,” he said addressing Angie in the doorway.

 

“We'll take care of things here, you just go find them,” Angie said barely holding in her emotions.

 

Chip squeezed Monica's hand one last time and then took off running, bypassing the elevator and taking the stairs down to the lobby instead.

 

* * * * *

 

Harry watched with concern as Rhonda made her way back up the root cellar a second time.  The surreal expression on her face and her glassy eyes only added to his suspicion that something was wrong.  Lee had been gone for hours, and though she showed great concern earlier her mood now was completely incongruous to the circumstances at hand.  And then there was Lee's uniform he saw her carry downstairs. 

 

He hadn't been awake long enough to witness her interactions with Lee, and so he couldn't even begin to guess that she had transferred all emotional attachment from her husband to Lee.  All he knew was something wasn't right, and Lee should be here by now. 

 

“The storm is clearing,” Rhonda said in light conversation standing in the bedroom doorway.  “The rescuers will be here soon.  They'll probably come by helicopter,” she added almost gleefully.

 

“Has Lee returned?”

 

“Oh yes.  He said the emergency beacon was working and he's was going to wait at the crash site and guide them here.”

 

Something didn't sound right, but Harry's brain wasn't quite up to par as he fought back the moans threatening to appear. 

 

“Sleep now, Admiral.  It may be morning before they get here,” she said with a cheerful smile.  Harry nodded his response and Rhonda left happily humming her eerie tune.

 

* * * * *

 

Chip and the detail touched down in Granby and were met by a Deputy Sheriff.

 

“Commander Morton?”

 

“Yes,” he replied looking for a name in return.

 

“Deputy Parsons.  If you'll follow me I'll take you to the SAR Command Post.”

 

Chip, Chief Sharkey, Kowalski and Patterson followed the Deputy to a hangar housing a rescue helicopter.  A fixed winged aircraft sat outside being pre-flighted for an obvious take-off as Chip was briefed.

 

“High winds are plaguing the mountain altitudes,” Dan Jenkins, in charge of the SAR explained.  “It's grounded the helicopter but we're going to send the plane up and get an idea for the condition of the aircraft.”

 

“What about this road?” Chip said drawing a finger to trace alongside the mountain and very close to the crash site coordinates.

 

“A three to four hour drive with not so favorable road conditions.  Weather is expected to clear tomorrow, in which case we can employ all our assets, land and air to the crash site.”

 

“Do you mind if I hitch a ride?” Chip inquired assertively and nodding toward the airplane on the tarmac.  He had come in full service dress, his military appearance adding validity to his request.

 

“I thought you just might say that.  See Raines over there, he'll get you set up with a flight suit.”

 

Chip offered his thanks and made his way to prepare for what he hoped would be a successful flight to spot the downed flying sub.

 

* * * * *

 

Harry tried to pull himself out of bed, but the low-grade fever had progressed to a full-blown fever ravaging his body and making him weak beyond belief. 

 

Rhonda appeared at his bedside, “Just rest Admiral.  Lee left me explicit instructions to keep you flat on your back.”

 

“Has he returned?”

 

“Yes, but he's exhausted.  He ate and fell asleep.  See?”  She moved slightly and Harry caught the sight of a form under blankets next to the fireplace.  He was relieved that Lee was back, though he couldn't understand why Lee hadn't waked him.  Still, the fever was raging and it hurt too much to think.

 

“If Lee wakes up, let him know I want to speak to him,” Harry asked as his eyes fluttered closed and more moans escaped.

 

Rhonda smiled, “Of course, Admiral.  Just sleep, everything will be just fine in the morning.”

 

* * * * *

 

Chip deboarded the plane and made his way to his Detail.  “FS1 is intact, but it came to a rest belly up,” he explained as the facial expression of the crew members lent their concern.  “But from what I can see there's a good chance they survived the crash landing.”

 

“Any signs of life?” Sharkey asked furrowing his forehead in inquiry.

 

Chip sighed.  “No.  No campfire, no lights inside... nothing.  But the Admiral and the Skipper know how to survive in the roughest of conditions, you know that.”

 

Kowalski and Patterson nodded and added their two cents worth with, “You got that right, Sir,” and “I'd bet on them any day,” as Chip nodded his agreement.

 

“We can't do anything until tomorrow morning.  Let's check in with the Institute, fill them in and find out where Angie has us bedding down for the night.”

 

“Aye Sirs” followed as the Seaview team walked back into the hangar to get the plan for tomorrow's rescue operations.

 

* * * * *

 

Lee closed his eyes working to put the pain in place.  The cracked ribs and the thumping in his head he could ignore, but the strain of having his broken wrist bound above his head was increasingly difficult to manage.  He breathed in as exhaustion threatened to pull him into a deep sleep when he heard the cellar door lift once again and soft eerie hums preceded Rhonda's steps downward.

 

“Oh good, you're awake.” Rhonda stood in a silky baby doll night gown that barely reached her upper thighs and plunged at the neck line as she dropped to her knees beside Lee.

 

“I brought your favorite pajama bottoms.  You never wore the shirt,” she smiled at the memory, “So I left it in the drawer.”

 

Rhonda leaned over offering another kiss to which Lee responded with fervor, hoping to ignite enough passion in her to want to untie him for his full attention.

 

She sat back breathless, “I think you're so sexy Bobby...”

 

“Rhonda, when are you going untie me?  It could be like it used to, we could go up by the fire, someplace... romantic,” Lee offered.

 

“Okay Bobby,” she all but giggled and pulled out a knife from a nearby storage bin.  She reached to cut his ropes and then sat back.

 

“You're not going to leave me again, are you Bobby?”

 

“No,” Lee lied, pained inside for the agony of Rhonda's mental state.  As she reached to cut the rope, Lee determined he would do what he needed to do as gently as possible. 

 

With his hands free, he painfully unwrapped the rope from his damaged wrist as he breathed heavily.  Rhonda helped him move into a sitting position as Lee offered her a pained smile.

 

“Let's go upstairs next to the fire,” he suggested as her eyes danced with expectancy.

 

She took Lee's good hand and guided him upstairs, where Lee caught a glance at Harry still in the bed.  He made sure not to turn his attention from her and moved to sit on the hearth.  It had been so cold down in the cellar and he shivered despite the warm fire at his back.  Rhonda responded by placing the red and black throw over his shoulders as Lee wrapped himself and then opened his arm to allow her into his cocoon.

 

“It's been so good to have you back, Bobby.  I just knew the telegram was wrong, I knew you hadn't died in Vietnam,” she said as she snuggled in Lee's arm and the final piece of the puzzle fell into place as he realized he was holding another victim of the war.

 

“Rhonda, do you remember the times I used to hold you like this?”

 

“Yes,” she purred, her memories a sweet balm.

 

“That's what I want to do tonight.  Just hold you.”

 

She pulled away to look into his eyes.  “Don't you want to make love?”

 

“Of course I do, but this is important.  I want to hold you.  I want to make you feel safe and secure.”

 

She sighed contently, “It's been so long since I felt safe.”

 

“I know, and I'm sorry I had to go away.”

 

“You're here now, that's all that matters.”

 

Lee sighed, as he contemplated the wounded hearts left over by the Conflict.  The returning soldiers had so little support, and Lee knew some who had instantly changed from their uniforms upon landing to avoid the protestors waiting to greet their arrival home.  Post Traumatic Syndrome was just beginning to be understood as a real medical condition as the soldiers returned home too wounded to speak of their experiences.  But Rhonda's condition had accentuated a little understood casualty of 'Nam, the wounded hearts of the loved ones waiting at home. 

 

They moved down to the floor allowing their backs to rest against the hearth as Rhonda laid heavily in his arms, as if the delusion of keeping Bobby alive had exhausted her physically.  He held her and cradled her, rocking her back and forth until she fell into a deep slumber.  Lee held on tightly for hours, and then laid her gently on the bear skin rug in front of the fire.  He pulled the throw over her, stoked the fire and then quietly moved to check on Harry.

 

* * * * *

 

“Admiral?”

 

Harry roused immediately, despite his fever and caught sight of Lee looking like he'd been through another crash landing.  A new gash with dried blood was present on his forehead, and he held his wrist and side protectively.  Harry tried to rise as he caught sight of Lee's condition, but Lee gently guided him down.

 

“I'm okay Sir.”

 

“What happened Lee?”

 

“Rhonda... she somehow decided I was her dead husband, Bobby.  She got violent, but I think she's contained right now.”

 

“Did you restrain her?”

 

“No, and I don't want to press charges,” Lee sighed as he sat on the edge of Harry's bed.  “She needs help Admiral, not a jail cell.  But I also know that until she deals with his death she's a danger to others, maybe even herself.  I just want to do what I can to help.”

 

Lee hung his head looking towards the fireplace at Rhonda sleeping contently.  “Her husband died in 'Nam,” he said quietly as Harry listened silently, sensing Lee's need to talk.

 

“You know Sir, to this day my mother doesn't even know that I spent six months there,” indicating the secret nature of his ONI assignment.  Not even the ribbon board Lee wore on his dress uniform reflected his service in Vietnam, much like all of his ONI missions they were conducted in secret.

 

Harry nodded, recognizing a very private and sincere conversation was taking place, and he was honored to be part of it.  “Were you attached to a platoon?”

 

“Only when I was awaiting new orders.  I spent most of my time playing commando alone in the jungle, crossing enemy lines and securing Intel.  I infiltrated several enemy camps to get what they wanted,” he replied distantly.

 

He sighed audibly and dipped his head, then turned it decisively toward Harry, looking him straight in the eyes.

 

“I just know what hell it was there, and I see the same hell in her eyes.  She can be reached again, she deserves to find a way back to happiness.  But...” Lee changed his demeanor, “I can't allow her to get violent again.  I don't think she will Admiral, she was just desperate.”

 

“Rhonda told me the storm was passing, she believes the rescuers will be here tomorrow, if the ELT is still transmitting,” Harry stated bringing Lee up to date on their situation.

 

“Let's hope it is Sir.  I can't leave you alone with her, she's not stable enough.  Hopefully, we'll hear the helicopter in the morning.  I'll burn green wood in the fireplace, that should send up a good smoke signal,” he added with a small smile as he stood.

 

“I'm going to go back now Sir, she'll be alright if she feels safe.”

 

“Be careful, Lee.”

 

He smiled confidently, “Always Sir.”

 

Lee returned to the bear skin rug and sat against the hearth with his knees drawn to his chest as he gazed out, seeing nothing.  Harry watched as Lee took a deep breath and then drew Rhonda up to rest her head on his lap as he laid a protective hand across her back.  He adjusted the blanket across her shoulders and tilted his head down to get some much needed sleep.

 

* * * * *

 

The morning light filtered in through the red gingham curtains hanging on the windows.  Lee woke to find Rhonda looking up at him, as she smiled and moved to sit beside him.

 

“How are you feeling?” Lee asked her, hoping to see the “real” Rhonda inside, not the tortured delusional woman he sat with all night.

 

“Good.  I don't think I've slept that good since...” her voice trailed back as Lee recognized the lack of glossiness in her eyes this morning.

 

“Rhonda, who brings your fresh supplies?”

 

“A friend.”

 

“But who?”

 

“Bobby's fa--ther....” her voice trailed off on the last word as she gazed forward to Harry in the bed and then back to Lee and swallowed hard.

 

“You do know that I'm not your Bobby?” Lee took a calculated risk at seeing the sharpness in her eyes, and the accompanying kindness therein.

 

She stared straight ahead and whispered sadly, “Yes.” 

 

Then drew her knees to her chest and began rocking back and forth as Lee feared that she was falling down that deep cavern of delusion once again.  Quickly he took her into his arms as she all but climbed onto his lap and rocked her back and forth.  Within seconds her whimpers turned to sobs as she cried out, “Oh Lee, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry.” 

 

She continued to cry her tears of regret at her violent outburst then moved into the grief she had not allowed herself to bear as Lee held her tighter.

 

“I'm sorry, I always thought I'd be stronger than this,” she sobbed in between her tears.

 

Lee held her tight and began to hum a soft tune as her sobs eventually wound down to silent tears.  As she quieted he turned his hum to softly sing into her ear.

 

“Lean on me, when you're not strong,

And I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on.

 

For it won't be long, till I'm gonna need,

Somebody to lean on...”

 

Over and over he sang the song rocking her gently as she took in his strength, gathering some up for herself.

 

* * * * *

 

From Harry's bed he witnessed the kind act of Lee's heart reaching out to Rhonda as a friend, as the eerie tune that Rhonda had filled the cabin with earlier dissipated.  Gone was the strange Southern Lullaby that spoke of promises and dreams that were never attained as it was replaced with the hope that a friend offered in one's time of need. 

 

* * * * *

 

Rhonda gathered herself together and pulled away, it was mid-morning now and she realized that she had stayed protected in Lee's arms all morning.  Lee's soft song didn't take her pain away, but it did remind her to let others in, and this new reality became her anchor.

 

“Thank you Lee,” she said and rose to make coffee. 

 

Lee stood and stretched then tilted his head to listen to an approaching sound in the distance; he smiled knowingly recognizing the sound of a rescue helicopter in the air.

 

* * * * *

 

Chip was among the rescuers as Harry was loaded in a stretcher, grumpy because he couldn't walk out.

 

“Don't let him fool you, Chip.  He's got his own injuries,” Harry added, partly groggy from the pain medication the first responder had administered.

 

“I'll take care of it Admiral,” Chip said, pleased to see both Harry and Lee in mostly one piece.

 

Rhonda's cabin was full of activity as she sided up next to Lee.

 

“I guess you'll be leaving now,” she said quietly, still in control but fragile in her emotions.

 

Lee turned toward her, “It's time to let people in, Rhonda.”  He held out his hand for her to take, “I'm sure Bobby's father has been worried about you.  I'll take you to him.”

 

Rhonda reached out with a shaky hand, knowing that this step would make her face her pain.  She had carried it so long; nourished it, and even kept it alive by not allowing herself to grieve.  She took his hand understanding that this was her first step in a long road ahead, but she finally felt it was possible; if her strength wasn't enough she would borrow from a friend.

 

Lee offered a comforting smile and escorted Rhonda to the waiting helicopter.

 

* * * * *

 

Lee sat contently in Harry's hospital room, having been treated for his injuries.  His wrist was casted, his ribs taped, and a small butterfly band-aid graced his forehead.  He had been released last evening and felt better after a good night's sleep in the hotel.  Harry had undergone surgery and had thankfully been repaired internally.  His broken ribs were also taped but his head sported four stitches under his square gauze band-aid.  Chip stood on Harry's other side, pleased with the happy outcome of the search.

 

“Chief Sharkey and I will take the detail to the crash site and right the flying sub.  We'll start affecting repairs from there.  I think we can patch her up enough to fly to the airport here, otherwise we'll cart her up and bring her down the mountain on a flatbed,” Chip reported.

 

“Good.  You've done a fine job, Chip,” Harry acknowledged, not one to just throw out compliments without merit.

 

“Thank you, Sir.  Well, I better get on the Detail.  I'll talk with you when we get back Lee.”

 

“Thanks Chip,” Lee said offering an easy familiar smile.

 

Chip hadn't been gone too long when a knock on the door was heard and Matthew Williams peeked around the door.

 

“May I come in,” he asked.

 

Lee stood, “Of course, Mr. Williams.”

 

He entered fully and moved to the foot of the bed.  “I just wanted to thank you for bringing Rhonda home... and for not pressing charges,” he added sincerely.  “I see now that I was wrong to let her stay there alone all those years.  But now that she's home I'll take care of her,” he promised.

 

Lee had informed the authorities of her illness and the violent episode, he couldn't responsibly not reveal those facts in case she relapsed.  But he also refused to press charges and Rhonda had been released to the guardianship of her father-in-law, under the care of a doctor.

 

“What she needs is help and a lot of love,” Lee offered sincerely.

 

“She was Bobby's wife, the love of his life.  That makes her my daughter, and I will always take care of her,” he answered sincerely, his voice breaking in emotion.  He reached his hand for Lee's taking it in a strong handshake and nodding at Harry, still unable to speak as a tear ran down his face.

 

“Thank you again,” he said and left the hospital room quickly before he broke down completely.

 

Lee sighed at the strong emotions still hovering in the air and then returned to his chair.

 

“I think you did the right thing Lee,” Harry encouraged.  “The mind is a powerful tool, in this case it preserved her life.”

 

“How so?” Lee questioned, slightly confused.

 

“Her pain was too deep to bear alone, and her mind perceived that she was in danger of shutting down completely, perhaps even causing herself harm.  It acted in self-preservation, creating a world she could tolerate.”

 

“An existence where her Bobby still lived.”

 

“Yes,” Harry reasoned.  “It's not a healthy place to be,” Harry continued, “and the results were nearly catastrophic, but it was also her mind's way of crying out for help.”

 

Lee nodded.  Harry was a student of many sciences, including Behavioral, and Lee was sure his account of Rhonda's illness was as valid as her doctor's now attending her.

 

“You were her connection to reality, Lee.  You brought her back from the edge to a place where she could be reached.”

 

“I just hope she can finally be free and begin to enjoy life again,” Lee offered sincerely, saddened that the effects of the Conflict were still raging war on the soldiers and families even years later. 

 

He shook off the heavy mood with a silent blow of the breath and stood offering a pleasant relaxed smile, glad to move on from the events on top of the mountain.

 

“I think I'll check with Chip before he leaves for the crash site.”

 

“Fine Lee,” Harry answered watching Lee leave; silently pleased with the son of his heart and vowing to tell him so... someday.

 

* * * * *

 

Several days later Sharkey was still conducting the recovery operations in Colorado having removed FS1 to the airport.   Seaview's Detail began affecting repairs as Harry, Chip and Lee made their way home on the chartered jet.  Harry was under doctor's orders to rest, but was allowed to do so at home with Jamie's promise of house visits to make sure he was really resting.  Lee was ordered to take a few days leave but talked Harry into giving the leave to Chip instead, leaving Lee to happily oversee the Institute for a few days.  Chip was only too happy to take the three day leave and headed eagerly home to see his wife.

 

When he got home he was greeted to a candlelight dinner and Monica waiting for him in one of his favorite dresses; showing just the right amount of cleavage and leg to get him going.  He smiled, pulling her into his arms and noticed the bottle on the table.  He furled his eyebrows as he picked up the unfamiliar label of chilling “wine” that turned out to be apple cider as his eyebrows furled in question.

 

“Have you sworn off the bottle?” he quipped with laughter.

 

“Only for the next nine months,” she replied and then reached for her stomach, placing a loving hand across it almost without thinking.

 

Chip's eyes widened, as her statement hit home.  “You're pregnant?” He asked in excitement as she nodded with a wide grin.

 

“Jamie confirmed it with the blood test.  I had no idea.  Are you pleased?”

 

Chip laughed out loud and picked her up swinging her around the room as much as the small confines would allow, and then reached down to kiss her deeply.

 

“What do you think?” He answered in response to her question.

 

“I think, you're going to make a great daddy,” she grinned.

 

“Daddy?”  Chip laughed, trying to get used to the new name he'd soon be sporting as the two settled down at the candlelit table holding hands and smiling profusely.

 

The phone took that opportunity to ring as Chip rolled his eyes in mock disgust for the untimeliness of the call and answered.

 

“Hello,” he said still smiling at his wife across the room.

 

“Uh... this is Uncle Lee, I was just wondering if you and Monica would care to celebrate tomorrow evening?  My treat,” he finished.

 

“Sounds good, Uncle Lee,” Chip answered with the two sharing a laugh and rendering their goodbyes as Chip returned to his wife for some private celebrating of their own.

 

* * * * *

 

Lee hung up the phone smiling contently to himself and pondering the ironic nature of life.  He hoped that with love and help Rhonda would have a new beginning.  The irony found in the fact that her new beginning would be found in facing Bobby's death while Chip and Monica embraced theirs in the new life Monica was now carrying.  He wondered how the new baby would change their lives, and how his and Chip's friendship would be affected, but decided that the cycle of life required change and change was a good thing if it meant a new life.

 

As he pondered the idea of new beginnings he couldn't help but return to the mountain in Colorado where he realized that there had been two salvageable wrecks on the mountain top.  One was FS1, the other the fragile life of Rhonda Williams.  They would both need a lot of tender loving care, but when the repairs were completed he had hopes of both flying high again.

 

He nodded to himself and headed out to his deck humming in quiet contentment as he watched the sun set on the horizon signaling the end of the day and the hope of a tomorrow.

 

The End

 

Lean On Me

 

 

 

 

*Song Credits:

Hush Little Baby, a Southern Lullaby Folksong, Author Unknown, Public Domain

 

Lean on Me, written by Artist: Bill Withers, Released in 1972 on the album: Still Bill.

Link to listen to Bill's powerful song:     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPoTGyWT0Cg

 

**4 Star Admirals – Just helping Irwin Allen out a bit.  Nelson was a three star Admiral at the show's beginning and was promoted mid-way through the first season to four stars.  Four Stars are not just a natural promotion from three stars, they are specifically tied to high level positions of command, in other words the fourth star comes with the position and upon completing the duty the Admiral will demote back to three stars or more than likely retire.  There is an exception to four star promotions, if upon retiring the military wishes to reward an Admiral for combat experience.  Since Harry's promotion came after his retirement I figured he must have done a short TDY in a four-star position; tagging him for the Nuclear position made the most sense to me and that's how he got his fourth star after retirement.  : )  PS – If my research has left me a little confused I'm going to chalk it up to writer's privileges and go with it anyway.  : )    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Admiral_(United_States)

 

***ELT – Emergency Locator Transmitter - I relied on technology from the late 70's to dictate the limitations of the emerging technology and add validity to the story details.  (Plausibility is the fan fiction writer's best friend : )

 

Author's Notes:  The scene depicting Lee's account of fellow soldiers changing out of their uniforms to avoid the protestors was based on a firsthand account shared with me by a Vietnam Vet when I was a young woman some thirty years ago.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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