Jilleen Adel Simmons (absolutelysheba) wrote in bsg_avalon, @ 2010-10-24 18:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | james chase, jilleen simmons |
Long Distance
WHO: Jilleen Simmons and James Chase
WHERE: Hanger Deck Delta, Battlestar Avalon
WHEN: Y02 04 12
She heard the gears lock, and then she immediately pressed the large button on the panel with her palm. The Raptor main hatch popped open releasing access air pressure with a whoosh, the hatch then lifted up. She glanced at the back of Lt. Ramai’s head for a brief second, and then at the ECO. “I’m outta here, see you later guys.” Jilleen did not wait for the hatch to fully open before she ducked and stepped out.
Vice Admiral Pierce had already arrived in a separate raptor long before they could leave the air field due to the crash. Jilleen hated to be late, but in this case it was unavoidable. Just the same she hurried to be by her Admiral’s side.
The hanger deck was full of activity with the air group getting ready to fly for the military review, and double checking of aircraft after loosing one on Tauron. She had heard over the wireless who the pilot had been and that Achilles was alright. She was glad he made it out because it was always sad when an air group lost a single pilot.
Jilleen stood out in her dress gray uniform among the orange and yellow coveralls and pilot green flight-suits as she quickly walked through the hanger deck to one of the exits. Before reaching the hatch, it opened and out stepped her husband wearing an urban camo-patterned battle dress utility uniform.
“James,” she halted.
“I’d hope catch you,” he said.
She nodded. “Well, I’m running late ...”
“Come on, Jill. The admiral isn’t going to care if his aide is not by side to get his coffee,” he said.
“What?” Jilleen gave him a glare.
“Jill don’t give me that, you’d always joked about it, and you know I’m joking.” It was true, she always made fun of herself as an aide-de-camp and the stereotype. “Give me a few minutes?”
Her eyes looked down at ground as she considered it, meanwhile others were walking passed them to and from the exit. After a second, she looked up at him. “Okay, a few minutes.”
“Let’s not,” he paused as a deckhand walked by them. “Not here,” he grabbed her arm to urge her to follow him. They both walked to a bay where a Viper was parked and no one around to interrupt them.
“James I get it, you’re sorry about this morning. Blah, blah, blah.” She crossed her arms.
“You’re incredible Jill. You think the gods made the twelve worlds for you, and that everyone should drop everything because you want attention.” He shook his head. “I tried to explain to you that I couldn’t get away yesterday, and I am sorry you had to wait all day for me. I didn’t ask ...”
“Right, you didn’t ask for this.” Her eyes looked away from him. “You have to prove yourself.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
Jilleen looked at him again. “You’ve changed,” her gaze softened. “Ever since what happened to you on Sagittaron,” she sighed recalling the moment aboard Pegasus when she received word of James’s injuries after an ambush years earlier. She had just returned from a training sortie when the CAG meet her at her fighter inside the hanger deck to notify her of her husband’s situation.
“What does that have to do with us now?” he asked.
“There is a distant part of you that I can’t reach, its like I’ve been shut out. On the surface everything seems okay, but there are times that I can’t seem to get through to you.”
“You only have to say something Jill.”
“That’s it really, I shouldn’t have to say anything, I’m your wife,” she reached out for his hand. “I may not be very good at it.”
Instead of only holding his wife’s hand, he stepped in and then wrapped his arms around her. “I can’t ask for anyone better.” They held each other for a long embrace near the wing of the viper. In his arms he heard her say, “I don’t want to lose you.”
“You are not going to,” he looked into her green eyes. “As the Gods as my witness, I will never stop loving you, no matter how stubborn you are.” She laughed and then reached to kiss him. They shared a couple more kisses before they separated. Neither one of them cared who saw their display of affection.
“I’ve got to go,” said Jilleen as she wiped at the edges of her eyes. “I don’t know who long the Admiral will stay aboard, but if it’s possible I’ll try to get away.”
“Okay, I don’t have any plans on leaving the ship in the next twenty-four hours, but someone else might,” he shrugged his shoulders.
“I can’t make any promises, either.” She straighten her uniform, and then quickly gave him one last kiss before she walked away. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” he told her before she turned around and walked away. He watched her until she disappeared behind another viper toward the exit to take her into the greater hull of the battlestar. He wanted to spend more time with her but they both had busy lives.