First time was to impress that one admiral’s daughter he was running after.
Second time was when he and Ice were on two different deployment. Mav got a call from Slider about how Ice was in the hospital because he was injured. Maverick being the no-great-thoughts human that he is, thought it would be the best idea to take an F-14 to go see his boyfriend.
“Anyways it’s not going to be dangerous, he’s literally on a base so I can land properly.”
(He somehow convinced Merlin to follow him.)
((Mav took the whole blame.))
Truth be told, Slider forgot to precise that Ice just had a mild-concussion and a sprained ankle, no life threatening injuries.
(When Tom woke up and saw Pete asleep right by his side, he melted.)
((Then, he gave that one death glare to Ron when he learned what happened.) )
This ride along was such an eye opener! Lucy really got to know and understand Tim better through learning about the dysfunctional, abusive relationship he had with his dad but it was crucially important that she didn’t view him as a monster despite everything he did to her as a rookie because it made her a better cop and was never intended to cause lasting harm. Her opinion of him clearly matters more than anyone else’s and he was instantly relieved to hear her say “you’re nothing like him” 🥺 and just like that it strengthened their bond and brought them closer.
"The sea," she gasped out—nonsensically, but they were the only words that would come. "The sea."
He said nothing. His stiff posture was softening, his arm tightening around her.
"I was there," she stuttered at last, between sobs, "and I was safe and happy, and then…then it turned into something else. Someone was calling, screaming for me, but I…I couldn't get to them. There were hands around my throat. I couldn't make a sound."
"Shhh." He was rocking now, back and forth, an instinctive movement as though he were cradling a newborn animal, breathing out the same gentle sound he made to calm Melynlas. The hypnotic rhythm of it overlaid the ragged surface of her mind, like a balm spread across roughened skin. Her breath slowed as she sank into it, her sobs fading into occasional hiccups, then stillness. She rested against him in a half-trance. The dream-images still drifted in her mind, awful, but without the venomous bite of terror.
"I'm sorry," he murmured at last. "I always hoped your being here would stop your nightmares."
She released a shuddering sigh. "If they didn't stop here, I think they never will. How shall I bear them on Mona?"
Without you? She did not say it aloud. Barely allowed it to herself. But the rhythm of his rocking hitched for just a moment, before continuing on, and she felt his arm tighten even further.
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