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The Fall – Chapter 2
Story written on May 16, 2010 by layla_gray.
A loud booming voice shouted from afar, "She’s coming in, ladies!"
They turned to catch Buzz waving and pointing to the sky. They followed his gaze immediately; a blinking red light could be seen emerging from the clouds, followed soon by the much-welcomed sight of a Cessna C-34 gliding smoothly across the sky, its bright color of canary yellow stark against the dark background.
"Oh my God, she’s coming in!" Alice echoed in excitement, hopping on her feet.
"Come on! Let’s go!" Shane laughed, tugging Alice along to the end of the airstrip.
They ran together, hand in hand, rain pelting against their skin, each with an eye fixed on the plane.
"Told you not to worry," Buzz said smiling when they reached his side. "She’s ready; your girl is going to be a great pilot."
"Darn right she is, thanks to you." Alice gave him an appreciative pat on the back.
Together they watched as the plane began its descent, cheering as the wheels touched the ground and slowed to a stop.
From inside the cockpit, they could see their dear friend, Dana Fairbanks pumping her fist in the air triumphantly. Grinning from ear to ear, she ran towards them and scooped her friends up in a hug, "I did it! I flew solo!"
Beside them, Buzz looked on proudly. When Dana first came to him with a wad of cash in hand, asking for flying lessons, he dismissed her as a rich brat who had simply gotten tired of playing princess and had been stupidly inspired by the likes of Laura Ingalls, Beryl Markham and Amelia Earhart to believe she could actually followed in their footsteps. He had expected her to give up after a few sessions, but she soldiered on stubbornly. He developed an admiration for her persistence and found himself defending her when her disapproving father came, demanding he ceased these lessons, threatening to shut down his flying school if he didn’t.
Buzz Wallace was never one to back down easily; he had watched as his young wife and daughter died of tuberculosis, fought and survived the Great War, coming home a broken man before finding the strength to rebuild his life. He sure wasn’t going to be beaten into submission by a rich bully. He stood his ground, telling Irwin Fairbanks, in no uncertain terms, that should he come around again with threats, he would drop-kick him all the way back to Beverly Hills.
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Layla-Gray!! You’re back! And you are too funny dragging Jo and Blair and Bianca and Maggie right along with you! I couldn’t have been happier to see your name pop up. And which is greater, this wacky crossover of women or setting it all during WWII??? Welcome Back, great start!
I do love how this is all coming together. thanks :)
I’m not really familiar with the other pairings but this is super interesting. More soon please. Thanks
Intrigue, intrigue. Bring it on please.