Merry Christmas [ 10/11 ]
Title: Merry Christmas
Fandom: Sea Patrol
Pairing: Mike/Kate
Words: 2320
Summary: 'She’d almost been glad when she’d heard that they were being crash sailed. It meant that instead of spending Christmas sitting at home moping about the fact that she had no one to spend it with she would be on the Hammersley with her friends.'
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
HMAS Hammersley Passageway
2341, 23rd December, 2010
Dutchy watched his designated passageway intently, but made sure he was watching the others out of the corner of his eyes too. He’d been left in charge of watching the passageway near the bridge with RO and Charge, since Swain had designated him too injured to take care of the last guard.
He was fine, his arm stung a little and he knew it would probably kill the next day - but he didn’t care. There were more important things to worry about at that moment than bullet wounds.
Like the X.
All he could think of was that they had to get her to safety. He might be able to play brave with a bullet wound to his arm but he could only imagine how much her injuries were hurting her - and how much damage they were doing.
His thoughts were interrupted by footsteps coming from close by. He raised the gun he’d taken from the assailant in the engine room and watched as RO and Charge made their way next to him.
A moment later Bird and Ryan stepped around the corner, armed only with an emergency hammer.
Dutchy dropped his gun and held a finger to his mouth to make sure they remained quiet. He didn’t miss the relief on Bird’s face and for a moment he almost thought she was about to run at him and hug him, but she refrained.
Ryan’s reaction was harder to read, he pulled out paper and pen from his pocket and scribbled on it, holding the paper up to Dutchy.
Where is Mike?
Dutchy pointed at the bridge. Ryan nodded and put the paper back in his pocket. There were more footsteps and Dutchy raised his weapon again, noting that Bird did the same with her emergency hammer.
The next face around the corner was Swain, followed by 2Dads pushing the remaining assailant.
They all breathed a sigh of relief.
All they had left was to reclaim the bridge and they were done.
2Dads signalled that he would stay with the assailant. Dutchy acknowledged it with a nod and then nodded at the bridge. The others all stood, ready to go.
They were going to fight for their home.
HMAS Hammersley Bridge
2343, 23rd December, 2010
Mike watched Marcus pacing the bridge in the dark.
‘I didn’t think any of them would fall for that,’ Marcus stopped and glared at Mike. ‘Hopefully your call to Navcom was more convincing than your announcement to your crew.’
Mike didn’t respond. He’d given up talking to this guy, since he wasn’t really listening to him anyway. He just needed someone to shout at and Mike seemed to be the appropriate person.
The big Samaruan guy, Rohan, was guarding the entrance, Marcus hadn’t been too pleased to find him tied up since he was convinced he’d left Charge alone on the bridge. Rohan had argued for a minute that a girl had come out of the cupboard and hit him over the head but Marcus didn’t seem to believe him.
Mike had smiled.
It sounded like something Bird would do.
The radio sprung to life and they all stopped and looked at it. No one spoke. Marcus raised his handgun at Mike.
‘Answer it,’ he demanded.
Mike picked up the radio reciever. ‘This is Commander Mike Flynn of the HMAS Hammersley.’
‘Put me onto Marcus,’ a distinctly female voice said on the other end of the radio.
Mike frowned. The voice sounded familiar but he couldn’t place it. Marcus grabbed the radio from him.
‘Carly, I told you not to make contact,’ Marcus didn’t sound happy.
Carly.
Mike turned to look out the window. There was something very familiar about this but he couldn’t place it.
‘I want to be on the ship when you hit the base,’ Carly replied.
‘We don’t need you, stay safely hidden and we’ll let you know when it’s all over,’ Marcus didn’t sound happy.
‘This is for my Dad, I want to be there.’
Walsman.
Carly Walsman.
Ray Walsman’s daughter.
‘Your dear father wouldn’t want you anywhere near what’s about to go down in Cairns,’ Marcus replied. ‘Marcus, out.’
He disconnected the radio by pulling the cable and stormed back towards the Captain’s chair, pulling the tinsel off it in anger and taking a seat. Mike wanted to be annoyed that the other man was sitting in his chair, but instead he found himself smiling at the fact that someone had covered it in tinsel.
And the fact that he’d just figured out who was behind all this.
Bang.
Mike and Marcus both swung around to see Rohan on the floor, Dutchy standing over him and the rest of the crew not far behind. Mike smiled as Marcus’s grimace worsened and he lifted his hand gun to aim it at Mike’s head. Dutchy had his weapon aimed directly at Marcus.
No one said anything for a moment.
‘What did you do to my radio?’ RO broke the silence.
Marcus glanced at him, surprised at the strange comment. Mike saw his opportunity, grabbing the handgun and tackling Marcus. In what seemed to take minutes instead of seconds they both fell to the ground.
A shot fired off.
For a moment Mike didn’t breathe, afraid he’d been shot, or that Marcus had been. After a few seconds he realised they were both fine and he knocked the gun out of Marcus’s hands.
He wanted to hurt the man so much. He’d shot Kate, almost killed her, and he’d been so smug about it. Mike had never felt that way in his life before; he was almost disappointed that the gun had fired into the distance and not into Marcus.
He felt the crunch under his fist as he punched the other man’s nose and he knew he shouldn’t have felt so satisfied but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. Marcus knew what that was for.
He fell backwards onto the ground in exhaustion at the same time he heard Dutchy and Swain shouting ‘Boss’. He’d almost forgotten the others were there. He didn’t care.
Charge and Ryan were pulling Marcus to his feet before Mike paid attention again. He wasn’t sure where his sudden exhaustion had come from but he couldn’t find the energy to stand up.
He was getting too old for fist fights.
‘Sir, everything OK?’
He looked up at Bird and smiled. ‘Yeah, it is. Thanks, Bird.’
The next thing he knew Swain was holding a hand out to him and he found his will to stand. He turned to find RO reconnecting the radio.
‘RO,’ he commented, finding the Captain inside of him again.
‘Yes, sir?’ he replied.
‘Call Navcom, notify them that we have the insurgents in custody - for real this time - and that we need an emergency medivac for Captain Palmer and the X,’ the words felt good to finally say.
‘Yes, sir,’ RO turned back to his equipment.
Mike looked around the bridge.
Things were almost back to normal.
He turned to Swain.
‘We should move the X and Captain Palmer to the ward room,’ Swain suggested, his face still grim.
Mike felt his insides sinking again. He’d almost forgotten how bad their situation really was. He nodded.
‘Charge,’ Mike turned to look at him. ‘You have the ship.’
‘Aye, aye, sir,’ Charge replied, smiling.
Mike was comforted that someone was smiling but he was aware that things could still go very wrong for Kate. They were about to leave when RO stood up.
‘Sir, it’s the HMAS Melbourne,’ RO stated. ‘They’ll be here in less than ten minutes.’
This time Mike almost smiled. Help was on the horizon.
HMAS Hammersley Austere
2357, 23rd December, 2010
Jim looked up as Mike and Swain entered. Him and Kate had been sitting pretty much in silence since their earlier conversation. He hadn’t been sure what had come over him - but he’d needed to know why? Needed to check that he’d been right in leaving her.
He wasn’t sure how to feel about Mike at that moment, but he found it hard to be mad at the guy as he saw the relief in his face.
‘We reclaimed the bridge, and the HMAS Melbourne is on it’s way,’ Mike said, sitting next to Kate.
Swain walked towards Jim to check on Captain Palmer.
Jim shook his head.
‘He’s gone,’ he said quietly. ‘I didn’t want to say anything earlier because I didn’t want to upset Kate anymore than need be, but he stopped breathing shortly after you left.’
Swain looked at him and Jim was surprised at the sadness in his expression. He was used to hardened medics, but there was something about this guy that impressed him - that even after years as a medic in the Navy he could still feel compassion for all his patients, whether he knew them or not.
Jim admired that.
‘Thanks,’ Jim said.
Swain looked surprised. ‘For what?’
‘Doing your best,’ Jim replied. ‘I know there wasn’t much you could do. But you tried.’
‘It wasn’t enough,’ Swain replied, patting Jim on the arm. ‘Sorry for your loss.’
Swain walked to Kate’s side with his med kit and sat down, starting to try and clean her wound. He watched as Mike moved out of Swain’s way, but took Kate’s hand.
He just wanted them to be OK, maybe for his own selfish confirmation that he’d done the right thing - maybe because he just really wanted her to be happy. He wasn’t sure anymore.
It still hurt him, watching them. He’d loved Kate, if he was honest with himself he still did. But there was nothing he could do - she was never going to love him back, not like that.
He hated knowing he could make her happy, but never complete. There was only one man who could do that and he was by her side holding her hand as things should be.
Jim glanced back at Captain Palmer.
‘Rest in peace, mate,’ he said quietly, placing the SAS Captain’s hands over his stomach.
He looked peaceful and Jim couldn’t help but wonder if they would ever find his two remaining men. As he let go of the Captain’s hands he glanced at the deceased man’s watch. It was midnight.
Christmas Eve.
‘Merry Christmas,’ he said quietly, turning back to look at the others.
A group of men he didn’t recognise entered the room at that moment, a stretcher in hand, and entered into conversation with Swain. He noticed Mike instantly dropping Kate's hand, as though he’d suddenly remembered where they were and what was happening.
The men from the HMAS Melbourne put the stretcher down and slowly moved Kate onto it.
She was going to be OK.
She had to be.
He watched as they carried her out of austere and Swain walked over to Captain Palmer with one of the remaining officers, discussing what to do with the body.
Jim walked over to Mike and grabbed his arm lightly before he could follow Kate. Mike looked at his arm defensively and pulled away, he didn’t say anything, just stopped and looked at Jim expectantly.
It was then Jim realised he hadn’t really planned his next words.
‘Don’t lose her,’ was all that came out.
‘I won’t,’ Mike seemed slightly confused.
‘You can have everything with her that I couldn’t - and if you let that opportunity pass you by you’re an idiot,’ Jim kept his voice quiet.
Mike glanced over his shoulder at Swain before looking back at Jim.
He nodded.
‘I know,’ he replied.
And as Jim watched Mike walking out of austere he was convinced for the first time that Mike was telling the truth. He did know.
It was about time.
Next.
Fandom: Sea Patrol
Pairing: Mike/Kate
Words: 2320
Summary: 'She’d almost been glad when she’d heard that they were being crash sailed. It meant that instead of spending Christmas sitting at home moping about the fact that she had no one to spend it with she would be on the Hammersley with her friends.'
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
HMAS Hammersley Passageway
2341, 23rd December, 2010
Dutchy watched his designated passageway intently, but made sure he was watching the others out of the corner of his eyes too. He’d been left in charge of watching the passageway near the bridge with RO and Charge, since Swain had designated him too injured to take care of the last guard.
He was fine, his arm stung a little and he knew it would probably kill the next day - but he didn’t care. There were more important things to worry about at that moment than bullet wounds.
Like the X.
All he could think of was that they had to get her to safety. He might be able to play brave with a bullet wound to his arm but he could only imagine how much her injuries were hurting her - and how much damage they were doing.
His thoughts were interrupted by footsteps coming from close by. He raised the gun he’d taken from the assailant in the engine room and watched as RO and Charge made their way next to him.
A moment later Bird and Ryan stepped around the corner, armed only with an emergency hammer.
Dutchy dropped his gun and held a finger to his mouth to make sure they remained quiet. He didn’t miss the relief on Bird’s face and for a moment he almost thought she was about to run at him and hug him, but she refrained.
Ryan’s reaction was harder to read, he pulled out paper and pen from his pocket and scribbled on it, holding the paper up to Dutchy.
Where is Mike?
Dutchy pointed at the bridge. Ryan nodded and put the paper back in his pocket. There were more footsteps and Dutchy raised his weapon again, noting that Bird did the same with her emergency hammer.
The next face around the corner was Swain, followed by 2Dads pushing the remaining assailant.
They all breathed a sigh of relief.
All they had left was to reclaim the bridge and they were done.
2Dads signalled that he would stay with the assailant. Dutchy acknowledged it with a nod and then nodded at the bridge. The others all stood, ready to go.
They were going to fight for their home.
HMAS Hammersley Bridge
2343, 23rd December, 2010
Mike watched Marcus pacing the bridge in the dark.
‘I didn’t think any of them would fall for that,’ Marcus stopped and glared at Mike. ‘Hopefully your call to Navcom was more convincing than your announcement to your crew.’
Mike didn’t respond. He’d given up talking to this guy, since he wasn’t really listening to him anyway. He just needed someone to shout at and Mike seemed to be the appropriate person.
The big Samaruan guy, Rohan, was guarding the entrance, Marcus hadn’t been too pleased to find him tied up since he was convinced he’d left Charge alone on the bridge. Rohan had argued for a minute that a girl had come out of the cupboard and hit him over the head but Marcus didn’t seem to believe him.
Mike had smiled.
It sounded like something Bird would do.
The radio sprung to life and they all stopped and looked at it. No one spoke. Marcus raised his handgun at Mike.
‘Answer it,’ he demanded.
Mike picked up the radio reciever. ‘This is Commander Mike Flynn of the HMAS Hammersley.’
‘Put me onto Marcus,’ a distinctly female voice said on the other end of the radio.
Mike frowned. The voice sounded familiar but he couldn’t place it. Marcus grabbed the radio from him.
‘Carly, I told you not to make contact,’ Marcus didn’t sound happy.
Carly.
Mike turned to look out the window. There was something very familiar about this but he couldn’t place it.
‘I want to be on the ship when you hit the base,’ Carly replied.
‘We don’t need you, stay safely hidden and we’ll let you know when it’s all over,’ Marcus didn’t sound happy.
‘This is for my Dad, I want to be there.’
Walsman.
Carly Walsman.
Ray Walsman’s daughter.
‘Your dear father wouldn’t want you anywhere near what’s about to go down in Cairns,’ Marcus replied. ‘Marcus, out.’
He disconnected the radio by pulling the cable and stormed back towards the Captain’s chair, pulling the tinsel off it in anger and taking a seat. Mike wanted to be annoyed that the other man was sitting in his chair, but instead he found himself smiling at the fact that someone had covered it in tinsel.
And the fact that he’d just figured out who was behind all this.
Bang.
Mike and Marcus both swung around to see Rohan on the floor, Dutchy standing over him and the rest of the crew not far behind. Mike smiled as Marcus’s grimace worsened and he lifted his hand gun to aim it at Mike’s head. Dutchy had his weapon aimed directly at Marcus.
No one said anything for a moment.
‘What did you do to my radio?’ RO broke the silence.
Marcus glanced at him, surprised at the strange comment. Mike saw his opportunity, grabbing the handgun and tackling Marcus. In what seemed to take minutes instead of seconds they both fell to the ground.
A shot fired off.
For a moment Mike didn’t breathe, afraid he’d been shot, or that Marcus had been. After a few seconds he realised they were both fine and he knocked the gun out of Marcus’s hands.
He wanted to hurt the man so much. He’d shot Kate, almost killed her, and he’d been so smug about it. Mike had never felt that way in his life before; he was almost disappointed that the gun had fired into the distance and not into Marcus.
He felt the crunch under his fist as he punched the other man’s nose and he knew he shouldn’t have felt so satisfied but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. Marcus knew what that was for.
He fell backwards onto the ground in exhaustion at the same time he heard Dutchy and Swain shouting ‘Boss’. He’d almost forgotten the others were there. He didn’t care.
Charge and Ryan were pulling Marcus to his feet before Mike paid attention again. He wasn’t sure where his sudden exhaustion had come from but he couldn’t find the energy to stand up.
He was getting too old for fist fights.
‘Sir, everything OK?’
He looked up at Bird and smiled. ‘Yeah, it is. Thanks, Bird.’
The next thing he knew Swain was holding a hand out to him and he found his will to stand. He turned to find RO reconnecting the radio.
‘RO,’ he commented, finding the Captain inside of him again.
‘Yes, sir?’ he replied.
‘Call Navcom, notify them that we have the insurgents in custody - for real this time - and that we need an emergency medivac for Captain Palmer and the X,’ the words felt good to finally say.
‘Yes, sir,’ RO turned back to his equipment.
Mike looked around the bridge.
Things were almost back to normal.
He turned to Swain.
‘We should move the X and Captain Palmer to the ward room,’ Swain suggested, his face still grim.
Mike felt his insides sinking again. He’d almost forgotten how bad their situation really was. He nodded.
‘Charge,’ Mike turned to look at him. ‘You have the ship.’
‘Aye, aye, sir,’ Charge replied, smiling.
Mike was comforted that someone was smiling but he was aware that things could still go very wrong for Kate. They were about to leave when RO stood up.
‘Sir, it’s the HMAS Melbourne,’ RO stated. ‘They’ll be here in less than ten minutes.’
This time Mike almost smiled. Help was on the horizon.
HMAS Hammersley Austere
2357, 23rd December, 2010
Jim looked up as Mike and Swain entered. Him and Kate had been sitting pretty much in silence since their earlier conversation. He hadn’t been sure what had come over him - but he’d needed to know why? Needed to check that he’d been right in leaving her.
He wasn’t sure how to feel about Mike at that moment, but he found it hard to be mad at the guy as he saw the relief in his face.
‘We reclaimed the bridge, and the HMAS Melbourne is on it’s way,’ Mike said, sitting next to Kate.
Swain walked towards Jim to check on Captain Palmer.
Jim shook his head.
‘He’s gone,’ he said quietly. ‘I didn’t want to say anything earlier because I didn’t want to upset Kate anymore than need be, but he stopped breathing shortly after you left.’
Swain looked at him and Jim was surprised at the sadness in his expression. He was used to hardened medics, but there was something about this guy that impressed him - that even after years as a medic in the Navy he could still feel compassion for all his patients, whether he knew them or not.
Jim admired that.
‘Thanks,’ Jim said.
Swain looked surprised. ‘For what?’
‘Doing your best,’ Jim replied. ‘I know there wasn’t much you could do. But you tried.’
‘It wasn’t enough,’ Swain replied, patting Jim on the arm. ‘Sorry for your loss.’
Swain walked to Kate’s side with his med kit and sat down, starting to try and clean her wound. He watched as Mike moved out of Swain’s way, but took Kate’s hand.
He just wanted them to be OK, maybe for his own selfish confirmation that he’d done the right thing - maybe because he just really wanted her to be happy. He wasn’t sure anymore.
It still hurt him, watching them. He’d loved Kate, if he was honest with himself he still did. But there was nothing he could do - she was never going to love him back, not like that.
He hated knowing he could make her happy, but never complete. There was only one man who could do that and he was by her side holding her hand as things should be.
Jim glanced back at Captain Palmer.
‘Rest in peace, mate,’ he said quietly, placing the SAS Captain’s hands over his stomach.
He looked peaceful and Jim couldn’t help but wonder if they would ever find his two remaining men. As he let go of the Captain’s hands he glanced at the deceased man’s watch. It was midnight.
Christmas Eve.
‘Merry Christmas,’ he said quietly, turning back to look at the others.
A group of men he didn’t recognise entered the room at that moment, a stretcher in hand, and entered into conversation with Swain. He noticed Mike instantly dropping Kate's hand, as though he’d suddenly remembered where they were and what was happening.
The men from the HMAS Melbourne put the stretcher down and slowly moved Kate onto it.
She was going to be OK.
She had to be.
He watched as they carried her out of austere and Swain walked over to Captain Palmer with one of the remaining officers, discussing what to do with the body.
Jim walked over to Mike and grabbed his arm lightly before he could follow Kate. Mike looked at his arm defensively and pulled away, he didn’t say anything, just stopped and looked at Jim expectantly.
It was then Jim realised he hadn’t really planned his next words.
‘Don’t lose her,’ was all that came out.
‘I won’t,’ Mike seemed slightly confused.
‘You can have everything with her that I couldn’t - and if you let that opportunity pass you by you’re an idiot,’ Jim kept his voice quiet.
Mike glanced over his shoulder at Swain before looking back at Jim.
He nodded.
‘I know,’ he replied.
And as Jim watched Mike walking out of austere he was convinced for the first time that Mike was telling the truth. He did know.
It was about time.
Next.