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Lucy went on vacation for two weeks. Two weeks.
And when she comes back, everyone is making fun of her favorite co-pilot for stealing one of the choppers. Which is unacceptable. How dare Tommy steal a copter without her? She took him out for drinks before she went backpacking, paid for his fancy expensive rum, and this is how he repays her?
Before she can bring it up, they’re running maintenance on one of the things, her in the cockpit and him near the tail, and over the comms, he goes “Hey, weren’t you at the 118 for a coupla months? In between the 147 and here?”
Lucy snorts. “Yeah, I worked side by side with a serial killer, remember? Only at that house. Transmission line?” Then something clicks. She giggles. “Were they the ones you stole a chopper for?”
She can’t see Tommy, but she can feel the way he sighs. “They asked nicely. Transmission line’s clear. Can you move the rudder? And I used to be over there too, about eight years ago, before the rumors about them being cursed started.” There’s a pause. “Did you work with Evan?
Lucy moves the rudder. “Oh, I worked with Evan once.” She makes sure Tommy can hear the eyebrow waggle in her voice. “For real, he was a good firefighter. Gave me a run for my money on some of our rescues, really cared about the people. He’s fun after a little tequila.”
Tommy’s muttering “He didn’t need any tequila this time.” and then, a little louder. “Rudder’s clear. Run the tail rotor?”
Lucy runs the tail rotor. Stops. Absorbs what he’s just said. Sticks her head out the door so she can see him and he can see the wide grin on her face as she yells “Kinard, you dog!!”
Tommy’s got a little smirk he’s trying to hide. “Takes one to know one, it sounds like.”
Lucy’s grin settles into something a little less maniacal, a little fonder. “He say you could tell me about you two?”
Tommy can’t hide the smirk now. “He’s taking me to his sister’s wedding this weekend.”
Lucy gives him a look. “Oh, so it’s serious.”
Tommy shrugs, but he’s still got that gooey smirk on, even as he inspects the moving helicopter rotor. “I think we’re getting there.”
Lucy rolls her eyes. “Alright, well, do I get to give him a shovel talk? Maybe over that dinner you still owe me for saving your ass last month?”
Tommy shakes his head. “Calling me during a bad date and pretending to be my sister who’s going into labor doesn’t count as an ass saving. You know the rules.”
“Uhh, the rules are ‘at work’, and I was, in fact, at work. I had to do it in front of the newbie, too, and now she thinks I’m crazy, so you double owe me. And if I hadn’t done that, you’d still be on that date, even now, breaking a world record for world’s longest bad date, and you’d never have gotten your boy. That’s a triple owe me.”
Tommy sighs. “Turn off the tail rotor. She’s good to go. I’ll ask him when he’s free after my shift. I assume you want pupusas?”
“Hell yeah. I’m gonna eat your body weight in them.” Lucy leans over to power it off, hops out, walks with Tommy over to the hangar. As they’re hanging up their headsets, she suddenly leans in for a hug. He hugs her right back, and into his chest, she says “You deserve something good, Tommy. Sounds like this could be it.”
She can feel the way he squeezes her just a little tighter. “Yeah. Yeah, I really do think it could be.”