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Friday, August 10, 2068, over the Pacific (after 10 p.m., same day, Tracy Island)
"How's it going up here, Callie?"
Callie took in a deep breath and smiled at Scott. "It's good, Scott. Been a while since I've flown a private plane. With so many pilots on the island, I've often felt like my skills were kind of redundant. So it's nice to put them to use again."
"It's not Thunderbird Three," Scott said as he settled in beside her.
"No, it's not," she admitted. "And, for once, I'm happy to be suborbital and in the atmosphere."
Scott smiled and nodded. "And I'm glad to have someone else flying me somewhere, too."
That made Callie chuckle. "Feeling like the family chauffeur?"
"Yeah, sometimes... lately," Scott replied as he automatically scanned the instruments. His hands were itching to take the controls, but he steeled himself. I'll be doing enough flying after we get to Wichita. Instead, he changed the subject. "Looking forward to this family time?"
Callie took in and let out a deep breath. "You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to this. A chance to just put... to put things behind me and not have to be on call."
Scott caught the slight emphasis on the word "things" and extrapolated what she meant. "It has been a rough week for all of us," he said quietly.
"More than a week," she murmured softly. Then, realizing that he'd probably heard even that, she smiled ruefully. "Hopefully the change of scene and pace will do me some good."
"I think it will," Scott agreed. "Just like getting the rest of the family back home will do us a lot of good." He glanced back toward the cabin and frowned a little. "Does Tin-Tin seem a bit... preoccupied to you?"
"She wasn't too terribly talkative, if that's what you mean," Callie said. "She looked kind of sad, and worried." She paused for a moment, than asked, "Do you think she could be worried about her father? About him getting remarried? Or about what's been going on in Los Angeles and what he might be going through there?"
Scott thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No, I don't think she's worried about her father. He's a pretty level-headed guy and I know she's thrilled about him getting married again. She might be worried about Brains, though."
"Hmm, yeah, I guess I can see that," Callie said, nodding. "He's got a lot of work ahead of him with Seven being damaged and all."
Scott smiled slightly; he wasn't sure if he should spill the beans on what he himself knew about the engineer and his assistant. "Yes, he does. They both will have a lot to work on as far as Seven is concerned; in fact, we'll probably all be involved in repairing and rebuilding it at one point or another."
They sat in a companionable silence for a moment, then Callie asked, "Have you seen it?"
"Seen what?"
"Seven. Since you've been back. Have you gone down to see it?"
Scott let out a breathy sigh. "Yeah. I have."
It hadn't been easy either. Jeff had mentioned Dianne's wedding and engagement rings. They weren't in her personal effects at the hospital, and Jeff had thought it wise not to ask at that point. Scott had mentioned it to Virgil, who checked through all of Thunderbird Two's sickbay and lockers, and found nothing. So, he himself had gone down to Seven to see if he could find the missing rings.
He couldn't do it. He just couldn't go inside. He took a quick glance in the cockpit from outside the cut off door, but no one had gotten into the medical cabin and Scott couldn't bring himself to get out the oxyhydnite equipment. It was all still too fresh, too close. When we get to Wichita, I'll give Nikki a call. She's most likely to know if the rings are in Seven. Wish I'd talked to her before about it, but... it's probably still to close for her, too. For all of us.
"Scott?"
He was shaken from his reverie by Callie's question. "Are you all right?" she asked when she got his attention. "You seemed lost out there for a bit."
"I was, Callie. Thanks for bringing me back." He smiled at her, a tight, slightly strained smile, then glanced over the instruments again.
"Would you like to take over?" she asked dryly. "Don't think I haven't seen you checking out the readings."
"Curses, foiled again," he said, snapping his fingers in mock annoyance, then waving a hand at her. "Nah, you can keep going. I'll have plenty of flying to do after we get to Wichita."
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