Luke Fighter Pilot AU Imagine:
(Warning: Mentions of Iraqi conflicts)
Taking a deep breath, I shifted around in my flight suit to get comfortable. Looking around the relatively packed room,I swept a glance at the fellow pilots in the room. I trust these guys more than anything, we place our lives in each others hands every time we flew. One lesson we learn time and time again, you can’t do things alone in the air, it has to be a team mission. Today was no different, we’re going up for a routine patrol off the coast of Oman in the gulf. I stood at attention as my commanding officer, Lieutenant Colonel Fox came in to brief us.
“Alright boys, routine patrol, nothing too special, radios been pretty quiet so we shouldn’t be expecting any company up there. However if there are any surprises, remain in a defensive position until we get intel, I don’t want to take any chances this close to Iraqi air space, do not let them get gain an advantage on you. Any questions?” He spoke quickly and confidently, just as he should. We are good at what we do, we were chosen specifically by the joint chiefs for this particular patrol in such an unstable area. When no one responded, we headed out on the runway. I felt a hand give a friendly pat on my back and saw Jack Barakat, a fellow pilot, shoot me a smile. I gave a friendly nod to him and some of the Landing signal officers (LSOs) as I climbed up the ladder to my plane, I flew an F-16 solo.
As I got situated my eyes wandered to the pictures I taped into the cockpit. It was a photo of Y/N, looking as gorgeous as ever at our 2 year wedding anniversary dinner.The other was new to this deployment, it was an ultrasound. I did the math in my head and figured it was 1 am back home, and I can picture Y/N cozied up in our bed fast asleep, probably sideways because she can use my side too. I hated leaving her, especially now, but it was only for a few weeks this time.
“Are you set first lieutenant?” I heard through my radio
“Yes sir” I responded, doing a final check over the control panel, closing the overhead hatch and taking deep controlled breaths through my oxygen mask to ensure its flowing properly.
“Clear to approach” I shifted my plane and taxied, following the signals from the LSOs. Getting the final clear, I slowly accelerated until I was nose up and off the flight deck of the aircraft carrier. This was probably my favourite part, going into the clouds and finally above them. I got to take a picture of it once and Y/N framed above our bed at home. She really was the wife of a pilot.
We were 10 minutes into patrol when I got the news.
“Attention, we have radar confirmation of an unidentified jet flying 35 degrees southwest of your location.”
“Copy” I responded
“Hemmo, I want you to tail him” I heard the voice of Lt Fox boom into my radio
“I don’t like this” I heard him say faintly as I dropped back, declining altitude and speed until I saw exactly what I didn’t want to see, a sandy colored plane with Arabic writing.
“Sir it’s Iraqi” I called in.
“Copy that, tail him for a bit I want to see what he’s up to” Fox said back, I followed orders until I realized what exactly was going on.
“BearKat what’s your 20?” I called in.
“Hemmo! I’m at the freaking border of the airspace man, I got totally sandbagged, which is quite literal because all I can see is sand.” Jack replied casually.
Shit, that’s exactly where the guy I’m following is headed. I informed command immediately, this could get really dangerous. Fox told me to close in more, and thats what I was doing when I heard one of the worst things a pilot can say.
“He’s got missile lock on me!” Jack yelled into the radio
“Hemmo I want you on his ass now!” Fox shouted
I jerked the plane around, almost 90 degrees to get into position, I could feel the G force hit me like a brick wall, the feeling my legs rapidly declining.
“I can’t shake him off!” Jack yelled desperately.
“Alright Hemmo, he’s yours now” Fox stated
“You want me to terminate?” I asked, fighting to remain in position at this angle.
“Yes thats an order” He commanded.
I lined up missile lock, taking a deep breathe my shaking hand hit the red button. I watched it close in, but not for long, I had to get out the line of debris soon to be covering the sky.
“Both of you get out of there!” I heard Fox command.
As a last ditch effort, the enemy jet jerked up towards me, wanting to take me down with him.
“Hemmo drop out now!” I heard, and lowered the stick down, knowing I was about it hit an insane amount of G-force. I felt the beginnings of a grey-out, colors around me beginning to lose their vibrancy. Tunnel vision followed, but I knew I had to keep decelerating or else I would be hit from the blast force. I heard the missile reach its target, and I probably would have let out a sigh of relief if I wasn’t gasping for air.
“You got him, nice shot” I heard faintly, but I knew I couldn’t respond
“Hemmo? You copy?” I heard Jack call
I was starting to blackout, if I can’t gain control I’m going to crash.
“Luke hang it there” I heard faintly again.
“Luke, don’t you do this. Don’t you dare. Think of Y/N, think of your baby.” I heard Fox order, with what little strength I had I looked at the picture of them, with my blurred tunnel vision they were all I could see. I thought of Y/N whispering in my ear “promise you’ll come home to me?” as we said our goodbyes. “I will, to both of you” I remember replying and hugging her tight.
“You are going home to them, thats an order” I heard Fox command.
That’s an order I repeated in my head as I let out a grunt and and finally managed to level out my plane and recover my vision and feeling. I continued to recover and catch my breathe as I headed back towards the carrier, although my hands didn’t stop shaking until I touched down on the flight deck a while later. Getting out of the jet, I heard a small crowd of sailors and fellow airmen clapping and cheering for me. I gave a humble nod and walked over to Jack.
“Hey man, you really saved me today. I owe you one big time.” He said, pulling me into a tight hug.
“Don’t mention it, I know you’d have done the same thing.” I replied, giving him a sincere smile.
* 3 weeks later*
Sighing, I shifted around to stretch out my legs from my flight home as I waited near baggage claim at the airport. I wasn’t sure if Y/N was coming to get me or not, I’d be fine if she didn’t, I knew she needed rest. So when I felt a tap on my shoulder her face was the last I was expecting.
“Luke!” She squealed, throwing herself into me as I wrapped my arms around her, breathing in the smell of my home and kissing the side of her head. After a few moments, I pulled away slightly to look down, her 2 month little swell now a 5 month baby bump.
“Y/N..” I breathed, “You look beautiful”
She blushed, looking off to side. She won’t accept my compliments even after all this time.
I was interrupted when I saw my bag on the conveyor belt and grabbed it, pulling the strap over my shoulder.
“All set?” She asked
“Yes, let’s go home.” I said, taking her hand in mine and leading us out.
(I’m doing a military au meme for each of the boys! Cal’s should be up sometime tomorrow!)