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Date Posted: 08:24:48 03/26/03 Wed
Author: dqfan
Subject: Re: Say the Words - ch.45 & 46
In reply to: dqfan 's message, "Re: Say the Words - ch.44" on 08:16:17 03/26/03 Wed

CHAPTER FORTY FIVE

Slowly, Peter emerged from the warehouse office, digesting all he had heard. That nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach was as strong as ever; but, at least now, he had some facts to go along with it.

Peter was certain that Charles Armstrong held the key to Sophie's strange behavior. Her preoccupation and melancholy over her father's retirement, her obsession with exercise and the air show�Peter struggled to put all the pieces of the puzzle together in his mind.

Alexander, Maureen and Charles - it all seemed to begin and end with them. Their triumphs, their tragedies�Sophie had lived every moment, taking each heartache into her very soul, making her the person that she was today.

Restlessly, Peter paced the warehouse for a time, then hoisted himself up onto the air mattress to sit and think. Correctly, he assumed that Alexander and Charles had known each other for most of their careers, making them rivals, not only in love, but in work as well. As Peter saw it, Charles had gained the military seniority, Alexander the accolades, but neither had managed to keep the love of Sophie's mother, Maureen.

Now, twenty-five years later, in the ultimate resolution of their triangle, Charles squelches Alexander's bravuro farewell performance in front of his fans - and, more importantly - in front of the daughter who witnessed it all from start to finish.

The night Sophie begged him to just hold her... Peter could only imagine how the suffocating emotions of the past had engulfed her, overwhelmed her. That Sophie would turn to him at such a time meant the world to Peter. He wanted nothing more than to comfort her, to let her know he would always be there for her.

But, still, there had to be more to this, Peter reasoned with suspicion - the same intuitive suspicion he always had when actions and explanations just didn't add up. Like the time that reporter had pretended to be a Horizon student just to investigate the facilities. Peter couldn't shake the feeling that Sophie was practicing a similar deception now, too.

Obviously, she despised Charles. Even more obvious was how much Sophie idolized Alexander, in spite of all their past difficulties. Peter tried to put himself in Sophie's shoes. The father she adores has just had his spectacular farewell of jet squadrons and double jumps reduced to one plane, one pilot - of dubious talents, he grumbled - a few clowns, and the Agnes High School Marching Band.

"If I were Sophie, what would I do?" Peter crossed his legs underneath him and rubbed his chin in contemplation.

Talking to no one but himself, Peter found the answer quite simple. "I'd give my Dad the send-off he deserved."

Okay, that seemed fair enough. But what could Sophie do, really? She couldn't bring the Snowbirds to Agnes. Charles had seen to that. Without additional planes or skydivers, the performance was bound to be somewhat lackluster in comparison.

Baffled, Peter dropped to his feet and began to pace again, needing to dispell his nervous energy. But almost before he had taken a single step, he stopped dead in his tracks.

Skydivers...

Another skydiver would make a better show...

A skydiver who'd be willing to perform the double jump with Alexander would make the perfect show...

Like a stroke of lightning, the hidden purpose behind Sophie's intensive physical training became clear and hit Peter like a ton of bricks.

As his palms began to sweat and a greyish pall appeared around his mouth, Peter feared the ludicrous, and impossibly dangerous, hypothesis he was forming in his mind.

"No, she wouldn't�not without telling me�" he fumed.

"She couldn't. Not with her ankle�" he prayed with all his might.

What was Sophie trying to prove? That she loved her father? Fine, but risking her life on some stubborn, reckless crusade to see him immortalized in glory wasn't going to make him love her more. Alexander already had a lifetime of guilt on his conscience over Sophie's inability to have children. If anything happened to her today, Alexander would never forgive himself. Peter was sure of it.

Frustrated, Peter ran his hands through his hair and tried to make sense of Sophie's plan - a plan he was certain Alexander knew nothing about. Alexander would never allow Sophie to risk her life, no matter how much it might remind him of the good old days. Peter had come to know the man well enough to be confident of that much at least.

That left Josh� Peter didn't need any exceptionally keen insight to see that Sophie had Josh wrapped around her little finger! The young pilot and the thrill-seeking older woman� Oh, Peter could readily imagine the fantasies swirling in Josh's head right now, much as he would prefer not to. With a wry grimace, Peter recalled how shrewdly Sophie had manipulated her ardent admirer.

Then, alarmingly, Peter's mind flashed to Sophie's offhand remark about the storage area."I used to hide back there sometimes when I was a kid," she'd told Josh nonchalantly.

"Stowaway and surprise Alex?" Was that Sophie's wild scheme? Would that element of surprise weaken Alex's resolve and gain his approval at the last minute? The more Peter thought about it, the more enraged he became. How could Sophie even think about doing this?

"Maybe she's trying to prove something to herself?" Peter wondered. "Maybe she just wants to show the world she's still the same fun-loving Sophie Becker that she always was - rickety ankle and upcoming marriage, be damned?"

Was Sophie still so afraid of losing her independence? Didn't she know him well enough by now to know that he would never keep her from doing something she loved? He would support her wholeheartedly in anything she wanted to do - just as long as she wasn't risking her health in the process.

"Maybe she isn't?" Peter tried to calm himself to no avail.

"Maybe I'm over-reacting?" he wished hopefully.

There was only one way to find out�

^^^^^^^^^

"Stephanie�I need to talk to you." Peter pulled Dr. Burke away from her conversation with Ted McFadden quite abruptly.

Surprised by his demand, Stephanie nevertheless acceeded to Peter's request and stepped aside to speak with him.

"Peter�what can I do for you?" she asked, startled by his tone of voice.

"Is Sophie healthy enough to skydive today?" Peter came straight to the point.

"Today?" Stephanie wanted to be sure she'd heard Peter correctly.

"Yes, today! Can she do it?" Peter pressed with more and more urgency.

"Peter, you know I can't discuss my patient's condition with you�" Stephanie placed a high price on doctor-patient confidentiality.

"Stephanie, I don't have time for this!" Peter shouted amidst the noise of the crowd.

Michaela saw the look on her great-grandson's face and leaned forward in her chair. "Sully, something's wrong�"

"He musta found out�" Sully surmised, pulling her back gently but firmly.

"Do you think he can stop her?" Michaela's voice was full of hope.

"We'll know soon�" Sully predicted wisely.

"Stephanie, please!" Almost at his wits' end, Peter grabbed Stephanie by the arms and looked deeply into her eyes.

"This is Sophie's life we're talking about," he pleaded, his voice cracking.

Then, wanting to help Stephanie with her ethical dilemma, desperately, Peter rephrased his question.

"If YOU were Sophie�with that ankle�would YOU jump out of that airplane today?" he asked pointedly.

Stephanie took a very deep breath. Now she understood why Sophie had come to her for that late-night office visit. Sophie had been planning this all along! Carefully, Stephanie considered Peter's "hypothetical" situation.

Oh, why hadn't Sophie just come right out and asked? Instead, she couched her questions in vague references to possible future sporting activities. She never once mentioned something of this magnitude. And attempting it so soon!

But, what if she had? How could Stephanie answer that? Sophie was an experienced diver and her ankle had improved greatly. Still, her injury was relatively fresh and the jump was over 10,000 feet, according to the flyers handed to the spectators at the gate.

Honestly, in her best medical judgment, if Sophie had told her, she would have advised against it or at least detailed the possible injuries Sophie could suffer in such a fall. Not that Sophie would have listened.

Stephanie gazed with pity upon the man standing before her. He looked so worried, so frantic for her help. He deserved an answer. The woman he loved was about to plummet 10,000 feet with scant thought to the medical consequences.

Carefully measuring her words, Stephanie formed her reply. "If I were Sophie�" she began slowly, emphasizing that she was speaking in the abstract.

"I would not jump on that ankle today," she prescribed succinctly.

"Thank you�" Peter nodded gravely, appreciating Stephanie's breach of protocol, even if it wasn't the answer he had hoped for.

As they watched Peter race furiously from the field, back toward the hangar, Michaela looked solemnly into her husband's eyes and whispered softly.

"It's begun�"

^^^^^^^^^^

He'd been angry. And he'd been hurt. But now, the only emotion Peter felt as he ran toward the warehouse was fear. The most incredible, paralyzing fear he'd ever experienced. Fear that seemed to reach his heart and clutch his soul so tightly that Peter could feel the pain searing within his chest.

All his thoughts were of Sophie. He had to stop her, but how? Peter knew she'd never listen to reason. Her single-minded devotion to performing the double jump with Alexander would overpower any impassioned plea Peter might make for reason and sanity to prevail. What was worse, Peter feared, was that, even if he could stop her, Sophie would resent his interference in Alexander's farewell for the rest of her life.

Peter had precious little time to decide. The few options he considered held no promise�except one. It would keep Sophie safe and still offer Alex his shining moment in the sun. It was the only way.

It was risky� Sophie would be furious� But, Peter was confident in his abilities to pull it off. Eventually, Sophie would have to forgive him - just as he'd already made up his mind to forgive her for conveniently "forgetting" to mention her plans for the day. After all, she'd forgiven him for his earlier transgression. Wasn't that what love was all about - forgiveness?

Breathlessly, Peter scrambled for any alternatives but there were none. No, for better or worse, he had to take matters into his own hands.

"Ezra!" Peter whispered sharply, scaring the living daylights out of quasi-detective Friedkin as Peter found him snooping nonchalantly outside the warehouse window.

"Peter, I wasn't�" Nervously, Ezra began to deny what he quite obviously was doing.

"Ezra, have you seen Sophie?" Peter snapped, not caring if the young man was staring at Lady Godiva, herself, right now.

"Ummm�actually�" Ezra mumbled, unsure of whether fact or fiction would result in the least penalty.

Seeing the desperate look on Peter's face, Ezra decided upon the truth.

"She's inside�" Ezra informed Peter, gesturing toward the window.

Plainly, Peter could see Sophie, racing to check her parachute before sneaking onto the plane. Peter's eyes scanned the crowd. Josh stood at the concession stand, munching contentedly on his hot dog, totally unaware that Sophie's short trip to the ladies' room was about to turn into a permanent ditch by his lovely dining companion.

Now for Alexander� Had he had a chance to speak with Sophie yet today? Peter's ruse depended on father and daughter remaining out of contact.

Abruptly, Peter grabbed Ezra by the elbow. "Have you seen Commander Becker?" Peter asked, needing to be sure.

Ezra was growing concerned by Peter's desire to pinpoint everyone's exact whereabouts. This game of twenty questions was making Ezra very nervous.

"I saw him a minute ago, over by the grandstand. He said something about Sophie running late, so he was going to get his good-luck kiss from Mrs. Mitchell instead," Ezra reported warily, wondering where Peter was going with this Spanish Inquisition.

That was all Peter needed to hear. Sophie and Alexander hadn't spoken yet.

Frantically, Peter glanced at his watch. It was almost time - and he was out of time.

"Ezra," Peter instructed firmly. "I want you to go inside and tell Sophie that her father needs her over at the motel. That he's having problems with his flight suit."

"But Peter," Ezra questioned, confused, "I just told you I saw Commander Becker over by the grandstand�"

Harshly, Peter reprimanded Ezra. There was no time for explanations.

"Ezra," he asked strongly, "Who controls whether you graduate next month and go on to college or stay here and become the oldest living detainee in the history of Horizon?"

Ezra gulped at Peter's hellish scenario. "Uh, you do, Peter�"

"Then go�now!" Peter placed his hands on Ezra's shoulders, faced him toward the door, and pushed.

From the window, Peter watched as Sophie received Ezra's surprising message. She hesitated, wondering if she could afford to miss this opportunity to steal herself onto the plane. But, if Alexander weren't able to jump today, there'd be no reason for her to, either. Acting quickly, and without too much thought or suspicion, Sophie left for the motel, just as Peter hoped.

Ezra rejoined Peter a few moments later. "Anything else I can do for you, Peter?" he asked nervously, hoping to be let off the hook.

Peter sighed and gave Ezra a warm pat on the back. Ezra had been a godsend but it was all up to him now.

"No thanks," Peter shook his head. "Just enjoy the show...."

Ezra shrugged and nodded. Peter was acting very strangely. Suddenly, as Ezra was about to leave, Peter added an all-too-familiar refrain.

"Oh, and, stay out of trouble, okay�" he admonished with a wan smile for one of his favorite students.

"Sure, Peter," Ezra promised him. Then, buoyed by Peter's genuine concern for Horizon's vast array of delinquents, Ezra headed off to search for Daisy.

Pensively, Peter watched Ezra leave. With peaceful serenity, Peter's gaze wandered out over the crowd, singling out Charity�then Frank�the Cliffhangers - all the people he cared about most.

Then, in his mind, Peter visualized Sophie, and all the times they'd shared�

Sophie checking out his pecs in that Seattle hospital the day they first met... Sophie parachuting into his arms as she returned to Horizon... Sophie, splattered in whipped cream from their impromptu ice cream orgy the night of the blackout... Sophie on Christmas Eve - wearing Michaela's green dress, accepting his emerald engagement ring and his proposal of marriage... Sophie captured in his arms, giving herself to him with all her love, with all her heart, body and soul.

Peter closed his eyes and locked each treasured moment away in his heart. "Whatever happens today, please keep her safe and let her know how much I love her," he prayed.

His poignant reflection over, Peter recalled the warning he'd given Ezra. Ruefully, he acknowledged his present situation, "God knows, I'm in enough trouble for both of us�"

^^^^^^^^^

CHAPTER FORTY SIX

Sophie's pulse raced as she narrowly avoided sideswiping two cars on her heart-stopping drive back to Morgan's Field. There'd been no sign of Alexander at the motel and now Sophie feared she'd be too late to even see her father's final jump, let alone join him. Thrusting the gearshift into "park," Sophie slammed her palms against the steering wheel in frustration. As she stepped out of the car, Sophie could hear the engine of Josh's plane purring loudly. His pre-flight check had already begun.

Sophie's face scrunched in confusion. Obviously, Ezra had been mistaken. But, had it been more than that? At the time, she'd had no reason to mistrust his message, but now Sophie feared she'd been extremely gullable.

Desperate, Sophie ran into the warehouse, hoping to find her father - and some answers. But the warehouse was empty. More than empty, it was eerie.

In spite of her delay, Sophie stopped short, proceeding slowly throughout the unoccupied building. Although the hum of the crowd outside filtered through the open window, the warehouse was strangely quiet�too quiet.

"Ladies and Gentlemen�."

Unexpectedly, the deep voice of the show's announcer came booming over the microphone, causing Sophie to leap right out of her skin. "If you'd all please take your seats, our main event, Commander Becker's farewell jump, will begin in five minutes."

"Five minutes?" Sophie panicked. "I'll never make it!"

How had everything gone so wrong? Her perfect plan was falling apart before her very eyes. Impetuously, Sophie started for the door in hope that she still might make the plane. But, when she turned, she saw it; and when she saw it, she froze.

The table� The table was empty. The table that, not thirty minutes ago, had held the parachute she'd been checking, now lay completely bare.

Sophie stood paralyzed, absorbing the implications of what she saw.

"The parachute�" she mumbled, touching the table with her fingertips to assure herself of its barren shelf. "Who would've�?"

The answer which Sophie's subconscious provided scared her so intensely that she brought her hand to her mouth to cover her gasp.

"No�" Sophie gulped as the chilling revelation hit her with all its force.

But it all made sense� Why would Ezra send her on some wild goosechase to the motel? No reason at all, unless someone asked him to.

Unless, Peter asked him to�

"How could he have known?" Distraught, Sophie searched for explanations where there were none.

"I have to stop him�." she vowed, heading for the door.

Suddenly, out of the corner of Sophie's eye, a tiny speck of red flickered amidst the drab grey of the air mattress and immediately caught her notice.

Sophie bit her bottom lip as she approached the small object, hoping it wasn't what she thought it was.

With total disregard for the wrapping, Sophie ripped open the package in a hurry. As her hand reached out to Athena, the very first goddess she'd ever owned, Sophie read the note nestled within the box.

"The mouth of a wise man is in his heart - Ben Franklin."

"Peter�" Sophie whispered softly, shaking her head at his latest bit of wisdom.

Instantly, the appropriateness of the quotation struck her. Peter's actions were speaking for his heart. He was willing to risk his own life to protect hers.

"I've got to stop him!" Sophie exclaimed, hearing Josh's airplane taxi toward its takeoff position.

With Athena clutched tightly in her grasp, Sophie sped to the airfield in her race against time.

Abandoned in her haste, was the tiny piece of paper containing Peter's quotation. Overlooked, it floated helplessly to the floor...

^^^^^^^^^^

Sharply, the crackling static of the announcer's microphone jolted the crowd once again.

"Ladies and Gentlemen�The Oakhaven Rest Home Benefit Air Show is proud to present Lieutenant Commander Alexander Becker of the RCAF Snowbirds Squadron in the final parachuting performance of his illustrious forty year career�"

From within the cramped storage area at the rear of Josh's plane, Peter overheard the announcer's muffled voice, heralding what would be Alexander's last professional jump - and Peter's first. Now, all that remained was for Peter to choose exactly the right opportunity to reveal himself to his unsuspecting hosts.

With the parachute from the warehouse strapped snugly about him, Peter crouched in the small space and complimented himself on a job well done - so far.

Young Josh was none the wiser as he readied the plane for its ascent. Peter had made his way safely into the rear storage before Josh had finished his second hot dog. Alexander was onboard now, conversing cheerfully with Josh about the day and the crowd. Josh mentioned the winds were picking up slightly but Alexander did not sound unduly concerned. What did concern him was Sophie.

Over and over, Alexander pressed Josh for details on Sophie's surprising departure.

"And she never came back?" Alexander asked Josh, clearly worried over Sophie's extended visit to the ladies' room.

"I'm sure she'll be waitin' for ya when you land," Josh reassured Alex optimistically.

"It's not like her�" Alexander dwelled with concern.

"Better strap in, Sir, we're ready for takeoff�" Josh advised his superior officer, ending Alex's musings for the time.

Within seconds, the roar of the jet fighter blasted over the quiet town of Agnes and set the crowd marveling with "oohs" and "aaahs."

Peter held tight to the compartment's metal frame, surprised by the intensity of the engine's force. This was definitely not your typical plane ride, he realized too late. The gravitational pull as they climbed left Peter stunned and he struggled to protect his head as he was forced backwards against the wall.

"Frank, you've got to help me!" Sophie pleaded, causing a stir among the VIP section as she ran toward him.

Beside him, Charity blanched at seeing Sophie so upset. "What's wrong, Dear?" she asked immediately.

"Sully, look! It's Sophie!" Michaela beamed, so thrilled to see Sophie alive and well that she neglected to notice Sophie's anxious expression.

"He musta got t'her in time," Sully sighed with a smile, grateful that the expected tragedy had somehow been avoided.

"I don't see Peter�" Michaela's eyes searched in vain for her grandson.

While Michaela continued to gaze over the crowd, Sully took a good look at Sophie, watching as the concern on her face quickly made its way to Charity and then to Frank. One by one, the excitement he'd seen in them earlier was replaced by just one emotion - fear.

"Somethin's wrong�" Sully placed his hand gently on Michaela's shoulder and nudged her to pay attention to the scene unfolding before them.

Michaela took one look at the panic written on Sophie's face and the sensation hit her so powerfully that her whole body shook.

The answer to Peter's whereabouts was no longer in doubt.

"Dear God, no!" Michaela cried, jumping to her feet.

"'Chaela," Sully pulled her back with a firm grip, in spite of his trembling hand. "We can stay or we can go, but what happens today ain't up t'us�"

Though he was doing all he could to be strong, Sully felt a weight upon his chest heavier than he had ever experienced. Peter was their hope, their promise of the future. All the principles and values that he and Michaela held dear were embodied in the great-great-grandson who resembled Sully so remarkably.

Peter's sense of justice, his love of family and the outdoors, his respect for nature and native cultures�In him, Sully and Michaela lived on. Without him, their purpose here on earth sadly would end.

Sully looked up. The plane was circling the field, gaining altitude for the jump, but Sully looked beyond it. He looked higher. He looked toward the heavens, to the Spirits above, and prayed. "Please, not again�."

Sully had watched a child of his die once before and wasn't sure he could bear it a second time. Hannah had taken barely a minute's breath but Sully still recalled her sweetness, the soft touch of her pink skin before it turned that sickening shade of blue. "Please, not again�" he whispered.

Michaela stood powerless - a feeling she despised to no end. As a doctor, she was trained to heal, to prevent injury, and now, she was being forced to watch the greatest injury of all - the death of one of her own. Dazed, she slumped into the folding chair and lowered her head silently.

"Peter's a strong athlete, Sophie." Calmly, Frank attempted to soothe her.

"You said yourself, he's been doing a great job with his lessons. Maybe he's ready�Maybe he'll surprise you�" Teasingly, Frank raised his eyebrow to lighten the mood.

Charity smiled cautiously. More than familiar with Peter's recklessness over the years, Charity was willing to adopt Frank's encouraging attitude for the moment, but Sophie, clearly, was not.

"You don't understand, Frank!" Sophie pressed, trying to keep her wits about her as she heard the plane level off to cruising altitude.

Not wanting to alarm Charity further, Sophie motioned for Frank to join her on the sidelines.

Naturally, Charity followed...

"You don't actually think for one moment that you can keep me out of this, do you?" Charity huffed as the three huddled beside the hot dog stand.

Sophie had no time to argue. "Peter took the parachute rig I was checking," she explained urgently.

"What's wrong with it?" Charity divined, cutting straight to the chase. Years of owning a saloon had taught her that bad news was better served straight up.

Frank looked to Sophie, hoping Charity's assumption was incorrect, but he could tell from the look on Sophie's face that Charity was right, as always.

"One of the harness straps was fraying slightly," Sophie admitted hesitantly. "It might hold up fine. I considered using it myself�" she acknowledged, "but my Dad always taught me never to take chances."

"I was going to grab a back-up when Ezra interrupted me," she remembered.

"Ezra!" Frank muttered, preparing the boy's punishment already.

"I'm sure Peter put him up to it, Frank," Sophie replied. "He wanted to make sure I didn't jump."

"You?" Charity's voice rose in surprise.

"It's a long story, Charity," Sophie sighed. "One we don't have time for now!" Sophie pointed to Josh's plane zeroing in on the drop zone.

"Sophie, I have complete faith that your father will not permit Peter to jump out of that plane�" Charity remarked with surprising calm.

Charity's confidence in Alexander was impressive and, in many ways, Sophie had to agree with her. Truthfully, Sophie hadn't even been sure her father would consent for Sophie, herself, to jump alongside him - even with a strong dose of last-minute, sentimental persuasion.

"C'mon�" Frank suggested, still obviously worried. "Curtis might be able to reach them on the radio�"

As the three headed for Curtis' command station, Michaela and Sully looked on with cautious optimism.

"Do you think they can stop him?" Michaela asked softly, searching Sully's eyes for the answer she hoped.

Wrapping his arms securely about Michaela's shoulders, Sully gathered her into his embrace.

She felt the brush of his lips against her hair as Sully whispered quietly in her ear, "I don't know, Michaela. I just don't know�"

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