Killer Queen ⋆ Tom Kazansky ✓

Eight. Without Purpose

   

eight.     top gun, fightertown, usa.

 
 "Hey, are you listening?" Tara whispers into Cassie's ear, who is staring blankly ahead of her.

 Cassie blinks rapidly, before nodding, realization settling in that she's basically just zoned out during the entirety of Viper's lecture. Tara isn't convinced, glancing at Cassie's blank notebook page—while it was usually full of notes or doodles, Tara furrows her brows. Cassie had admittedly been different after the wedding—almost distant. Tara, of course, knew why. Her eyes shifted to Tom Kazansky, across the lecture room, finger twirling a pen as he lost himself in Viper's words. Tara sighed, deflating in her seat. She hadn't thought this far—the plan was to get them together. And now they had kind of done that, Tara was at a loss. It had been about a week and a half since the wedding, and Cassie hadn't spoke to Tom—and Tom hadn't spoken to her.

 This had confused Cassie at first—you've just figured out someone likes you, and that you like them back. But, you can't even talk to each other?

 Then she realized. They were scared.

 Smiling at her husband from across the room, Tara nodded to the woman beside her. Slider knew what she meant, looking to the man to his left. Looking back to his wife, all he could do was shrug.

 Sighing, Tara shook her head. She would have to figure this one out on her own.

 The tapping of Viper's papers against his podium had Cassie snapping back to reality once more.

 "You will proceed down the one-seven-zero degree radial looking for MiGs. You will engage all that you find, destroy them, and return to base. Maverick has the lead. Any questions?" a beat of silence passes. "All right, let's go. Move like you've got a purpose," Viper says, clapping his hands together.

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 "Sooo..." Tara drawls as they're in the air, waiting for the other aviators to join formation."You wanna talk about it?"