Top Gun: Rooster One Shots

Lock & Key: Part One - B.B.

y/n 'locket' mitchell is the daughter of pete 'maverick' mitchell.
she and bradley 'rooster' bradshaw used to be best friends as they grew up together. but as y/n left for flight school in london, they didn't exactly leave on the best of terms.
the newest top gun mission has gotten the best pilots in the U.S to fly and that includes both Locket and Rooster - unbeknownst to them.
will they get back to how they were? or will they remain seeming enemies?

this is a y/n story written in second person!
your call sign is: Locket.
this follows the plot line of Top Gun: Maverick somewhat.
i hope you enjoy!🤍

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You planted your left booted foot on the sandy ground beneath you and swung your right leg over your Dad's motorbike. You lifted the slightly clammy helmet from your head, careful not to ruin your low bun you had hair sprayed to perfection that morning. Your Dad opened the seat compartment, and held his hand out to take your helmet. You smiled, handing him the white helmet branded 'Locket' on the front. He placed it snugly in the bike and closed it, nodding his head towards the open glass doors of The Hard Deck Bar. You took a deep breath and smiled at him, following behind as he stepped up onto the deck.

You hadn't been back to Fightertown in years. And now, with your Dad, history lies everywhere you go. The bike ride to Penny's bar gave you deja-vu and it was only the first day of being here. Walking up the steps and hearing loud, drunk, chatter along with 50's and 60's rock music playing in the background. Some things never change.

Your Dad hadn't told you much about what this experience was going to be like. You had no clue what you were walking into, no clue what the mission was, and no clue who was going to be there. It wasn't going to be any of your friends from college, you knew that much. This was back to your roots. Your home town. Your past.

And walking into The Hard Deck was as if you were stepping into a time machine, throwing you back a decade or two.

Your Dad was nervous. You could practically feel the anxiety emanating from him. You didn't want to be in his way or crowd him because you knew this was even more overwhelming for him to be back than it was for you.

It was so crowded you could hardly see the bar. There were so many people and so much noise. The smell of beer and sweat and occasional wafts of perfume and cologne flooded your senses and you reached forward to hold onto your Dad's jacket childishly, not wanting to lose him in the crowd of people. He was searching for Penny and you knew it. And his eyes suddenly locked.

As if it was God himself parting the red sea of drunk navy aviators, Penny was standing behind the bar, grinning and working as she always did. Your mouth lifted into a smile and you saw your Dad's shoulders drop in relief. Her eyes locked on Dad. And then you. And then Dad again. And you were being pulled to the bar, your hand still on your Dad's jacket.

"Pete Mitchell, who'd have thought you'd come back?" She smirked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Not me." Your Dad answered keenly.

Penny averted her gaze from your father and her eyes landed on you. She almost did a double take, looking you up and down.

"Jesus Christ, what did you feed her?" She remarked to Dad, pointing to you.

"Hey Penny," You grinned, leaning over the bar for an embrace.

"Hey y/n," She giggled into your ear before pulling away.

She stood for a moment, just taking you and your Dad in, before jumping at the realisation she hadn't offered a drink or a seat.

"Shit, please sit and I'll get you your usual?" She assumed, looking at Dad.