FanFic about Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. (Bradley Bradshaw x OC Mitchell)
~~~~~~
Bradley and Emma grew up as best friends, since they were the children of Nick "Goose" Bradshaw and Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.
They went through elementary, middle, and...
"If that's Bradley, I'm going to kick his ass." The man who dropped out of the F-18 became clearer as we got closer. It was in fact Bradley. He looked up and smiled at us. "You alright?" I yelled out to my husband. "Yeah, you guys?" He asks. My dad gets closer to him and pushes him to the ground. "What the hell?" He asked standing up. That's my chance, I appear from behind my dad and push to the ground too.
"What's wrong with this family?" He laughs. "What the yell are you doing here?" My dad yells. "What am I doing here?" Bradley's yells back, pointing at me and Maverick. "You think I took that missile for you both to be down here? You should both be on the carrier!" He turns and looks at both of us. "I saved y'all's lives!" Rooster exclaims, talking about the helicopter. "We saved your life!" Me and my dad looked at each other then to Bradley and yelled at the same time. "What the hell were you even thinking?" He yells. "You told me not to think!" Bradley says, throwing his arms up.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
There's a moment of silence. "It's good to see you guys." He puts his hands on his hips. I start feeling pretty dizzy. I look down at the snow to see another puddle of red. I stumble back, but steady myself from falling. Maverick whips his head around to look at me. I blink slowly. "Honey are you okay? You're as pale as a gho-" He's interrupted by my legs starting to give out.
Both Bradley and my dad run towards me to catch me before I fall. I didn't pass out, I'm just very weak. "Ow!" I yell as Bradley had his arm around my back. "Oh my god. That's a lot of blood Emma." He says. "No shit." I say sarcastically. They sit me up and take off my gear, unzip my flight suit, and pull my shirt up. "Holy shit." Bradley says. My dad sits in from of me, but glances to my back to see the wound. His face goes pale. "Is it that bad?" I laugh. "Everything's going to be fine. We have to get her out of here Bradley."
They help me up on my feet and we walk a little to a pile of snow. We're laying on our stomachs, looking through binoculars, at the enemy's destroyed runway. "So what's the plan?" Rooster asks. Me and my dad look at each other, then to the single aircraft left untouched. "You're not serious." Bradley says looking at us. My dad gave him a serious expression. "You're shitting me. An F-14?" He says again.
"I shot down three MiGs in one of those!" Maverick defends. "We don't even know if that bag of ass can fly!" "Then let's find out." Mav says, starting to walk towards the plane, I follow. "Mav! Emma!" Bradley whisper yells. "There's guys up there, Mav!" "Yep, I see that." "And over there!" I look around at the others running around. "And now we're running." We start to run to the hangar. We get in the hangar without being caught. Maverick gets in the front and gives Bradley a list of tasks to do while he gets it started.
"Mav, how are we gonna do this. We have three people." Maverick face drops. "I'll stay. I'll figure it out. Go ahead." I say to them. "There's no way in hell I'm leaving you here." Bradley says. "Yeah Emma, we have to get you home to a hospital." My dad says. "Get in the back with me." My husband suggests. I look at him like he's crazy. "We're both not fitting. "You're tiny. You can sit in front of me. I won't let anything happen to you." He speaks again. "Emma, just do it." My dad tells me.
