Sorcha Devlin never planned to find herself across the Pond stationed at the Thorpe Abbotts base, but as a promise to be close to her younger brother, she landed in this position. Cormack Devlin, younger by 2 years, was training to become a fighter...
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Sorcha had been avoiding Rosie since their first conversation. Though she'd argue it wasn't really her fault. The influx of replacements meant the base was busier than ever. More crews meant more work for all those involved. Sorcha's job was to walk each navigator through what would become their routine of stopping outside the command center to pick up everything required for their missions. The brass found that men tended to respond better to a gentle smile and pretty face than a stone-cold officer barking orders at them. Sorcha didn't mind the job, loving how she got to talk to new people every day, though a gnawing feeling grew in her chest each time she encountered a new officer.
A resounding thud sounded from Sorcha's desk as Jack Kidd placed a new stack of files on the wood. An apologetic smile seemed to be stuck on his face each time he spoke to the woman, and this time was no different. "More crews arrived just this morning."
"Is that your way of telling me I need to go freshen up? Reapply my lipstick?"
Jack rolled his eyes at Sorcha's teasing. Even if he found enjoyment in it, which he did, he would never outwardly express it. "Good to know you're up and running, Devs."
"Who else would brighten your mornings?" Sorcha smiled.
Once again, Jack's eyes rolled in annoyance. A small smile crept upon his face, betraying his stony demeanor, and giving Sorcha the satisfaction she needed.
"I'm assuming Croz will be joining us today?" Sorcha asked as she began to separate the files into stacks.
"You can count on it," A southern drawl spoke from behind Sorcha. She quickly turned to face a smiling Bubbles, head sticking out from his office. If there was anything good about her job aside from the good it did, it was that Bubbles was her boss. And anywhere Bubbles was, Croz would be as well. "He should be on his way, lord knows how distracted the guy gets."
The light teasing elicited Sorcha's chuckle as she continued, tuning out the conversation Jack and Bubbles had started. When work began to pile up, Bubbles typically called on Croz to aid him and Sorcha, stating that he 'couldn't work without him'. Sorcha originally feigned offense at the comment, but it was partially true. Per standards, Croz was only privy to some details about his friend's job, mainly aiding through taking new navigators under his wing, relieving both Sorcha and Bubble's worries. Bubbles often chatted about his and Crosby's friendship, situating himself on Sorcha's desk as she attempted to file paperwork around him. She would see the latter almost daily since he had to stop by to receive maps and papers for missions.
"Leave Croz alone." Sorcha defended as she stood to file her stacks.
"You keep on defending him 'cause he's your favorite."
Sorcha flashed Bubbles a sly smile, "That's a bold statement coming from you seeing as he's your favorite as well."
Bubbles shook his head in defeat before exiting his office to aid Sorcha in filing. She was hesitant to give him the folders, as she had her proper way of going about things. "Don't fuck with my system, Bubbles."
