Forget Me Not (Klance)

Chapter 3, Taking Flight

It was spring, 1947, right after the 2nd World War, I had served in the Air Force for 5 years, economy was booming, and America was a new nation of War obsessed retards, I guess technically, I was one of those retards.

Since I came back from the war, life's been cake and mustard for me, the amount of benefits I get is ridiculous, just for shooting a few handfuls of Kamakazis, and Nazi's. America went kind of overboard with the bomb thing, I do admit, we apologized overly.

What were we gonna do? Let em' take Hawaii? I don't really think so. I lit a cigar, taking a few puffs.

War's been shit, and thanks to Germany, all of Europe is a trash heaven.

Oh, and the name's Lance, I'm a fighter pilot, Veteran, and the hottest thing on earth, I mean I suppose?

I can fly from a Grumman F6F Hellcat to a Arsenal VG-33. They called me 'sharpshooting cadet' back at boot camp. And then out on the field, I was well known.

I mean now, I just go down to the dusty old runway and try my best to get rid of this time, I ain't got no woman, especially to spend my life with. Well, that's a yet... Hopefully that changes.

Made my way down to that dirt track again, the scent of lavender was there, I always had a weird attraction to lavender, ever since I was a small kid.

"Danny, did you fix up my dirt rider?"
I poked my head in the shop, he wasn't anywhere, but there was someone fixin' up my plane.

"Who and the hell?!"
I looked under my plane, there was a woman working on it.

"Danny! Who the??"
I got out the hangar, walking around.

"Danny!"
I found him.

"Oh, hey Lance... "
He got up from fixing a large plane.

"You got a woman working on my Blue?!"
I yelled, absolutely cross.

"She's amazing at handy work, and she's a florist too"
He winked, I silently twitched my eye.

"What if she messes up my damn plane?"
I scoffed, hearing a plane going out.

"Looks like she fixed it up, and is taking it on a drive"
He lifted his safety glasses.

"No! No!"
I ran after my plane, it took off, I exhaled in anger.

"Oh, look... "
He patted my shoulder, I watched it make a loop around in the air.

"Who the hell is she?"
I turned to Danny.

"Her name's Kaithe or something... It's French... But she's like a Jap or something... "
He chuckled.

"A Jap? Like Kamakazis?"
I shook my head in confusion.

"She's American, speaks like us, no accent... I hired her, cause she was desperate for money, and I couldn't turn down a hard working little lady like that"
He pouted.

"How good has she been?"
I snarked.

"Amazing she can fix up any plane you ask her to, no questions... "
He crossed his arms.

"Oh yeah.... Even those German ones?"
I rolled my eyes.

"She helped me with yellow, when it got badly fucked up"
He laughed.

"Yeah, I guess she's good then... "
I pouted, rolling my eyes subtly.

"I fixed it up... "
She went passed me.

"Your promised $250"
He handed her the money, I looked at her shocked, her hands covered in black oil.

"Thanks... "
She looked back at me, lavender... Her eyes were lavender.