In Corby, England a young boy was sitting outside holding onto a stuffed animal watching as a car pulled up to the house. A man in a suit stepped out along with a little girl.
Girl: Hi Weasel!
Man: Amanda, what did I tell you about calling him that?
Amanda: Sorry, hi Elliot.
Weasel: Hi Da.
She ran inside and the man kneeled down next to Weasel.
Man: Your sister told me you were in another fight today.
Weasel: They made fun of me again.
Man: What did they say this time?
Weasel: They laughed at me being colorblind again.
Man: Did they hurt you?
Weasel: No sir, I was too quick.
Man: (chuckles) Your mother shouldn't have shown you her SAS skills.
Weasel: I'm going to be just like mom one day.
Man: She would be proud of you Elliot.
Weasel: Are we going to see them today?
Man: Tell your sister we are leaving in one hour.
Weasel: Thanks, Nathaniel.
He watched as Weasel ran inside the house yelling for Amanda.
"Da, we are going to see Mum and Dad in one hour!"
Years later
At a cemetery, out in the countryside were two weathered tombstones.
*Arlos Clarke, Emilia Clarke*
A young man walked up to both of them and kneeled down.
"Hi, Mum and Dad."
He held out a piece of paper.
Weasel: I did it, I got into the military, soon I'll be on my way to the SAS just like Mum.
He put the paper away and wiped a tear away.
Weasel: Ah...Amanda is doing great, she's just in the car talking to someone to watch Mandy when she leaves for her base.
Amanda walked up to Weasel and hugged him as he laid his head on his mother's tombstone.
Amanda: Come little Weasel you don't want to be late for your bus.
They arrived at a bus stop where Military troops were loading people into a bus and families saying goodbyes.
Amanda and Weasel walked out and they held hands and they found Nathaniel standing by a bench.
Nathaniel: Hello Elliot, ready for this?
Weasel: Ever since my mom showed me a picture of her team.
He shook his hand and reached in his duffel bag and pulled out the stuffed weasel.
Nathaniel: I don't want them ruining this.
Amanda: Don't worry I'll take care of him for you. At least until I get sent to basic.
Weasel: Thanks Da.
They hugged them. He jumped on the bus and sat down by the window and waved at them.
Weasel: I'll make you guys proud.
Two years later he was standing with other soldiers wanting to join the SAS. Thatcher walked out and looked around at all the possible recruits.
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Weasel
FanfictionElliot "Weasel" Clarke has been know as a few things, SAS, Mercenary, Insane, Idiot, Rainbow operator. This a full story about Weasel and the struggles and adventures he had in his life from joining the SAS to when he finally joined Rainbow. There w...
