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causing trouble again, but they normally blew off steam downtown, by Camp Mabry. The helicopters were going the other way. Strange, she thought.
The shower had stopped running quite some time ago, but Ronan had yet to emerge. Lara knocked on the door but got no reply. “Your dinner is getting
cold, handsome,” she called through the door. Still, there was no reply. Curious, she tried the knob and found it unlocked. She stepped inside the
bathroom to find Ronan, wearing only a towel, bent over the sink, hands on the counter and staring at himself in the mirror. “Ronan. Ronan!”
Slowly he turned to look at her. He had a strange look in his eyes, and seemed to not recognize her for a moment. Something is definitely wrong, she
surmised. I have to do something to shake him out of it. She took one of his large hands into her own, and led him from the humid bathroom to the back
bedroom, and turned off the lights. He still did not speak, and only stood there looking at her numbly. Lara stood before him. There you are, she
thought, and moved to put her arms around his large frame. “You are trembling, are you still cold? Here, let me…” She moved closer, her body
fully against him and warm. Nuzzling his neck, she took his arms and put them around her, feeling his shivers subside just a little.
“What about dinner?” he asked.
“He speaks,” she replied. “Don’t worry, it can wait.” She smiled in the dark, knowing that failing all else, there was always one way to
retrieve a man from his thoughts. Ronan pushed her away gently, just far enough so that he could see her face before his.
“I’m sorry, sometimes its just so much… out there,” he whispered.
“I know. Trust me, I know. But you are home now, and you have me. You will always have me.”
He began to say I love you, but Lara put her mouth over his and kissed him passionately. Let the world disappear, just for us, just for an hour, she
thought. His face in her neck now, he gave a low growl for her ear, and she gave a little squeal, trembling now, herself. The two became one.
Time passed in a blur for Ronan the second time that night. Sometime later, the two lovers lay together in an embrace, spent. Ronan fell asleep
quickly, but Lara was still glowing and could not still herself. She lay next to him, sheets a mess, staring out the window through the parted
curtains. It was snowing just a little, she could see it in the starlight. The night outside was serene, and simple. That was all she needed, that and
him. She was with Ronan. Finding peace in that, Lara fell asleep.
Ronan awoke to the sky tearing open; he could clearly hear multiple jets flying overhead, low and terribly fast. He slipped to the edge of the bed
and sat up, all the while watching the still sleeping woman beside him, careful not to disturb her. Free of the warmth that she had provided him, he
realized that it was near freezing in the little room. His feet on the bare floor gave him a cold start, and he had to feel his way to the closet in
the dark. Once there, he tried the light switch and cursed, assuming that the breakers had flipped again. Fumbling to find his wristwatch on the top
shelf, he checked its luminescent radium dial. It was just past 1 a.m., no wonder my head is still so fuzzy, he realized.
Dressed for the winter that he knew waited for him just outside, he exited the bedroom and walked to the front door, trying a lamp on the way. Nope.
Definitely the breakers, he thought. Ronan steeled himself, and walked outside to tend to the breaker box.
The night was bitter cold, and very still. The whole neighborhood was blacked out and eerily silent. He pulled his leather jacket tight and zipped it
up to his neck, standing on the wooden porch, he looked to the sky. Something was not right, and the back of his neck tingled. His spidey sense, he
called it. Scanning the night sky in a slow turn of his head, it came to him in sudden realization: he could not see any stars. He moved into the
driveway for a better look, standing in fresh snow that reached to his ankles and into his socks.
“Ronan, what is it?” Lara asked from the doorway behind him, and single lit candle in her hand.
“Go back to bed, love, its just the breakers. I’ll take care of it.” But he did no such thing, and continued to stand and stare at the sky.
Lara was having none of his aloof BS this time. She placed the burning candle on the railing, and darted to stand next to him. She wasn’t dressed
warmly enough for the weather, even in the windless reprieve. Ronan pulled her to him, and they stood together looking at the strange sky. Relenting,
Ronan invited her into his thoughts, “Is something moving up there?”
Lara rubbed her eyes with balled fists, and gazed all around, finally landing on the same spot that her man was transfixed by. “I don’t know,
maybe… Wait, where are the stars?”
“Oh God, you don’t think-.” Before she could finish, she was interrupted by a distant tearing sound coming from the West, like paper but
different, and much more fierce. They turned in unison as the sound increased in volume, both squinting in the darkness at the horizon beyond Quinlan.
The sound became almost unbearable, and a little painful, just as two military style fighter jets broke into their view and streaked across the sky.
They were so low, and so close, that the trees bent and lost snow in their wake, disappearing to the East just as suddenly as they appeared. Lara’s
candle rolled off of the porch railing into the snow, winking out.
“Inside. Now!” Ronan barked, and the couple moved in unison for the trailer. Just as Ronan had placed his foot on the first step, the front of
the trailer before them was illuminated by something from above. They looked up to find the source, and gasped as one. An impossibly bright and narrow
beam of blue light was shining down from the sky, and tracing a path in the distant woods along the direction that the jets had flown, as if tracing
their path. Lara cried out at the light, and Ronan began pushing her up the steps bodily. He knew there was little time, now. They had to move
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