Letters To Europe
by Erin Griffin
Rating: PG
Fandom: Cadet Kelly (movie)
Pairing: Cadet Kelly Collins/Cadet Captain Jennifer Stone (one sided?)
Summary: Post-movie drabble
Feedback: Ooh, yes please.
Author's Note: This heading thing is longer than the fic itself... Just thought you'd like to know. Unbeta'd.
So it wasn't the end of the world that we didn't win first. It wasn't even a big deal that Dad wasn't there to see me shine. What struck me was much, much worse. I found out that Captain Jennifer Stone was moving to Europe, and that really... well, hurt. More than moving from New York even. Yeah, I know. I thought it was just me being wired about the competition or about Dad and Sir and the baby. I realize now that it was more than that. It was the evil glint in her eye when she wanted to one-up me. It was the fact that I had met my match, my equal in her, and I wanted to do all I could to get her attention (and keep it), even if it was the bad kind. She'll never know that when I said she was my partner, I think I meant something deeper. She doesn't smile much, but it's beautiful. And now I will never see that smirk of hers again. Maybe I should write to her in Europe, wherever the heck she may be. I hope for my sake she hates it there and is a pain in the butt to her father so he has no choice but to bring her back. Maybe then I could tell her that I liked being paired with her. This is huge. This means I am so into girls, and being from New York, that isn't a big whoop, but really, if I dwell on it too much, it really explains a lot. Brad was just a tool to get Captain Stone's attention, and I am not even going to go into the issue of the rainbow blanket Stone ripped apart. Perhaps she didn't want to see it in her barracks again because it was too symbolic in her own life? Wishful thinking on my part, I am not ashamed to admit. Though the baby will not be brought up in any chaos like I promised, it would be open minded. I have decided to write a letter to Captain Stone in Europe over the summer. If she writes back, then I'll worry about telling Mom...
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