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whohasthecards · 7 months

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Top Gun Drabble

How Mav views Jake vs how Penny views Jake

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Maverick flopped down on Penny’s bar with a long groan, pillowing his head in his folded arm with a sigh.

“What trouble did you get to this time, mister?” Penny asked, setting down the man’s favorite beer.

“Not me, Hangman, the kid’s a brat, it’s like karma for all the times I fuck around when I was younger,” Mav sighed, taking a long sip from his beer.

“Hangman? Jake? I’m sure he’s not that bad, Mav, he’s a sweetheart,” Penny said, rolling her eyes at the dramatic man. “Don’t compare him to you, Mav, he'd practically be an angel,” Penny said as she started drying a glass with a towel.

Mav burst out laughing, almost hysterically, as he had to put down his beer. He looked back at Penny expecting her to share his amusement, when she simply just raised an unimpressed brow at him.

A sense of dread washed over Mav.

“No, you’re, you’re serious???” Mav exclaimed, forever denying that his voice raised an octave at that.

“Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin? Tall, blond, young man, plays pool, and darts? Yes, I’m serious,” Penny said, putting her hands on her hips. “Come on, Mav, he’s a good kid.”

Mav’s jaw dropped in shock.

—

Earlier that day

“Hey, hey, pops, pops,” Hangman said, jogging to keep up with Mav who was starting his pre-flight checks.

“Yes, Hangman?”

“Do the death spiral with me,” Hangman said grinning wildly.

Mav turned to look at his student/co-instructor/subordinate, “... We’re surrounded by rookies, kid.”

Hangman shrugged, “It’ll show them what we can do.”

“It will set a bad example, they’re still arrogant little shits.”

Hangman pouted, genuinely pouted, dear god were his students getting too comfortable with him, “You and Bradshaw did it.”

“And we broke the hard deck.”

“Since when did you care about that?”

He, unfortunately, had a point. “I’m trying to prevent what’s happening right now, but to this Top Gun class.”

“But it could also be us asserting ourselves as skilled in front of the students, while simultaneously allowing us to practice a maneuver we don’t usually get to do.” Hangman said, nodding resolutely.

“And when are we using the death spiral in a real dogfight?”

“Who knows? But the death spiral isn’t just about practicality, it’s also about getting to know your jet more.”

“Still a no, kid.”

“But you and Bradshaw did it! Come on, pops, favoritism ain’t allowed!”

“No.”

For some reason, the kid managed to get him to do a spiral with him anyways. Little shit knows how to push a man.

At least the rookies were too intimidated to even think about copying them.

Hopefully.

—

“Hey pops, I got you something,” Hangman said, giving him a box with a wide grin.

“It’s not a bomb, isn't it?” Mav said tentatively, holding the box in his hands.

“Not today at least,” Hangman said, flashing a grin bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Open it,” he practically whined.

Mav rolled his eyes and sat down on his desk as he gently removed the ribbon on the box and watched as the walls of the box fell down revealing a mug.

Keep on smiling!

That was surprisingly sweet.

“Thanks, kid, a bit corny, but thank you, sweet of you,” Mav said, smiling and thumbing the cheesy font.

“Yeah, it’s for your dentures!” Jake said, smiling toothily.

What.

“Figured you should have a specific mug for it,” Jake said as he looked at his watch for the time. “Gotta go, pops, don’t forget to put it in your bathroom, I’m glad you like it,” Jake said walking towards the door, a hand held up in a wave as he rounded the corner.

Little shit.

“I don’t have dentures!” Mav shouted at the younger man’s retreating back, making the young secretary passing by jump and look at him with severe judgment.

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"Jake! Come on, you promised to help me do my science project!" Amelia exclaimed as she thundered down the stairs to Hangman.

"Aye, aye, captain, I'm here to help, when you actually decide what your project is going to be," Jake said, crossing his arms.

"I wanna make an info sheet on how fighter jets work, you'd help me, right, Jake?" Amelia asked, pleading with her hands clasped.

"I dunno, what do I get for helpin’ ya?" Jake asked, smirking lightly as he chewed on his toothpick.

"My overwhelming gratitude and the cake mom left for both of us in the fridge?"

"All ya gotta say was the cake, you better not eat all of it while 'm not lookin', missy," Jake said jokingly wagging a finger.

Amelia rolled her eyes, "Just don't leave the cake unguarded, and you're supposed to be a military sailor."

"Naval aviator," Jake pointedly said. "You know, the aviator who flies the jets you're gonna be makin' a project on?"

“I’ll choose a jet you don’t fly,” Amelia said.

“Yeah? What jet do I not fly?”

“You could do the F-14 tomcat, that’s what I flew back in the day,” Mav interjected. “Hangman definitely doesn’t know how to fly that.”

Amelia gave Mav the stink eye, nose scrunched up, “I gotta do something more recent, Mav, that isn’t cool.”

“Yeah Mav, your jet is ancient,” Jake mocked, giving Mav a smirk.

“That ancient jet managed to shoot down 5th gens.”

“And I shot the last one just in time, with my amazing type of jet.”

“Pretty sure you bent the airframe, kid.”

“Did I?”

“Anyways,” Amelia said interjecting. “I’m not gonna do your plane Mav, you haven’t proved yourself yet.”

“Prove myself!? And Hangman did??” Mav asked in shock. “Yeah, Jake’s cool,” Amelia said, crossing her arms and nodding resolutely.

“And I’m not? I’m an aviator ace,” Mav exclaimed. He didn’t know why he was trying so hard to please his ex’s kid, but to be ranked lower than Hangman? Absolutely not. He didn't school the Dagger Squad on the first day of class for no reason.

“Old. And you broke my mom’s heart,�� Amelia said, nodding resolutely before whirling around to Jake. “I changed my mind, let’s do your jet. You know so much about it, it’ll make the project easier.”

“You got it, memorized the thick ass manual, back to back,” Jake boasted.

“Yeah like any good aviator worth their salt, like me. I can help, right?” Mav said standing up.

Amelia looked Mav up and down. “I need to decorate it, and you have no taste in design. If you did, it would be 40 years outdated.” Amelia turned back towards Jake, "Can we go to the store to buy some stuff? I need my project to be great, please?"

"Yeah, let's roll, also, aren't you already getting straight As-?"

"Yeah, and I need one more," Amelia said, nodding resolutely.

"Copy that, missy, let’s go," Jake said, slinging an arm around her shoulder to lead Amelia to his truck.

"Can I drive?"

"Not right now, little miss, your mother will kill me."

"Fine. Do you think we'll have enough money to get those plastic models of the planes?"

Jake shrugged, "If you don't I can buy it for ya, always wanted to make one of those anyways. "

"Nice, you're the best Jake," Amelia said grinning wildly as she leaned towards Jake giving a one armed hug.

"I know, and the old man should know now too," Jake said, smirking back at Mav. "I'm the best in the air and on the ground."

"You little–"

"Watch the house while we're gone, pops!" Jake yelled back as he shut the door.

—-

“And that’s only some of the shit the brat does,” Mav whines at Penny before taking a shot of tequila.

Penny simply gave him an unimpressed eyebrow, “I’m sure it’s not as bad as you say it is, Mav, and even if it is.” Penny shrugged before refilling Mav’s shot. “It’s karma for all the shit you did when you were his age, you should tell Viper about him.”

“That’s a great idea!” Mav said, shooting up from his seat. “Maybe Viper would school some sense into him!”

Penny simply gave him a mysterious smile, “Sure, Mav, that might happen.”

—-

“What are you talking about, Mav? Jake’s a good kid, not near as much of a hellion as you are,” Viper said.

He hid his gleeful smile behind a sip of his beer as he watched Maverick groan as if he’s in physical pain.

Karma’s a bitch.

Viper mused on whether or not he should pay the boy to make Maverick’s life hell for the duration he’s here. Maybe he will. Young men like him would take food and beer as adequate training.

And even if the boy was perfectly respectful when he met him, he had a certain cheekiness in his words, and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Reminiscent of a pilot he trained many years ago.

Plus, the bribery may protect him from the kid’s schemes.

He's too old for another kid, but maybe old enough for another grandson.

—

“Okay, I’m cutting you off, pay your tab and get out now,” Penny said, setting down the bill in front of the severely inebriated man.

“Naahhhhh, I wanna another one–” the man slurred, standing up and suddenly slammed his hands on the bar counter. “ANOTHER ONE.”

Penny crossed her arms and glared resolutely at the man, “No. Pay now.”

The man grumbled and squinted at the bill, swaying unsteadily, “T-This ain’t fucking right, it’s a goddamn joke!” The man angrily shouted leaning forward towards the bar owner. “There’s too many zeroes.”

Penny’s eye twitched and was about to make a retort when a cue stick firmly pushed the man away from the counter.

“Respect the lady, man, calm down,” A blonde man said, stepping forward, slamming the butt of the cue stick to the ground. “She said you’re done, so pay, and then leave.”

“What’s it to you!? This is between me and that bitch!” The man shouted, darting forward towards Penny.

It ended quickly.

The newcomer barely had to do anything. Or at least he made it seem so seamless. Sidestep, grab the collar, cue stick to the back of the knees, and throw the drunkard away from the counter.

The drunk fell on his ass, and stumbled forward on all fours trying to get up before stumbling back down again.

“Y-you asshole!” He slurred as he flopped down on the floor and buried his face in his hands with a groan.

“Sure, buddy, I’m the asshole in this situation,” the newcomer said, rolling his eyes before resting the cue stick on his shoulder.

Newcomer turned towards Penny, giving her a small, shy, smile, unlike the confident man who just assisted her, “You doing alright, ma’am?”

“Doing good, thanks, kid, but I could have handled it myself,” Penny said, smiling warmly.

“I know,” the kid said in a matter-of-fact tone. “But if I could help, why shouldn’t I?” The kid said shrugging.

Penny gave a small laugh, “You seem new in town, what’s your name? Your tab is free today for all the trouble you just had to go through.”

“Jake Seresin, ma’am, at your service,” Seresin said, giving her a two-fingered salute.

“Penny Benjamin, welcome to my bar,” Penny said, extending a hand for him to shake.

“May I offer one suggestion ma’am?” Seresin said after a moment. Penny nodded in consent and Seresin offered her another grin. “Don’t cancel my tab, just charge it to this guy, he was an ass anyways,” Seresin said, jabbing a thumb towards the still groaning man who was acting like a dying fish on her floor.

Fish. Boats. Overboard.

“Good idea, EVERYBODY, A ROUND ON HIM!” Penny, exclaimed at the whole bar.

The bar cheers.

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scottishaccentsareawesome · 6 months

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(Iceman is up for a possible promotion from Viper) Iceman:...I got the edge. I know it's not exactly ethical but I sent him a little bribe to tip the scales in my direction. Check it out, you can probably see it from the window. (the guys peek in the window of Viper's office from the hallway) Maverick: Oh, is it that pinball machine with the big bow on it? Iceman:...No. Slider: That new mountain bike? Iceman: No.... Wolfman: Well what did you send? Iceman: ...A basket of mini-muffins. Maverick: But there's a whole table of mini-muffin baskets. Which one did you send? Iceman:...The small one.

#incorrect quotes #top gun 1986 #the 86'ers #icemav #original: friends #tom kazansky #iceman kazansky #pete mitchell #maverick mitchell #ron kerner #slider kerner #henry ruth #wolfman ruth #mike metcalf #viper metcalf

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tomcat-tapes · 9 months

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For one so small, You seem so seem so strong,

My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm. This bond between us can’t be broken.

Snakestar took on the role of Falconkit’s father when Hawkstrike disappeared,

It’s a role he takes very seriously and with pride.

For @k9effect

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#top gun #top gun au #warriors au #top gun fanart #maverick #pete mitchell #viper #mike metcalf #Falconkit is Mav who later becomes Falconflight #Snakestar is obviously Viper #and Hawkstrike is our Duke Mitchell #ANYWAYS #Vipapa content for the amazing Admin on the Top Gun server🖤#love you sam!#tomcat draws

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jackiequick · 1 year

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Smoke in the air < Top Gun Maverick fic Au

Top Gun Maverick Au Series

Setting: Set years after Top Gun, Before Top Gun Maverick

Summary: What happens when old family friends meet again? But instead it’s though daughters and granddaughters instead. What if Rachel ‘Frostbite’ MetCalf and Jennifer ‘JenPen’ Mitchell earlier, years before Top Gun?

Platonic Pairing: Jennifer ‘JenPen’ Mitchell & Rachel ‘Frostbite’ MetCalf. Maverick’s daughter & Viper’s granddaughter.

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It was a hot shot day in April 2011, Jennifer was sweating bullets after running streets in the sun. She just finished a quick run with Amber Kazansky, the girl was faster than her in way she can’t count. She entered the household to see her dad, Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell, and aunt, Audrey ‘Sunset’ Davidson, in the kitchen trying to cool off.

“Hey Daddy.” Jen said giving a quick kiss onto her father’s cheek. Then she bounced over to her aunt doing the same, “Hiya, Mama.”

“Hi sweetheart.” He replied with a smile, checking his watch and placed on his shades, about to head out soon.

“Hello princess.” Added Sunset pouring herself another glass of soda, “Whatcha doing here so early? Where is everyone?”

Jen opened the fridge grabbing a water bottle as lifted it up to her lips, taking a sip before replying, “Kazansky and I just finished a quick run. Bradley is god knows where. And my other friends are at the beach. Where ya headed?”

“I’m dropping something off at Chipper and Wolfman’s house. While you’re dad is driving over to old Commander Viper’s place to drop over paperwork and then head over to the offices.”

Maverick lifted up his head, “Uh change of plans! Babygirl, i need to head out to a meeting with Slider and meet up with a old student of mine, so i need you to drop off the folders for me.”

“But Dad-” Jen tried to opt out but was cut off short.

“The address is on a post-it note in my garage. It will be a quick thing, i promise.”

“But i was gonna go pick up Rusty and Lucky to go to—okay.”

—

Jennifer took a quick shower and opted for a better change of clothes. A black tank top with a gray flannel wrapped around her waist, jeans cuffed at the ankles, sandals with a pair of big tear drop shape earrings. Along with the gold crusted green necklace necklace she never removed, that made her olive green eyes pop.

She headed downstairs taking the folder with the address taped onto the front, then headed out driving to the MetCalf household, texting the girls she’ll be late to the mall. She’s been there before when she just a little girl due to her father or uncles, taking her to the house to be babysat by Viper’s wife when no one could watch over her. Viper’s wife Linda was gentle soul, always welcoming everybody in with open arms and a full plate to anyone who’s hungry. She liked her very much, but she was tough at times too.

Jennifer parked in front of the beautiful house with a freshly watered garden to die for, a white painted front porch with lights gently handing off the edge of the front door and the sound of peaceful smiles lifting up the feel of the house. Simply lovely.

The girl stepped out of the car with the items she was meant to give to the folks in hand, almost tumbling up the footsteps and knocked on the door twice. No one answered, so she knocked again nor did she hear any noise coming from the other end of the doorway. She stepped back and decided to try and walk around towards the back porch. But before she can take the first step down the staircase, Jennifer heard the door swing open and whipped her head around to face the person.

She expected to see Linda MetCalf standing there in her classic light pastel yellow top and jeans, with her hair tie in bun. Or that’s at least what her memory decided to make up of the women. Instead she was met with a young blonde girl with dark green eyes wearing a gray sweater, navy blue shorts and Converses. She definitely looked way younger than her, probably early pre-teens. Something about her gave a icy annoyed vibe, like Jen just butted into her important conversation with someone by accident. As if she landed in some deep smoke with that look.

The young girl gave her a slight glare holding the doorknob, like she was ready to slam the door in her face or something for interrupting her peace and quiet. “Uh, who the heck are you?” She asked.

“I’m uh, a sorta friend of the family.” Jennifer explained pointing towards the house.

“Sorta?”

“Yeah, Linda MetCalf sorta was my babysitter.”

“Uh okay, i guess. How old are you?”

“Almost 20..? Who the hell are you?”

“Look, I’m not supposed to talk to strangers, so please..you know, leave.”

“But I’m not a—”

Then a classic voice was heard, “Honey, who’s at the door?”

“Some girl claiming she knows..um, you?” Replied the young blonde with a confused disgusted face, scanning the brunette’s outfit choice.

Linda came in after what looks to be drying her hands off and smiled recognizing her, “Jenny, is that you?”

“Y-yeah it’s me! I’m um, sorry to interrupt you.” Jennifer said apologizing, feeling the young girl’s eyes on her.

“It’s alright what are you doing here?”

“My dad wanted me to hand this to Viper..?”

She held up a folder with tons of paperwork inside with a half smile.

“Oh yes, Mike said your father was coming over. He’s just left to the store, but i can take it for him.” Linda said kindly, holding out her hand as the girl handed her the papers, “You wanna come in? I made blueberry pie.”

“N-no it’s fine, i was gonna head out to see my friends…” Jennifer replied about to give an excuse however the scent of pie hit her nose, realizing she was hungry, “Actually yeah, a few minutes wouldn’t hurt, right?”

“Wonderful! I’ll serve you a big slice.”

—-

By the time Linda served her the slice of pie, that already seem to be cut into earlier, the young blonde headed upstairs to do god knows what. The older woman stood a seat next to the young brunette smiling. Linda asked, “So how are you sweetheart?”

“I’m alright, to be honest could be better.” Jennifer said taking a bite out the pie and humming at the delicious taste in her mouth.

“What do you mean?”

“Well dad and I are having trouble with picking career paths. Plus he’s had a little fight with my aunts and uncles..”

“Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry. You’ll figure it out eventually, you guys always do.”

“I hope so..how are you doing? I’ve haven’t seen you since i was 13, 12 maybe…?”

“I’m doing good, specially with the spring allowing more sales at the bakery and spring shopping.”

Jennifer chuckled, “Oh yeah, the mall is packed with new spring dresses at Macy’s.”

“I know it is, i brought 5 brand new outfits there last week.” Linda chuckled, pouring themselves another glass of water, “I’m so happy you stopped by, i missed seeing you.”

“Aww i missed seeing you too! If i known you were babysitting a neighbor’s kid or something i would’ve came later.”

“Neighbor’s kid?”

“Yeah the blonde girl..or is she not..?”

“Oh no sweetie you’re mistaken, that’s my granddaughter.”

“G-granddaughter? I’m so sorry I didn’t know!”

“It’s alright, you weren’t here for a long time. She is Valerie’s daughter.”

“Valerie? The oldest blonde one with the pink bracelets and used to play with me every time you babysat me?”

“That’s the one, surprised you remember. Yeah Valerie moved out with her boyfriend—now husband years ago and came back home with their daughter.”

“That’s sweet.” Jennifer smiled then jokes, “Soooo, is Hunter still available?”

“Possibly.” Linda joked back, “And I think your a better match than his last girlfriend, Brianna.”

She laughed, “I might have to ask him out then. Besides, I think Brianna wasn’t the kindest girl…um what’s granddaughter’s name?”

“Rachel MetCalf. She’s a nice girl.”

“Uh, nice? She had an icey look like she could bite me.”

“She’s a sweetheart, Jenny. Go meet her, she’s in the guest room down the hall across from the bathroom.”

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Rachel was laying down on the bed watching rewatching a Taylor Swift music video on her laptop, as her feet kicking on the back near the edge. The lyrics blasted throughout the cracked open door, her nails were still wet from painting them a light gray color. She was relaxed and singing softly, not hearing the footsteps of clapping sandals along the the wooden floor.

She knocked on the white painted door asking if she could come in, thankfully she received a quiet yes. Once Jennifer opened the door, she was met with a different look, a far more comfortable one.

“Uh hey.” Jen said standing in the doorway giving the girl a small smile.

“Ugh what do you want?” Replies the blonde pausing the music video, wiping her head around to the girl.

“To talk. To you.”

“Uh why? Look my grandma, if ask you to do that just don’t listen to her. You might be wasting your time You came here to bring over some stuff, that’s all.”

“Uh ok first off, yeah she sent me here.”

“I knew it! We both know you got something more entertaining to do instead.”

“Secondly, watch your tone!”

“You ain’t my mother nor my grandmother!”

“Yeahhh I’m not but those two lovely ladies you just mentioned, I do know! I..sorry ok..I just came to be nice. Can we start over?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because it’s a nice thing to do.”

“Really? How so?”

——

The dark brunette, she didn’t speak, not knowing how to respond to that comment. Jen walked in and sat down on the edge of the bed, however knowing that this would be a long talk. Rachel sat crisscross applesauce on the bed, scrolling through the reopened Twitter page on her laptop. Memes, gifs, messages and videos filled up her feed. She glanced up at over every once in a while, waving a hand for her waiting for the girl to keep speaking.

But Jennifer didn’t.

Instead she watched her. The hair bouncing in front of her face, her dark nails, the rolled shoulder and annoyed pouted lips. The frosty looks that could sharply hurt you, a soft stabbing, focused glare underneath that deep eyeliner of hers. Some people are always like that that, it’s who they are. But sometimes it’s always something different, stronger. Something behind those eyes. Either she was going across a teenage phase or…

“How long?” Jennifer asked, the words just slipped out.

“What?” Rachel replies eyeing her up and down.

“How long was your father shipped out?”

“Wa-excuse me? How did you know that?! You just walk in here and asked me that…”

“H-hey I’m sorry. It just slipped out..well because I know the face. The attitude.”

Both of their voices were low, as if it was whispers of a conversation. Rachel looked at her once again, noticing that this girl seriously just called her out on something that she didn’t expect to hear. But somehow was known to everyone in that very room. It kinda sucks that the annoying girl in front of her read the room that quickly, or just guess it.

For Jen, it was something she knew a little too well. The look, sometimes the cries and the attitude. She experienced it, still does. Not something you catch on unless you travel around and met people every once in a while. Sometimes you need someone else to listen to you.

Rachel sighed, leaned back and scoff, “Okay that um, wow. Rude sorta I guess..but um yeah, my dad was you know gone for 6 months or less…Navy and stuff runs in the family. Guess with yours too?”

“Yeah. He’s never been gone for that long, huh?” Jennifer asked, she got a nod in return and continued, “I get it. It’s not easy, it gets annoying like the longest waiting game ever…what about your mom?”

“My mom?”

“Yeah..”

“Mom is usually at work nowadays, so I stay with um, well my grandparents. Mostly grandma. I mean yeah she’s always here but the last few weeks..she’s been usually busy with work.”

“It’s tough, at least you get to be near some cool grandparents. I get it, it can be hard sometimes you just want them safe and sound. Especially if your a bit of a daddy’s girl growing up, I guess.”

——

Rachel was still working out the way to look at this situation. Just a few minutes ago she was annoyed at this point with her but now it was like she has soften up. Sometimes you don’t know if someone is getting honest or just chatting with you to make conversation. As if it was a lie or something, she’s been though his routine before.

She scoffed and looking at her laptop, “Yeah well, what do you know?”

“What do you mean?” Jennifer asked, playing with her nails for a moment.

“You’re just sweet talking me or something. You don’t know me, you’re mom is probably at home with your dad.”

“She’s not at home.”

“Shopping for grocery then, whatever. At least she’s with you.”

“Yeah probably in spirit.”

“Huh?”

Jennifer scoff with a slightly half smile, “Girl, my moms dead.”

“Oh-oh my god! I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to.” Rachel said quickly with widen eyes, closing her laptop, “I um, uh, I didn’t know..”

“It’s alright. You didn’t mean to.”

“I’m sorry…is that why you visited my grandparents a lot? I heard half of the conversation downstairs. You uh, talk loud.”

“Y-yeah I mean sorta..I guess that’s why. My dad or uncle were busy with work as I got a little older, so I was always dropped off here..just like you.”

“What? No other uncles or aunts or older siblings to take care of you? At least I had my uncles and aunts.”

“Live far away or you know, busy with work. My dad trusted me in the care of your grandparents.”

“And my aunts and uncles appears like it..”

“Oh no, they just showed up to play every once in a while.”

Rachel joked with a half smile, “In what year? 1987?”

“Hey! I’m only a few years older than you. And yeah, in the late very 80s.” Jennifer admitted, knowing she couldn’t lie abiotic that.

“Hahahahaha! Old lady.”

“Again I’m literally 19. What are you? Like 11?”

“11?!”

“13?”

“13?! I’m 15! Just turned 15 a while back.”

“Heheh! You don’t look like it…”

“Okay, rude.”

“But you sound like it.”

Rachel muttered a ‘wow’ trying to act serious and mature enough to act like it, but the moment she turned around to face Jennifer. It was a whole different story. The brunette was biting the inside of her cheek, grinning softly at her, “What?” The young blonde started chuckling that grew into a fit of laughter, the other girl followed suit. They laughed for a good minute straight, chatting a bit more.

“So uh, can we start over..?” Jennifer asked with a shrug, smiling.

“Sure, why not.” Rachel replied with a slight scoff and smile.

“Hi, I’m Jennifer Mitchell my friends c-”

“Seriously? The whole introduction thing too and-”

“Just do it. Please?”

“Fine..I’m Rachel MetCalf. My friends call me Rach, at least they would if I had any friends.”

It was Jennifer’s turn to scoff and half smile, “Cute. Did you just quote Meg from ‘Hercules’?”

“Well yeah, duh. She’s a cool chick and relatable to me..” Rachel replied with a shrug and smirk.

“Okay, Megara..”

“Yeah no.”

“What? Nicknames it’s for sake! Iceman is already taken.”

“Rachel is just fine.”

“Okay fine.”

“You give everyone a nickname?”

“On occasion.”

“Oh dear god…fine, only one nickname got it? It should be a cool one! Not some lame basic one.”

“Damn okay, yes ma’am.”

She laughed at the older girl reaction. It made her feel comfortable and cool. Honestly she wasn’t half bad in her eyes. Rachel thought that she was warm and sweet, which contrasted her cool and collective self. Yeah she had a friend or two, but this brunette girl was willing to stay up here with her for a while. Yeah sure, it took Linda MetCalf to do so, but still. Usually she was the loner who gave everyone the side eye, then comes on this girl to interrupt her vibe today. Interesting.

The two chatted a bit more. Talked about schools, discussing movies, joked about crushes, watch some YouTubers, and do more things to past the time.

Not gonna lie, Jennifer was glad she went upstairs. The moment she saw the young blonde at the front door, it was smoke in the air! Her mind was racing with ideas to leave the paperwork and get out of there, especially when that glare hit her. Planning to definitely refuse the idea of coming upstairs to actually meet her, meet up with her friends at the mall. But when she got to know the blonde girl, something about this newfound friendship felt good.

The pair were discussing a few new movie trailers when Jen phone vibrate with a call from Rusty, she excused herself real quick to answer it remembering about the mall. She heard that the girls were at the Food Court, just finished showing at Target waiting for her.

Jennifer ended the call, noticing a few missed text messages from her dad as well. Oops. When she returned to the bedroom, she was met with the young MetCalf eyes and soft smile.

“You’re friends?” She asked with small nod.

“And a few missed text messages from dad..” She replied nodding.

“Oof. Tough break, sorry about that.”

“It’s cool. I got hang out with a cool girl anyway.”

“Cool?”

“Yeah your kinda cool.”

“Your playing, I ain’t cool.”

“I would say so, Rachel.”

“Whatever you say, Mitchell.”

Both girls chuckled.

“Walk me out?” Jennifer suggested with a small shrug, pointing at the door.

“Sure.” Rachel reply was quick as she jumped off the bed, leading her down the steps.

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They chatted some more, greeting Linda midway to the front porch. She smiled at both girls, happy to see they somehow got along. She gave the young Mitchell a slice of pie to go and returned back to the kitchen counter to continue a phone call of hers. Rachel opened the door for her new found friend. Jennifer smiled, giving her a small thanks.

“You know I wasn’t expecting this day to go like this, but I’m glad it did.” Jen says holding the pie in her hands.

Rachel leaned against the door frame, “Yeah, it wasn’t bad. Again, I’m sorry about earlier.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. I’m used to it, I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

“It’s cool, I kinda needed it you know.”

“Yeah. Ohhh how about I swing by again this week and I can take you out?”

“Seriously? T-that’s odd, we just met.”

“So? We’re kinda on good terms and I would like to hang out with you a bit more.”

The blonde smiled hearing that, surprised to see how open this girl was receiving her this whole time. Somehow she liked this annoying ball of sunshine and jokes. The brunette smiled softly as if she can see the gears turn in her head, she was cool with hanging out with someone like her. Somehow she enjoyed the vibe of this bright eyed ball of cool breezes and slightly snarky remarks.

It was that ‘screw off’ attuned attitude towards her, that Jennifer liked for some reason. She wait for a response from the blonde, playing with her necklace.

“Oh right.” Rachel said snapping out if her thought considering her offer, “Sure! Y-yeah we can hang out tomorrow I guess, o-only if your free of course. You seem kinda busy.”

“Nahh girl, I ain’t that busy!” Jennifer replies with a soft chuckle, “I’m usually lounging around or something. So I can definitely hang out tomorrow.”

“G-great! That sounds great, you’ll pick me up?”

“If it’s cool with your grandma and—”

Suddenly the yells of Linda MetCalf was heard, “YES! ITS OKAY WITH ME!..sorry, I was eavesdropping for a moment!”

Both girls laughed at the older woman, nodding at the agreement. Satisfied somehow with this situation of today, it wasn’t planned but it was nice so far. Rachel said her quick goodbyes, giving the brunette her phone number in the process and closed the door. Jennifer nodded as the door was sorta slammed in her face and chuckled running off to her ride.

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Being a woman pilot at Top Gun (1986 version)

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x reader

Words: 1k1

You had achieved it, after a significant amount of effort and sacrifice. Your level seemed to have finally equaled that of the other pilots in your promotion.

Although people's mindsets began to change, it was difficult for them to handle it. The idea of a woman as competent as her male counterparts still appeared like a fantasy.

Your first choice to enter the U.S Navy had already shocked many. But your determination proved to be stronger than the outside jibes.

The path of the air emerged as an obvious one whenever someone asked about your future. And your mother had always made it a point to cradle you with the stories of Amelia Earhart, or even Amy Johnson.

Your instructor had waited until the final moment to notify you of your deployment. Marine Corps Air Station Miramar was your destination. But you didn't avoid the reluctant speeches to get you to give it up.

Entering the base, security had a hard time believing your story. Women generally worked for the government, rarely in maintenance, and never as pilots.

They had finally let you pass when you presented official papers. All signed by your instructor and, God knows what miracle, by the Navy officers.

You arrived right on time for the first theory class of the year.

In this room, full of young men, looks were insistent and, provocative. Added to the incessant whispers, you found yourself elevated to the rank of a real attraction.

But also the target of some unsophisticated jokes with often misogynistic aspects.

“The plaque for the alternates is down in the ladies room” Iceman exclaimed to piss Maverick off. But you took it a bit personally because of your situation.

“And at the top of it figure the name of Tom Kazansky.” You answered briefly before leaving the room.

Besides the competition for first place, male pilots initiated another form of challenge. And you were the major trophy. The contest had started on your first evening.

During this event, many tried their luck. Wolfman, Hollywood, Slider, Chipper, or even Sundown. But the one who catches your eye stays in the shadows for a while before he starts to take action.

Tom has taken the time to explain all his successes over the years, even if you were familiar with them. His confident side made you spend most of the evening in his company. You completely ignored the rest of the pilots.

After your first flight, things got better in a way that your skills were there, and no one could doubt it anymore. And, like Maverick, Goose, Slider, and Iceman, Jester was dead.

It was rare that you mingled with others. Even rarer that they included you in their conversations, but you were no longer a stranger to them.

Without forgetting the main reason you were there, you accepted the extras. Agree to go out once in a while, and often in Tom's company. The others started to understand who would be the winner of the contest.

Charlie's entrance broke another barrier and her strength of spirit reinforced your convictions. But more than the theory, you were impatient to fly. To be miles above the ground without knowing what to expect. The sky had provided your best and worst moments, and if you were to leave this world, it would be up there.

Maverick, Iceman, and you were the top three. You were fighting for first place.

Each of the pilots ended up learning to rely on the others even if they had never flown with them.

Your desire to never put love and work together was strong. But your relationship with Iceman seemed almost a natural fit and you couldn't wait. He ended up asking you out, and, thinking that you already knew about it, Slider told you about the contest.

You obviously didn't take it well, and you began to question your relationship. All the things that Tom had said, had done. And you ended up blaming yourself for being so weak.

Thanks to Goose, you got to know and appreciate Pete Mitchell. He seemed to be willing to address the audience you represented. So you deduced that he liked you too.

Goose's death was a shock to most of you. As a Navy aviator, the risks were still important and everyone was aware of them.

More prompt to show your emotions, you were the second, after Iceman, to go to Maverick.

“I’m sorry for…” He wasn't looking at you. Pete seemed lost in thought. He was reliving the moment over and over again, wondering what more he could have done to save his friend. But nothing could have saved Nick. Even Viper would have found himself unable to do anything else. "If you need anything, material or emotional support, you know where to find me.”

He was holding back from crying. From letting his strongest emotion overwhelm him and let him sink. Maverick took a deep breath. He looked up at the roof as if the tears that had filled his eye sockets might return from where they came. His jaw tightened and he remained silent.

As you headed for the exit, your hand rested gently on his shoulder before sliding down his back. "I insist, find me at any time. I'll be here."

And then Maverick disappeared. A few days before the prize-giving.

To no one's surprise, Tom received the school's iconic plaque as the best student in his class. Viper had warned you about it. Your chances of reaching first place would be extremely low even if your level excelled Tom’s.

As all the pilots had heard about this, they all raised a toast to the first female pilot to succeed at TOP GUN. You didn't like to draw attention, yet this time the cheers confirmed your success.

To make up for taking part in this ridiculous game, Iceman gave you a long and well-constructed speech. He explained that his first flirtations were playful, but that as soon as you opened up to him, he fell in love. Your response was not instantaneous.

Despite your excellent results, you were not called to take part in the operation in the Indian Ocean. This explained why you didn't have time to answer Tom. And the wait was long. Intense as the anguish of losing a teammate, and the man you loved, became more important every second.

Maverick and Iceman's return released all the tensions. Like the others, you congratulated them on their heroic actions. And you shared a passionate kiss with Tom under the cheering of the other pilots. This was your answer. He was the one.

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airforce-51 · 2 years

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New hyperfixation >:((

Also new crackship

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 2 years

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Slider: This is Tom, short for Thomas.

Slider: This is Nick, short for Nicholas.

Slider: This is Mike, short for Michael.

Slider: Charlotte got lost on the way, so I'll introduce her later.

Slider: And this is Pete. He's just short.

#Slider #Iceman #Tom Kazansky #Nick Bradshaw #Goose #Mike Metcalf #Viper #Charlotte Blackwood #Charlie #Pete Mitchell #Maverick #top gun #incorrect quotes

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k9effect · 7 months

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Top Gun Winner!Mav and Proud Dad!Vipapa au to heal the soul. You're never too old for your dad to embarrass you publicly!

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#sam draws #top gun #vipapa #fanart #digital art #art #top gun 1986 #tg86 #tg 86 #top gun art #top gun fanart #maverick #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell #viper #mike metcalf #mike viper metcalf #mavson #vipdad

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thislovewillsetyoufree · 2 years

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highly underrated moment from Top Gun (1986):

“Maverick you’ll get your RIO when you get to the ship. If you don’t, give me a call. I’ll fly with you.” - Viper

anyway we don’t show Viper enough love, he’s the OG Top Gun Dad™️

#just rip my fucking heart out why don’t you #top gun (1986)#viper top gun #mike metcalf

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blackcat2907 · 2 years

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Got a Secret, Can You Keep It?

Part Three: Secret's Safe

Word Count: 2,119 words

Parts One and Two

"GOOSE! NO!" Maverick wailed, clawing for his best friend. He couldn't breathe. Eyes wide open, Maverick saw bright light and white. He shivered and frantically looked around. Where was Goose? He needed Goose. Oh, God, no! Goose! Don't leave me.

"Maverick, calm down, son." Maverick flinched and stared wide eyed at Viper. He hadn't noticed him before. Maverick couldn't breathe. He needed Goose. Lights flickered and outside in the hall, one of the ceiling lights fell and a nurse tripped over her heels. "Pete," Viper's firm, yet comforting voice grounded Maverick. "You need to calm down."

"Vi–Viper?" Maverick croaked. "Where's Goose? Is he okay? What happened? Please, tell me!" Maverick asked questions after question, green eyes wide and pleading. "Please…"

Viper's heart broke, and his solemn expression told Maverick all he needed to know. Shoulders sagging, the dam broke. Tears streamed down Maverick's face and sobs wracked his bruised body. "No, no, no, no. Not Goose. Please, not Goose." Maverick held his head in his hands, running his fingers through his messy hair. "No…" he brokenly wailed.

"Son, I can't sit here and tell you everything is going to be okay," Viper started, voice soft. "Goose is gone, and I am sorry about that. Right now, you need to rest. Then, we have to talk."

Maverick froze. "About…about what?" He gulped, nervously looking at Viper. Does he know? Stupid, of course he knows! You've been in the hospital since…

Viper gave Maverick a knowing look. "I'm sorry, son. Just get some rest. I'll be back later to talk." The CO stood up, gave Maverick one last glance, and left the injured pilot alone in the hospital room.

Maverick didn't remember falling asleep because the next time he woke up Viper was back with Jester. He could make out Ice and Slider leaving the room. Why were they here? Maverick wondered, brows furrowing. He hissed in pain, shuffling in the uncomfortable hospital bed to get into a more comfortable position.

"You're awake," Jester nodded, looking at Maverick with a stoic expression, but deep down, Maverick thought he could see a bit of concern. "About time, kid. Thought you were going to sleep the second day away."

Second day? He had been asleep for that long? Blinking, Maverick wordlessly nodded, looking from Jester to Viper. Both officers stared back. Viper cleared his throat, and Maverick focused his gaze onto the older officer. "Sir?" Maverick croaked.

"Pete, we need to talk about…the mark." Maverick flinched and shook his head. "Pete, I promise that you won't go back. All you need to tell us is who else knew and what was given to you." Viper spoke in a soft voice, promising Maverick a sort of safety.

Something inside Maverick told him to trust Viper. He opened his mouth but no words came out. It hurt too much. His breathing picked up and soon he started hyperventilating. He couldn't. It hurt too much. He refused to be hurt anymore.

"Son, breathe. Come on, deep breaths. In and out." Maverick heard Jester speak, his deep voice cutting through the haze. He can't breathe. "I know, kid." Did he say that out loud? "Breathe. Come on. Focus on me." Jester breathed deep. "In and out, kid. You can do it, Maverick."

Maverick tried to breathe. Goose, oh god, he needed Goose. This wasn't working. "Kid," Jester began. "What are five things you can see?" He tried a different tactic.

Five things he could see? "You…Viper…" he gasped, "the sheets…the monitors, and the IVs…" That wasn't so hard. Maverick blinked, trying to ground himself.

"Four things you can feel," Jester continued.

"The sheets, my sore body, the IVs, the cold air," Maverick shivered, breathing deep.

"Three things you can hear." Jester leaned forward, reaching out to pat Maverick's leg. "Come on, kid, you can do it."

"Your voice, beeping, air blowing from the vents."

"Two things you can smell."

"Sweat and chemicals," Maverick grimaced, a terrible mix of smells.

"One thing you can taste. Last one, kid," Jester assured.

"Dryness?" Maverick answered, sounding like a question. He needed water. "Water?" he asked, hopefully, now realizing how dry his mouth and throat were.

"Here." Viper handed Maverick a plastic cup of water. Maverick took it and gulped down the water, hands shaking slightly. "Pete, are you ready?"

No, I'm not. "Ye–yeah," Maverick lied. He knew there was no more hiding, but he didn't want to relive it. Taking a deep breath, Maverick stared at Viper. Talk to me, Goose. "The only one who knew was Go–Goose," Maverick started, voice breaking up. "He was the only person I told. He pro–" a soft sob escaped Maverick's lips. "He promised he wouldn't tell anyone."

"Goose is gone, Maverick," Jester said, bluntly. "There is an on-going investigation," Maverick's eyes widened and he tensed, "but no one else other than Viper and I know about the mark. The investigation is about Goose's death and you've been grounded until further notice."

"What did they give you, Pete?" Viper asked again.

"You saw the mark," Maverick grumbled, curling in on himself. He didn't want to talk anymore. It hurt. "It's derived from the Latin word fortuna which means luck. I have extremely good luck, but when I'm sick, scared, or in shock, it can be either extremely bad or good. That's when I'm most unpredictable." Maverick bit back a sharp retort of how it wasn't given to him but forced into him. "I didn't ask for this. I never wanted it. I was just lucky enough to be picked." Bitterness laced his voice.

"I know, Pete. Your father would've tried everything to keep you safe," Viper sighed. He has promised Duke he'd try to keep Pete safe, and he failed. He had to make this right.

"You knew my father?" Maverick gasped. He leaned forward, ignoring the way his body screamed for him to stop moving.

"Lay back, Pete," Jester sighed. "You're going to hurt yourself even more." The commander officer stared at Viper. "Your kid," he deadpanned.

"I flew with him when he went down," Viper admitted, glaring at Jester to keep his mouth shut. "He was the best pilot I had ever seen. He went down saving three other planes. Saved nine men. As we were behind enemy lines, your father's death was pushed under the rug along with every other brave pilot who died that day."

Maverick sat in silence. "I promised I would watch out for you. I failed you, Pete. Help me make this right. I've already spoken to the rest of the class. Asked them if they'd keep a secret and if they were willing to lie to admirals and risk their careers."

"What did they say?" Maverick gulped, eyes downcast.

"They said yes." Maverick's head perked up. They what? "All I need to ask is if you are willing to open up and let us protect you. You can say no. This is your choice. If you say yes, you will have every pilot and RIO here having your back. Think about it." Viper nodded to Maverick, and he and Jester left him alone once more.

Goose would want me to play it safe, but how can I trust them? Ice and I have a rivalry and probably bad blood. I'm not close with any of them. Why would they risk their careers for me? I killed their friend. I killed Goose. But…Goose would have done anything to keep me safe. Maverick sucked in a sharp breath. He knew what he needed to do.

Maverick was released from the hospital a few days later. He was still sore, and everything seemed to be different. A tense feeling of loss and sorrow hung in the air. Viper had personally picked him up from the hospital. Jester and the rest of the Top Gun class were waiting for them in Viper's office. How they all fit in there, Maverick didn't know.

Every eye landed on him as Maverick stepped into the room. Uncharacteristically, he avoided looking anyone in the eye, instead opting to keep his head down. He shuffled to Viper's desk and awkwardly stood to the side. Hollywood and Wolfman grinned at Maverick, welcoming him back. Chipper and Sundown did the same. To Maverick's surprise, Ice looked at Maverick with a small smile.

Jester cleared his throat, getting everyone's attention. "What you are about to see and be told must never leave this room. You will be expected to never utter a word about this. If this gets out, the man responsible will be discharged dishonorably for leaking government secrets," the CO warned, glaring coldly at the men. "Am I understood?"

"Yes, sir." Maverick blinked back tears. They didn't have to do this. He would have managed without their support.

"Good. Viper?" Jester stepped to the side, letting Viper take front and center.

"Around twenty years ago, the United States government started a program to create the perfect soldiers," Viper began. "They took children–most orphans–but some were given to the program." Ice tensed beside Slider. Viper glanced at Maverick, who tapped his foot against the floor. "They were…" he paused, "tested. Many died in the process. The survivors were forever changed." The aviators exchanged concerned glances. "When the program shut down, the scientists were ordered to terminate the surviving projects." Maverick flinched. "Everyone was believed to be dead, but some kind hearted souls managed to smuggle a few kids out."

"Sir, what are you saying?" Sundown asked, anxiously looking from Maverick to Viper. "Is Maverick…"

"A survivor?" Viper finished. "Yes, he is. He is the only one." Maverick swallowed back tears. He wouldn't cry in front of them. He wouldn't.

Ice blinked. So, they didn't know about him. Slider relaxed, but Ice kept his eye on Maverick. The poor pilot thought he was alone as Ice had felt. Taking a deep breath, Ice opened his mouth, "Actually, Sir, you're wrong."

"What are you saying?" Viper raised an eyebrow.

"Tom, don't," Slider hissed, fear gripping him.

Ice wordlessly unbuttoned his top shirt, ignoring the confused looks and whispers. Forcing his hands to stay still, he pulled up his shirt to reveal his stomach. "I said you're wrong, Sir," Ice spoke, voice wavering.

Maverick's green eyes widened, his jaw dropping. Everyone could see the brand–a brand exactly like Maverick's. "Ice? You, too?" Maverick rasped, wincing at how raw his voice sounded.

Ice nodded and dropped his shirt, buttoning up his top shirt again. He dipped his head and stepped back, Slider glaring at the others, daring them to say something.

"Let me get this straight," Hollywood started. "Iceman and Maverick are people the government took, tested, and thought to be dead?"

"What did the tests do?" Wolfman asked, curiously.

"They made us monsters," Ice snarled, shocking the pilots.

"Wolfman, Hollywood," Viper sighed. "The marks mean fortuna and gelum. Luck and Frost. Have any of you wondered how Maverick could do those death defying stunts? Or when the air would grow cold when Ice was around?" Everyone nodded and murmured. "Iceman?" Viper nodded to Ice.

"Fine." Ice stepped forward and held out his hand, palm up. Taking a deep breath, a small iced over snowball appeared in his hands. Maverick watched in awe. He smirked and tossed it back at Slider, hitting him in the stomach.

"BASTARD!" Slider wheezed, holding his stomach. Maverick burst out laughing with Ice who chuckled softly. "For the record, I knew the whole time," Slider yelled, flipping Ice off.

"That's awesome!" Hollywood exclaimed.

"Does that mean Maverick has the power of luck? Like the superstitious stories of four leaf clovers?" Sundown asked.

"Yeah, it does," Maverick confirmed. "Goose was the only one who knew before now."

Jester stepped forward. "Alright, that's enough. No one will ever tell anyone what happened here today. This base is now a safe place for everyone. Dismissed."

Maverick watched Chipper drag Sundown out of the room. Hollywood and Wolfman clapped Ice's shoulders, sent Maverick smiles, and left the room. Ice stood in front of Maverick, a tense silence settling in.

"I'm…sorry," Ice softly spoke, "about Goose. He also knew about me. It's my fault he died." Ice forced his tears to freeze over. He wouldn't cry in front of Maverick or his superiors.

"No, Ice, it's mine. I was too close," Maverick assured. "Goose was always good with secrets," he chuckled.

"Enough, both of you," Viper coughed. "It wasn't anyone's fault. It was an accident. Get that through your heads. You two have some catching up to do. Go home. Get some rest. It's been a hard day for you. That's an order."

"Yes, sir!" Ice saluted. He glanced at Maverick before walking out the door.

"Thank you," Maverick smiled through his tears. "Both of you." He hugged Viper. "Thank you, Dad." He nodded toward Jester and walked out. "THOMAS KAZANSKY!" he shouted, racing down the hallway.

Viper stood frozen in shock. Jester eyed him and shook his head. "You're welcome…son."

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