Dreadwing and I chat every day. It's usually me doing the chatting and him sending back one-word answers. After a few days of this I had asked him if he was alright or if I was boring him. He made it very clear I was not boring him. He was generally interested; he just didn't have much to say back. He is a man of very little words I tell ya. He does talk about his job every now and then. How hard it can be being a lieutenant for him. Though I had to have him explain that he is the second in command. So, he is high up on the ranking chart. Unlike me, who is way at the bottom. I may be a lieutenant, but I'm one in a thousand. His ranking structure is very different from mine. Well in a way it's the same, but yet different. It's so hard to explain. He's a first lieutenant, but it's a high-ranking thing for him. I'm a second lieutenant and it doesn't really mean anything. I'm just in charge of a platoon. He's in charge of a whole army, well right underneath his commander. Who I guess is kind of a jerk? The way he described him, he sounds cold and harsh. He beat the hell out of the last guy who had Dreadwings job. If any of my commanders or higher ups did something like that, they would be thrown out so fast, they wouldn't see what hit them.

I have yet to fly again. The captain is keeping me on the ground. I'm growing restless. I am constantly out trying to find things to do. I've washed my jet inside and out at lease three times now. It takes a day to just wash it and another to just clean the inside and I mean clean it. I cleaned the whole engine bay too. The inside of the wings, my rudder and stabilizers. I mean everything. I go on runs or I take the platoon on runs. They can't stand it when I make them get up at five in the morning just to run ten miles. Which I don't know why, it's good exercise. I know they work hard, but we need to keep in shape too. That is also my job. Though its not usually me who takes them out for pt, I've been doing it a lot lately.

I'm in my office after a run, my hair is a sweaty mess, strands covering my face. My shirt clinging to my chest and my shorts have ridden up, I need to push them down. I'm haven't gone and showered yet, because I have to get my troops ready for another field op. One, I won't be going on because the Captain won't let me fly yet. So, what is the point? I fiddle through the paperwork, signing, adding names, going over the manifest. I don't even care about how I look right now. I've been with the same guys, who cares anymore. What use am I if I can't fly? I seriously need to get back into the air.

I prop some of the papers up and shuffle them to make the all straight. Just as I'm doing this, I see a head of hair over the brim of the papers. Then I hear a knock. I lift my head slightly and look up to see a tired face of my Captain. The same one I can't seem to stop complaining about. I do my best to not roll my eyes at him. He knows I'm still mad at him.

"Hi." Is that really how he's gonna start this conversation.

"Hi." I drop the papers on my desk and give him my full nasty glare attention.

"Look I know you want to fly, but I can't let you. Just not yet."

"When you tell me why, I'll stop being ass about it."

"I...I can't tell you."

"And why not?" My voice raises a notch and I notice him flinch. This makes me smirk.

"I just can't, please just accept that." Then he waves his hands in front of his face and at me. "That's not what I'm here for. I need you to go on the op."

"No." I put my hands on my desk and clasp my hands together.

"Its not a suggestion, its an order." Now he's getting angry.

"No."

"Jane, you can't defy an order."

"Unless I can fly, I'm not going."

"I need you as a lieutenant, not a pilot."

"Don't care. I'm here to fly. Not run a platoon and that's what I'm doing." I stand and slam my hands on the desk. He jumps.

"If I let you in the air once tomorrow, will you go and not complain." He whispers and leans in close to me.

"I want two hours, no three of fly time. Wherever I want." I point a finger at him.

He gives a sigh, rubbing his hand over his face, "Fine. Do it early tomorrow though please."

"Yes!" I cheer, pumping my fist into the air.

"I'm serious. You pick one person to help you get in the air, then you get three hours and you better be back. Then we have to get ready for the op."

"Yeah yeah. I got you." I wipe some of my sweaty hair out of my face and smile. I am so excited. I can't wait to tell Dreadwing.

"Thank you." He gives a small grin before leaving out the door.

I jump in place before grabbing my phone. Its hard for me to send a text as I'm jumping, but I am so happy to be going out into the air. I need to fly again. After I send the text, I run out of the room. I take off down the hall and off to the locker rooms to shower and change. I know I'm not flying today, but I can still get the jet ready for tomorrow. I'm sure she wants to go fly too. She's been sitting for to long. Probably just as stir crazy as I am. I act like my jet is alive. I'm not sure what I'm thinking. This is how crazy I'm going from not being able to fly.

I'm out of the shower and I receive a text back from Dreadwing. He says he will be at our spot tomorrow morning. This makes me even more happy. I haven't seen him since he met me at the end of base that one day like two weeks ago. Should I dress up? Wait I can't dress up, people would be suspicious and how would I fly? It would be so uncomfortable. Why am I think about getting dressed up anyway? Dreadwing wouldn't be interested in me like that? He probably has girls falling all over him, prettier ones too. I just can't wait to see those lovely crimson eyes and that wavy black hair that is perched upon his perfect head.

I run into Drake as I walk out of the locker room.

"Your just now getting changed?" He looks at me with wide eyes.

"Yes, I've just been sitting in my office, finishing paperwork. Why did I need to change? I wasn't seeing anyone important."

"I guess. I mean don't you feel gross." He flinches back in disgust.

"A little, but it doesn't bother me to much. But forget that, guess what?" I say excitedly.

"What?" He asks back dramatically.

"I get to go flying," I whispered.

"No way?" He whispered back, leaning in close. "How did you do it? Sex, money, drugs?"

I give him a light shove away and he starts to laugh.

"Funny. No, I told him I'll go on the field op if he lets me fly."

"Oh yeah I overheard them wanting you to go. Nice one." He puts a hand up and waits for me to high five him back. That is exactly what I do.

We start to walk towards the flight deck, chatting along the way.

"You gonna see your boyfriend?" I knew this was going to come up.

"Maybe, but he is also not my boyfriend. He is just an amazing, wonderful flyer. He's handsome, sweet, has a really deep, sexy voice. I mean he can fly. He flies circles around me. literally. It's absolutely amazing."

"You sound like you're in love."

I glare at him just before slapping his chest and making him keel over for a moment.

"That's what you get, asshole."

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"She's going flying tomorrow." His voice quiet as it talks over the phone.

"I told you not to let her into the air." An aggravated voice answers.

"She is a pilot. They don't like to be kept grounded. I needed to let her fly sooner or later. She's running herself into the ground literally. She needs some flight time. So, I said yes to letting her fly."

"You better keep a lock on her jet. Know exactly where she is going and if anything seems out of ordinary, you contact me. Fowler out" Then a click ends at the end of the line.

The man heaves a low sigh before chucking the phone onto his desk.

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"Prime!" An angered voice yells over the comm.

"Yes, Agent Fowler." Prime answers.

"Lieutenant Jane will be flying tomorrow morning. I need you and your Autobots ready to follow her when she takes off."

"Will do."

"Let me know if anything happens."

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"You ready to fly, ma'am?" Drake says handing me my helmet.

"Yes, I am." I say with a huge smile upon my face.

I climb up into the cockpit, sitting down in the seat I haven't sat in for a few weeks. Its just as comfortable as ever. I pull my helmet over my head and set up my mask. I buckle up the harness and turn on the engines. I send a thumbs up down to Drake and the top to the cockpit closes around me, sealing me in. My thrusters slowly start to move me forward. I make my way to the landing strip and start to move faster. I can't contain my excitement as I bounce in my seat.

"This is so amazing." I squeal as I take off into the air, my body being pushed back into the seat.