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Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw X Floyd!Fem!Reader

Warning: Allusion to sex, heavy makeout session that'll lead to sex, but no smut. PTSD, panic attack. English is my second language. Feel free to give me a comment about my writing and grammars mistakes

Author Note: btw if you want to be tagged just let me know in the comment. I can't reply to any of your comments because is sideblog. But I really thankful for your comments and responds.

Part 2

(Y/N) storm out from the two side door and cross the lobby to walk towards her office at the end of the hallway. Her breathing is uneven, she can hear the distinct sound of guns, bombs, and screams. She burst into her office and walk towards the corner beside her table. She tucks her knees up, closes her eyes and covers her ears with her hands. Her body is shaken uncontrollably and tears stream down her cheeks.

When she opens her eyes, she's not in her office. She's in the open field with many bunkers type of buildings. The building was disintegrating, smokes coming from them.

She looks around and saw many soldiers on the ground, their uniforms are burned and smoke coming from their bodies. She look to her right and saw battered soldiers push to their knees and get shotted by a man behind them with an assault rifle. She sits down and clasps her hand to her mouth to contain her screams. She hid behind the brick wall that was still attached to the ground from the disintegrating buildings. There's the man beside her trying to calm her down.

She then closed her eyes until her eyelids wrinkled with how tight she closed them. When she opens her eyes, she's back in her office. Her body shook, she then crawls to her table, stands on her shaking knee and tries to reach for her phone. When she gets it, she crawls back to the corner where she'd been before.

She sat with her knees up to her chest, she open her phone and find her husband's name in the phone contacts. She tried to call him, but just got greeted by her husband's voicemail.

She begins to sob, tears streaming down her cheeks, she grips her phone tightly until her knuckles are white. She hid her face in her knee and sobbed loudly. Her body shaking from the impact.

After she contained her sobs, she lifted her face from her knee. She saw her fallen tears make dark patches in her khaki uniform. She wiped her cheeks with her sleeve but the tears still spilling down again.

She then opens her phone again and opens a voice messenger. She clicks one of the voice notes with her husband's name on it. Then her husband's voice filled her hearing.

"Hey honey, this is your husband speaking. Bradley Bradshaw or you'll call me Rooster when you want to have sex. But you probably know it's me" he chuckles

She cracked a smile at her husband's monologue. She places her chin on her knees and circles her arms around her calf.

"Anyway, I made this voicemail if your PTSD started to interfere with you. I read on Google that when someone got PTSD, the first thing you do is try to make them calm and relax. Don't trigger them and make them comfortable." Bradley stated

"That's why I make this voicemail because you always said that my voice makes you calm when you have a bad day. So I'll just gonna talk to you through this." There's silence but then Bradley let out a sigh.

"Okay, first of all, I love you and you probably know that, and I miss you, of course I'll always missing you. But now I'm not really missing you because you're here with me now. You're just going out with some friends."

"But I'll always miss you though, especially when we start working again. Which I hate it, but you like your job." He whined in last sentence.

"You are always so passionate when you're talking about your job. Do you remember when you try to explain to me why C4ISR is important for the Navy system for 20 minutes straight? But I didn't understand anything that you just said. You mad at me and pouting. And I have to make it up to you with a promised that I'll give you my infamous massage"

She chuckles at this and sniffed.

"Maybe I'm not really understand about what you said about computer and technology or your brainiac talking about. But it turned me on though when you became a nerd" he chuckle to himself. There's silence again.

"Anyway, I hope my ramble about you is making you calm and relaxed. And just so you know, I love you. Very very much" he said the last sentence slowly. Then there's a shuffling noise and Bradley groans after few seconds filled with a shuffling noise.

"It's too short. It's not even 30 seconds, I should make this a little longer. It can't get (Y/N) relaxed and calm if it is just 30 seconds. What should I talk to you about again" he muttered to himself.

"Oh, I can sing to you. What about Jim Croce, honey? you said my voice sounds like him, right?" he clears his throat and begins to sing A Long Time Ago by Jim Croce.

Seems like such a long time ago

I was walking on a lonely road

Getting tired of dreamin' alone

He then stopped abruptly

"Wait, I should probably add melody in it. We're gonna used the piano" she heard a rumbling noise and his feet pounded to the floor. There's a sound of a door being opened and closed, several seconds later, the sound of the door opening and closed comes back again. She then heard her husband sigh.

"I forgot we're in Oceana now, there's no piano in here. They're in San Diego." He groaned.

"Okay, I'll just gonna sing it without the music" he clears his throat and begins to sing

Seems like such a long time ago

I was walking on a lonely road

Getting tired of dreamin' alone

Like all the lonely people I had known

Seems like such a long time ago

There was no one who would share my song

I was just a boy far from home

But I became a man when you came along

She sobbed again but a smile appeared on her face

We spent the whole night talkin'

You said you'd like to see the sunrise

But in the gold of mornin'

Was nothing I had not seen in your eyes

I was so afraid to touch you

Thought you were too young too know

So I just watched you sleeping

Then you woke and said to me

The night is cold

It frightens me

And I could sleep so easy next to you

It wasn't very long ago

You said that you would like to share my road

Then you started singin' my song

You said so many nights are waiting

Let's not spend a moment wasting time

'Cause we have very far to go

I will go if you will take me

I have never had a lover

I am young

But I am so alone

We spent the whole night talkin'

But in the gold of mornin'

He finished his song.

"Rooster, I'm home" she then heard her fainted voice in the background.

"Oh shit, you're back" he whispered-yelled, a slight panic in his voice. There's a rumbling sound through the voice mail. Rooster clears his throat.

"This voice note is special. you should hear this when your PTSD begin to annoye you. Or when you missing me so much or you can't contact me because of the blocking signal when you're in middle of knowhere"

"And never ever heard it in front of me, or your friends, or even Bob. No. Their not allowed. This is just for your ears only." He talks in a whispered voice

"Rooster you big stud, take me to bed or lose me forever" (Y/N) voice in sing-song can be heard in the background.

"I'm coming honey" he shouts for a response. "I love you." The voicemail ended and she began to sob. She misses her husband, she misses Bradley. She misses his smells, she misses his dorky smile, she misses his sappy jokes, she misses everything from him. She misses her Rooster.

She collapsed to the floor in her front. Her head turned to the side, her phone lay beside her. She pressed play again, and her husband's voices once again filled the room.

"Hey, honey..."

She laying there, unmoving. She stopped crying, Her cheeks is stained with tears. Her eyes is empty, she stared at a blank space. Everything is frozen around her, she can't move. She just stared at the filling cabinet that was mounted to the wall with a blank stare.

****

When (Y/N) step out of her office, the sky changed into black colours with glowing white stars decorating it. She's driven on her way home. When she arrived at her yard, she open the garage door with the remote in her car and move her car forward to the garage.

She parked her car beside her husband's 1970s baby blue Ford Bronco that was covered in a white sheet to protect it from dust. She collects the food she'd just bought in a local diner on her way home. She open her driver's seat with her free and and climb out from her car. She closed the door and click her car keys, her 2018 deep blue Ford F-150 give out a beeping sound to notify the car is locked.

She twirls her car keys in her finger and begins to walk towards the front door. When she want to entered her key to the front door, she saw the door had already been opened.

She opens her door quietly and walks slowly inside the house stay alerted. She placed her bag of food on the floor and stuck one of her hands in her pocket trouser so she can press an emergency button on her phone when the intruder try something dangerous to her.

When she walked toward her living room, she heard music playing on the phonograph. Don't Stay Away Too Long by Peters & Lee playing on the vinyl record.

She was stunned at first but collected herself and walk towards the sound. She sees through the living room cabinet, there's someone with dark brown curls bent over in the fridge. Their head is swaying following the music beats. The person rummaging through the fridge looking for something.

She let out a shaky breath and walked toward the kitchen. She stopped beside the kitchen Island and stared at the person with glistening eyes. The person still rummaging through the fridge and singing along with the music that plays.

"Bradley..." she breathes out his name.

"Wo-oh, wo-oh Jet plane flying high above me

Don't stay away too long

Come back darling, say you love me

Don't stay away too long

Tell me you'll be think-...." He stopped abruptly when he heard his name.

Bradley then stands up and turns around to face her with a Cocky smirk displayed on his face. He's wearing a long sleeve white Henley shirt and blue jeans. The Henley's not buttoned up so his tanned chest got displayed. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows to showing his tanned muscular arms.

"Hey, Honey..." his voice is deep and smooth.

She then launches herself to him and Bradley caught her in her bottom. His body dips a bit from the impact. He breathed out a laugh and tightened his grip on her. She buries her face in his neck and inhales his scent. Bradley walks them to the kitchen island and places her on the counter. She still clings to him and she begins to cry.

"I miss you..." she tries to contain her cry but her tears just pouring harder. Bradley brought her head from his neck.

There's a stain of her tears on his shirt and neck but he didn't mind. He examined her face that he missed for the past three weeks.

"Don't cry, sweetheart. I'm here now" she sniffed and hiccuped a bit to contain her cry. Bradley wiped her tears with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry, I just miss you so much..." she said in her tears and pouted at him. Bradley wiped her tears again and stroked her cheek with his thumb in circles. He admires her face in his hand and gives her a loving smile.

"I'm here now sweetheart. I'm here now" he murmured to her and place his forehead on her. He then closed his eyes and muttered the same sentence to her.

Bradley open his eyes and stared at her eyes. He shifts his gaze to her lips.

"Can I.." He asked for her permission.

This is one of the many things that make her fall more in love with Bradley Bradshaw. Always ask her concern about everything that'll involve her. For Bradley Bradshaw, Her concern is number one in their relationship. He always asks if something that he'll do will make her comfortable or not. He's always been a gentleman.

Bradley then closed the gap and place his lips on her. They both gasp at the feeling of each other lips after 3 weeks of never being touched. Their kiss is sweet and longing.

After three weeks of never meeting each other, they poured all of them in this kiss.

(Y/N) place her hands in Bradley's hair and tugged at them slightly. Bradley groaned and place one of his hands on the back of her head and loosened her neatly bun hair until it fall loosely. His other hand was placed on her back to make her closer. (Y/N) legs wrapped tightly in Bradley's waist.

Their loving and longing kiss change to desperate and lust. Bradley then lifts her from the kitchen island and walks them toward the living room. He stop in front of the stair and placed her back on the wall beside the stairs.

They break the kiss and breathe heavily. Bradley place her hair behind her ear and stared at her face. Cheeks flushed and lips were swollen. She then places both her hands on his face and begins to trace the scars on his jaw and flushed cheeks.

"Bedroom..?" Bradley's voice is husky with lust. She just nodded and smashed her lips against him. Their kiss now is just teeth and tongue. Poured all of their lust that had been contained for three weeks into the kiss. Bradley carries her to their shared bedroom. He opens the bedroom door and steps inside. He then closed the door with his feet and they pour their missing time into each other embrace all night long.

****

The ringing of the alarm clock woke (Y/N) up from his slumber. She woke up in her husband's arms. Their naked body was protected from San Diego night with the grey sheets that covered them.

They are up until 3 in the morning. After she was exhausted enough she placed her head on her husband's naked chest. She heard her husband murmur 'I Love You's and kiss her forehead. She begin to drift to sleep, the last thing she heard was her husband's steady heartbeat.

When he see her wife fell asleep already in his arms, Bradley looked at her. He still wants to spend the night with her, but seeing her exhausted face, he can ask her to do it another day. He stared at her sleeping wife in his arm, he place his hand on her naked back and rub it up and down. He shift his gaze and stared at the ceiling. He placed his free hand on the back of his head as a pillow. His mind begins running with questions.

He thought about why he'd got called back to Top Gun, and what kind of mission he'll be doing. The dangerous one that'll cost his life or just another rescue mission that'll take days, weeks, or even months to not meetings his wife. He cannot bear to leave his wife again after their reunion this night. He needs more time with her.

There's the time when he thinks about retiring and changing his job as a Top Gun Instructor so he'll not leave his wife again. He can stay by her side every time without worrying about not coming back or when he'll gonna come back.

But when he uttered his thought to her, she'd yell at him and knock some sense into him. She remains him how hard she tries to get where he's standing now. He even has to get sent off four years too late because certain someone pulls out his application from the naval academy. That the thing makes him try harder to achieve where he is now.

He shift his gaze to his wife and stared at her, she stir a bit when he shift.

'Did (Y/N) now about the mission I'm gonna do?' He asks himself in his thought.

When it comes to the works, they never revealed what mission they're gonna do. Because all the jobs they're doing are confidential, especially (Y/N) jobs. When they're gonna say goodbye for a mission or deployment. They just told each other where they're gonna go and how long they're gonna gone. The details must be left out.

But (Y/N) always now what mission Bradley gonna do because half of the mission or data for Navy she'd got hold of them. Certainly, It's not acceptable, but it is one of her privileges to become one of the higher commands in Naval Information Warfare Systems Command.

Bradley always commented that her division is quite a mouthful and he'll never get to say it correctly.

But after months of trying, he did it. he can pronounce it correctly and even can spell it. He always shows it in front of her brother to show it and get to his skin because her brother cannot spell it so fast like him. All the thoughts that run in his head make him drift to sleep.

****

When (Y/N) tries to release herself from her husband's grip, Bradley tightens his grip on her hips.

"Bradley I have work to do" She whispered in his naked chest. Her voice croaked. She cleared her throat to make her voice normal again.

"No, you won't " he murmured in her hair and swung his legs to her hips so she was trapped between his body.

"Bradley..." she whined but Bradley closed his eyes and tightened his grip.

"Honey... you want to see my head got hung in front of Fightertown because I'm late for meeting with Admiral Simpson" Bradley shot his eyes open and stared at her. Her finger toyed lazily with his golden cross necklace. She lift his gaze and stared at Bradley's eyes and pouted slightly.

"Why'd you make it sound so scary. Now I'll have to think about that scary movie when the witch got beheaded" he groaned and bury his nose in her hair. His morning voice is husky and her mind begins to think about their last night activities.

"Because I'll get beheaded by him and you'll be forced to see me when I get to execute when you not released me now" she still toying with his necklace. He shift his eyes to meet her and stared at her lovingly.

"I'll just save you then. And killed Admiral Simpson" he stated and she raised her eyebrows at him.

"If you kill Admiral Simpson, one battalion gonna hunt you down and kill you" she pointed at his chest.

"And I'll just have to kill them all" he smiled and shift his body so she was underneath him. He leaned to kiss her. But (Y/N) raised her hand to his mouth to stop him. He raised his eyebrows at her with what she did.

"Morning breath, babe..." she uttered to him. But Bradley removed her hand from his mouth.

"I don't care.." Bradley leaned his head until their forehead touched.

"But I care..." she smiled at him.

"But I don't.." he smirks and kissed her lips. She just smiled and kiss him back. Bradley begins to trail kisses to her jaw, cheeks, and neck. She begins to giggle and squirm because his moustache tickles her neck.

"Bradley.. stop..." she giggles and squirm in his grip but Bradley just keeps kissing her neck and trailing down to her chest. When he begin his way down to kiss her breast she pull his head away and brought it to face her.

"No.." she exclaimed with a shake of her head. Bradley just groaned and bury his face in her neck.

"C'mon you big stud, move your ass" she slaps his arm but Bradley just wiggling his ass. She giggles at his antics.

"That's not what I mean" she let out a sigh. "Cmon babe, I have to visit Bob before I got to work." Bradley lift his head from her neck and looked at her.

"Bob got called too?" He asked her.

"I don't know. He text me last night and said he's already in town. That's why I have to visit him and find out why he's in town" she poke his nose and he crunches it. "Now move your ass before I move it myself"

"Try me..." He smirks at her.

"Bradley..." She groaned and give him her famous stern looked. Her brother and Bradley called it a 'mom's look'. Bradley then giggles and moves to his side of the bed.

She swung her legs to the floor and pull up her body to stand up. But when she stands up her legs are wobbly and she grabs a bedpost to steady herself. Bradley shifted so he laying on one side. He places his fist on his temple with his elbow supporting his head. He watched his naked wife standing beside the bed trying to steady herself because of their last night's activities.

"Oh.. am I wreck you sweetheart" Bradley sneered seeing her state.

"Shut up" she shot him a look and when her legs were steady enough she walked towards the bathroom not caring her naked body got roamed by her husband. She winced slightly when she walks.

"Can I join you, sweetheart.." Bradley called out to her still in his previous positions. His eyes followed her every move until she disappeared to the bathroom.

"No.." She shouts out from the bathroom. When she heard him scurry away from the bed, she lock the bathroom door. Bradley tries to open the door but it's already locked. He let out a groan and walked away from the bathroom.

****

(Y/N) poured the pancake batter into the hot pan. She shifts her gaze to the other pan and flips the bacon inside of it. The bacon let out a sizzle.

She flip the pancake in the previous pan when the pancake changed colour to dark brown on two sides, she removed it from the pan and place it on the stack of pancakes she make earlier. She poured the pancake batter again into the pan and waited until it cooked.

She flip the bacon again and waited until the bacon reduced its fat.

Bradley steps out of their shared bedroom, he spruces his shirt from the wrinkle on it. He wears an unbuttoned cream Hawaiian shirt with a grey pattern. A white tank top underneath it. He then wears blue jeans to finish his look.

A towel still hanging on his neck, he walks towards the kitchen with his hand still rubbing his wet hair with the towel. He saw his wife cooking and walk towards her.

"Mhmm... smells good in here" he then places a kiss on her cheeks. She blush and smiled at her husband's affection.

Bradley stood beside her and grab two mugs from the cupboard, he filled the mugs with coffees. He grabs the slices of bacon on the plate beside his wife and places them in his mouth. He grab the mug and brought it to the pantry table with a slice of bacon hanging in his mouth. He sits down in the chair and begins to munch the bacon in his mouth.

(Y/N) turn around and just shakes her head seeing his husband's shenanigans in the morning.

She then placed a stack of pancakes with a side of bacon in front of her husband. The pantry table was already filled with cutlery in their box, butter on a wooden plate with a wooden lid, and a bottle of maple syrup. Bradley sips his coffee and eyes the pancakes that slide in front of him with wide eyes.

"You're eyes are gonna pop out, if you keep eyeing them like that babe" she commented at Bradley action.

Bradley placed his coffee in the pantry and grab the cutlery in front of him. He slice the butter and place it in his pancakes, he then poured them with maple syrup. He cut a piece of pancake and spread butter on them. He then picks them up with a fork. He brought the pancake to his mouth and he closed his eyes and moaned with the taste.

"Ohh I miss this thing" his voiced muffled by the pancake in his mouth. He then cut the bacon and place it in his mouth. He moaned again and chew the food in his mouth.

(Y/N) just chuckle seeing her husband, she missed their morning together like this. She saw her husband eating his breakfast with such passion while she sips her coffee. When she finished her coffee, she place her mug in the sink and walked toward her husband and stood beside him. Bradley still hasn't finished his food because when he eats a piece of them he'll moan and chew it slowly.

"I better finished getting ready and visit Bob" she announced to Bradley who still closed his eyes and chew the food. He opens his eyes and swallows the food in his mouth.

He looked at his wife's uniform, her shirt isn't tucked yet into her khaki trouser. Her hair wasn't styled yet in a neat bun.

"Wait, but I've never seen you eat your breakfast" he grab her hand to prevent her from leaving and nodded his head towards his plate.

"I don't feel like eating breakfast now babe" she waved her free hand at him.

"No no. You have to eat first before going to work" he pulls both her hands and places them on his lap.

"But I don't feel like it babe..." she whined at him. Bradley then cut a piece of pancake with bacon and pick them up with a fork.

"No, you have to eat this. Now open" he brought the fork to her mouth but she just shakes her head.

"The jet is coming.." he mimicked the jet sound and make a little wave with his hand towards her mouth. She scoffed but open her mouth to accept the food from Bradley.

"There we go.." she chews the food with smiles forming on her face. When he saw her swallow the food, he brought another one towards her mouth.

"Bradley, I'm gonna be late.." she whined trying to escape his grip. But Bradley just grabbed her hands and place them between his thighs to keep her from running away.

"Just one more. And you can go. My wife made this with love" he reassured her and brought the fork to her mouth. She accepts it and Bradley smiles proudly at her. He wiped the excess maple syrup in the corner of her mouth with his thumb. He brought his thumb to his mouth and suck the maple syrups in it.

"Sweet.." he winks at her. (Y/N) just rolled her eyes at him and swallow her food. When she turn around, Bradley tugged at her wrist and she turn around and raised her eyebrows at him.

"You forget something" She still raised her eyebrows at him waiting for him to elaborate on what she'd forgotten. Bradley just rolled his eyes and tugged her towards him until his face was in front of her. He kissed her lips and (Y/N) kiss him back. She placed her hand on Bradley's chest.

When he tries to deepen the kiss, she pulls away and looks at him with squinted eyes.

"Nice try, Rooster" she patted his chest and give him a peck on the lips.

She turn around and sway her hips when she walked away from him towards their shared bedroom.

Bradley just hung his head in defeat and let out a sigh. He then finished his breakfast that got abandoned because of his encounter with his wife.

*****

When she got to the garage, Bradley is working on his car. His Hawaiian shirt is off and he just wearing a white tank top underneath it. His muscles flexed every time he move his arms. Baby Blue by Badfinger played in portable speakers he placed it on the shelf. Bradley bends over to examine the engine. He sings along with the lyrics.

"The special love I have for you

My baby blue

All those days became so long

Did you think I'd do you wrong?"

"What happen to your baby blue?" she announced her presence in the garage. Bradley shifts his head towards his wife from underneath the car hood.

"She just needs special love from me. Because I've never touch her for a month" he wink at (Y/N) and gave her a cheeky smirk.

She just chuckles at her husband and clicks her car keys. The beeping sound makes Bradley lift his head from a car hood. He smirks and checks out his wife who still rummaging through her bag searching for something. When she pulled out her phone from her bag, she saw Bradley smirking down at her and eyeing her up and down.

"What're you doing there my lovely husband" she purred and gives him a cheeky smirk

"Just checking out my sexy hot wife" He replied with a cheeky smirk too. She just rolled her eyes and open the driver's seat, but Bradley called her.

"Where's my 'start the day' kiss" he pointed out. She stared at him with raised eyebrows and give him a scoff.

"You know, you're a really big stud, Rooster" she smiled and shook her head at him.

"Oh, you've no idea honey. Now come here and give your husband a big kiss" he opens his arm waiting for her to embrace him. She just smiled and walked toward him. She placed her hand on his chest and Bradley leaned down to kiss her. She smiled and kissed him back. They pulled away and Bradley planted a kiss on her forehead and tightened her grip on her.

"I love you" his voice mumbled on her forehead.

"I love you too" she murmured in his chest.

After a few seconds, she pulled away. "Okay, I better get going" she stared at her and give him a peck on his lips. Rooster smacks her butt when she turns around. She gasps and looks from her shoulder to him. Rooster just gives her a cheeky smirk and wink.

She climbed into the driver's seat and started her car. When she pulled away from the garage she stopped at the curb and pulled down her window to send Bradley a goodbye kiss and wave at him. She begins to drive away from her house and gives a honk with a wave when she passes Mrs MccClelland who sits in front of her yard watering her plants.

*****

(Y/N) pull up in one of the Condo in San Diego. The Condo is painted in bright yellow colour. She climb out from the driver's seat and placed her aviator to covered her eyes from the sunlight of San Diego. She examined the Condo and walked towards the front door. She knocks and heard someone call out for her to just get inside the house.

She open the door and heard the noise from the kitchen. She walked toward the kitchen and saw a man younger than her wearing a white undershirt, white aviator glasses, and khaki trousers standing in front of the round table with a box of cereal in his hand.

She removed her aviator and place it in her chest pocket. She stared at him with a stern expression, head tilted down a bit, arms folded in her chest, and eyebrows raised. A 'mom's look' they called it.

"Uh...Hi sis" he stuttered and give her a small wave. She sigh and walked toward him.

" A Cereal Bob? What are you? Seven?" Bob just rolled his eyes and sit down in the chair. Before Bob have a chance to eat his cereal, (Y/N) grab the bowl and poured the cereal into the sink with milk on it.

"That's my breakfast, you birdbrain. Why'd you throw it!" He cried at her and pointed to the sink.

"Because you need real food, fart face. Not that kind of food" she sneered and opens his fridge but found nothing inside of it. Just a cartoon of milk and eggs on the fridge door.

She furrowed her eyebrows saw his fridge stated. She turns to him, the fridge door still open and her hand resting on it.

"Where's your food" she pointed to the fridge. Bob let out a sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. He let out a breath from her mouth try to calm himself down with his sister demeanour in the morning.

"I just got here last night dumb ask. Of course, I don't have any food" He glared at her. She let out an 'ohh'.

"No need to get rude, Jackass" she rolled her eyes at him

She then grabbed three eggs from the fridge and bring them to his kitchen to make him an omelette.

Bob let out a sigh and sit down in his chair. They always like this when they meet. People maybe know them as the Sweet Bob or Lovely (Y/N), but for Bob, she's a dumb ass and for (Y/N) he's a Jack ass. When they're in the same room, they'll in each other throats one minute they got together. As any Siblings always do, even though they'd always argue and try to kill each other, when they were apart they always ask about each other to their parents or their closest people. Because whatever happens, they'll always become a family.

(Y/N) rummaging through his cupboard and drawer trying to find utensils to make an omelette. But just find a fork and a pan. When she can't find something she asked Bob.

"Where's your bowl," she asked him when he can't find the bowl anywhere.

"Cupboard first shelf on your right " he answered without looking at her. He opened the Cereal box on the table and eat it while he waits for her sister to make him an omelette.

"Don't you have a husband to bother or something?" he asked her with a mouth full of cereal in a slothful tone. He swallowed and shoved another cereal into his mouth.

She turn around and face Bob.

"I already bother him. I even screw him all night" she smirk and wink at him. she then back to her job to cracked the eggs and poured them into the bowl. Bob let out a gagging noise and gives her a disgusted look.

"Don't you have a worked to do?" He asked with raised eyebrows. When she heard a word of worked she freeze. She stopped whipping the eggs and lifted her wrist to see her watch.

Bob still munching his cereal and heard his sister shout.

"Oh shit. Simpson gonna murder me" she washes her hand and kisses Bob on the cheek. She rushed to the front door and begin to run towards her car. Bob was stunned and see behind him the eggs still not cooked yet.

"Hey!! What about my omelette" Bob called out from the kitchen but her sister had already driven away. Bob just let out an annoyed sigh and continue to eat his Cereal from their box.

*****

When she arrived at the Pacific Fleet, she walked directly towards the meetings room. When she arrived, they'll already sit in their Chair. Admiral Simpson sits at the head of the table, Admiral Bates at his right. Thomas waved at her and pointed to the seat beside him that was placed on Admiral Simpson's left. She let out a sigh and walked toward them. When she sat down, Admiral Simpson shot her looked.

"You're late.." he stated

"Sorry sir, I'm overslept" She answered with pursed her lips. When Admiral Simpson wants to comment, a knocking sound on the door. One of the Warrant officers give them a salute before he spoke

"Sir, Captain Mitchell is here" He informed them

"Bring him in" Admiral Simpson nodded and adjust himself in his seat. The officer nodded and give them a salute before he walk away to call the person.

The door then opened and none other than Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell walked in through the room. Maverick looked around the room with a small smile. When his eyes dart to (Y/N) who sat beside Admiral Simpson, his smile dropped and frozes. (Y/N) just stared at him with a clenched jaw and stern look.

Thomas stared at Maverick with a jaw open like a fish. He stared at Maverick. A star-struck planted on his face.

"The living legend" He muttered to himself.

Admiral Simpson then cleared his throat to reduce the tension in the room. (Y/N) move her gaze from Maverick and relaxed her jaw. Thomas tries to collect himself from a star-struck. Maverick clear his throat and give Admiral Simpson a tight-lipped smile.

"Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell" Admiral Simpson opens the conversation. He emphasizes Pete's name. "Your fame precedes you," He said with a nod.

"Thank you, sir. " Maverick shifted a bit with his compliments.

"It wasn't a compliment." Maverick widened his eyes and give him a nod with a small smile.

"I'm Admiral Beau Simpson. I'm the air boss. I believe you know Admiral Bates." He pointed to Admiral Bates beside him.

"Warlock sir" Maverick nodded his head towards Admiral Bates. Bates gives him a stern look.

"This is Captain (Y/N) Floyd from Naval Information Warfare Systems Command. And beside her is Thomas Adderson, Civilian Contractor. He's Captain Floyd's assistant for this mission" Simpson pointed to (Y/N) and Thomas. (Y/N) give Maverick a nod which Maverick replies with a nod and pursed lips.

Thomas gives Maverick a wave, mouth slightly agape. Maverick smiled at him. Mavericks then cleared his throat to lessen the tension in his body.

"Well, I, sir, I must admit I wasn't expecting an invitation back to the base," Maverick declared, stuttering a bit and looking at Bates.

"These are called "orders", Maverick." Bates pointed out with a nod. "You two have something in common. Cyclone here was first in his class back in 88." Bates pointed with his hand to Simpson that sipped his coffee.

"Sir, I finished second, just wanted to manage expectations." Maverick gives them a smirk but faltered when he sees Simpson's tight-lipped smiles at his cocky-ness. (Y/N) just scoffed at Mavericks.

" let's get to The target" Bates clicked the tablet in front of him and an image of the water tank with a radioactive sign appeared on a projector in front of them. Maverick turn around to see the image. All of the eyes in the room begin to change their focus to the projector.

"Is an unsanctioned uranium enrichment plant, built in violation of a multilateral NATO treaty. The uranium produced there represents a direct threat, to our allies in the region. The Pentagon has tasked us with assembling a strike team and taking it out before it becomes fully operational." The image changed to a mountain with a deep valley in the middle.

"The plant sits in an underground bunker at the end of the valley. Said valley is GPS jammed and defended by an extensive surface to our missile array, serving a limited number of fifth-generation fighters. which in turn are backed up by a plentiful reserve of surplus aircraft. even a few old F-14s." Maverick observed the image that appeared

"Seems we're not the only ones holding on to old relics," Simpson commented when he see the F-14 jets begin to be displayed.

"What's your read, Captain?" Bates finished the presentation with a question to Maverick. When (Y/N) want to talk, Simpson raises his hand to tell her to quiet down because he wants to know what Maverick plans and what he'll gonna do to execute the mission. Maverick still doesn't know he'll be a teacher in here, instead of the one who'll gonna fly.

(Y/N) pursed her lips and nodded. She rests her back again on the chair.

"Well, sir, normally, that'd be a cakewalk for the F35 stealth, but the GPS jamming negates that." Maverick pointed to the screen. "the surface area threat necessitates a low-level laser-guided strike, tailor-made for the F18, I figure. Two precision bombs, minimum, make it four aircraft, flying in pairs." Maverick then pointed on a circle around the mountain. Simpson and Bates shared a look at (Y/N) but she just give them a shrug and played with her pen in her hand.

"That is one hell of a steep climbing out there, exposing it all the surfaced air missiles, and if you survive that, it's a dog fight all the way home." He pointed to the side of the mountain with a small shrug like it was something in common with the mission he always does.

"All requirements for which you have real-world experience," Bates stated to Maverick

"Not the same mission, sir. " Maverick commented. "No." He turns around to look at Bates then shifts his gaze back to the screen. "No, someone is not coming back from this." He looked at the screen. Simpson looked at (Y/N).

"40% like I said" she mouthed to Simpson. Simpson shifts his gaze back to Maverick.

"Can it be done or not." He asked Maverick. Maverick looked at him and examined the screen again.

"How soon before the plan becomes operational?" He asked Simpson. But instead of Simpson answering him, another person chimed.

"Aa... Three weeks. Maybe less." Thomas chimed with a small shrug. Maverick looked at him with raised eyebrows. Maverick then turn his gaze towards Simpson for confirmation. Simpson just nodded his head.

"Well, it's been a while since I had flown an F18, and I'm not sure who I trust to fly with But, I'll find a way to make it work." Maverick gives them a small shrug of his shoulder.

"I think you misunderstand, Captain." (Y/N) who was quiet in this entire meeting open her mouth and commented at Maverick. They locked eye contact, but Maverick shifted his gaze to Simpson for clarification.

"Sir?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

"We don't want you to fly. We want you to teach." He stated at Maverick

"To teach?" Maverick asked confused. Simpson turns his gaze to Thomas. Thomas then clicked the tablet in his hand and twelve photos of the Naval Pilot appeared on the screen.

"Uh... We recalled 12 Top Gun graduates, from their squadrons. We want you to narrow that pool down to six. They'll fly the mission." Thomas clarifies to Maverick.

"Is there a problem, Captain?" Simpson asked when he see Maverick widen his eyes at Bradley's photo. Maverick then shift his gaze to (Y/N) looking for confirmation but she just avoided eye contact with him. She looked down at her lap. Maverick then closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

"You know there is. Sir." He uttered at Simpson. Thomas clicked on Bradley's name then his profile appeared on the screen.

"Bradley Bradshaw, aka Rooster. I understand you used to fly with his old man. What was his call sign?" Simpson asked Maverick.

"Goose, sir," Maverick answered still looking at Bradley's profile.

"Tragic what happened. Captain Mitchell was cleared of any wrongdoing. Goose's death was an accident." Bates declared.

"Is that how you see it, Captain? Is that how Goose's son sees it?" Heard what Simpson asked Maverick, (Y/N) shot him a look. When she opened her mouth to comment on what Simpson just said, Bates raised his palm and shakes his head to tell her to quiet. (Y/N) let out a defeated sigh and crossed her arm in her chest. She's fuming at her seat because of what'd just Simpson said about Goose.

Maverick eyed Simpson and looked at him with a clenched jaw. "With all due respect, sir, I'm not a teacher." He said sternly to Simpson.

"You were a Top Gun instructor before," Simpson uttered to him.

"That was almost thirty years ago and I lasted two months. It's not where I belong." Maverick said it firmly.

"Well, let me be perfectly blunt. You were not my first choice. You weren't even on the list. You were here at the request of Admiral Kazansky. Now, Iceman happens to be a man a deeply admire." Simpson leaned slightly to the table. He rests his arms on the table

"He seems to think that you have something left to offer the navy. Well, that's what I can't imagine." He stared at Maverick.

"You don't have to take this job. But let me be clear. This will be your last post, Captain. You fly for Top Gun, or you don't fly for the navy ever again." He stated it firmly to Maverick. Maverick just stared at him deeply in thoughts. He shift his gaze to (Y/N) who still avoided eye contact with him.

****

After the meeting is over. Simpson dismissed all of them. (Y/N) stand up and storm out of the meetings room with Maverick hot in his trail.

Maverick called out her but she ignored him and walk faster to her office. Maverick caught her wrist and they stopped in the hallway. Maverick turned her body to face him.

"Why did you allow him to join this mission?" Maverick looked into her eyes but (Y/N) just avoided eye contact with him. When she try to escaped Maverick grasp, but Maverick don't budge. She looked at Maverick eyes.

(Y/N) locked eyes with Maverick. She saw the glitz and blink her eyes several times. When she opened her eyes, she and Maverick were no longer at Pacific Fleet. They're in the open field, Maverick have blood trailing down in his temple. Maverick murmurings a reassurance at her. 'We're gonna be okay, 'stay with me' she can hear it in her ears.

"No..." she muttered to herself and blink several times. When she opened her eyes, they were back at Pacific Fleet. Maverick still looking at her waiting for her answer.

"Let me go, Maverick.." she muttered. Maverick saw her breathing heavily and released her wrist.

But when he released it, she walked away from him. Maverick let out groans and followed her. He caught her before she entered her office. (Y/N) shot him glared annoyed.

"Why are you including him in this. You know he's not ready for this (Y/N)" he said sternly. She glared at him and removed his hand from her wrist.

"You think I'll send my husband to his grave, Maverick? You think I want that?" She growled at him. "You think I can just pull him out from this mission and sent him home?"

" I'm not the Almighty Maverick Mitchell that can do whatever the fuck he wants in here" she open his arms and motioned her surrounding. She said it with gritted teeth. "If you want to pull him out from this mission I'll be very grateful you do that" She scoffed and nodded at him.

She saw a stunned looked in Maverick face, she know what she said to Maverick hurt him. But she just can't refrain herself at how Maverick accused her like that.

She then took a deep breath and exhale it from her mouth.

"Nobody is ready for this mission Maverick. Neither am I" she said softly this time with a slight shake of her head. She stared at Maverick one last time and open the glass door, she step inside and closed the door.

She saw Maverick through the glass door. Even when the glass door is blurred with some of the white stickers that'll make you possible to see through the office. she still can make it, that Maverick still standing in front of her office with a resigned face.

***

Maverick stared at the closed glass door and let out a sigh. He turn around and walked away from her office. He needs to clear his mind from this.

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