They had become reluctant heroes. The group of fourteen men had done what they had been trained to do in any situation. However, it had not only garnered national attention but the attention of women everywhere. Their faces were now plastered everywhere and they had found they did not like it.
It was too much for them. They hated the attention. They didn’t see what they did as anything special.
It was an accident that started everything. Three motorcycles had been hit by a tractor-trailer, then the pileup behind all of it in which more accidents had happened at the complete stop that had blocked the highway. They had been right behind it all when it happened. As they came to a screeching halt, they threw open their doors and all ran towards the people more seriously hurt. They were scattered throughout the mess of highway.
One of the men pulled out his phone and placed his earpiece in,” Doc?”
“What?” A soft voice replied and his heart rate dropped as soon as he heard the small soft voice.
“Accident right in front of us on the highway. This will be on the news soon, I hear the choppers circling. Multiple injuries I need help accessing them.” He said quickly as he made his way through the wreckage looking around.
“Are you all okay?” She asked through the phone with her simple question he sighed with knowing that is how she was. Always concerned for them.
“Sweetheart we were behind the accident not a part of it. Now I’m going to send you pictures. You ready?” He asked.
“Go ahead.” She said and rapid-fire he was taking pictures of the motorcyclist and sent them. “Lift the leg of the first in the straight black jacket. Tie off the leg at the joint. Did someone call ems?”
“Ieyasu did but they are 20 out.” He replied and he called out her orders to Hideyoshi who was by the first.
“If Ieyasu is there why call me?” She asked as she scrolled through the pictures,” red and black jacket I need a pulse stat. He looks in bad shape but can wait if need be.”
“I wanted to hear your voice.” He replied to her first question and then went on to bark out more orders to Masamune who was by the motorcyclist in the red and black jacket. “Ieyasu is dealing with the other cars and trucks involved. Lots of injuries with this one.” He looked at Nobunaga who was working on the last.
“The one in the black and white jacket. Lift his leg and apply pressure quick and hard.” She said. He looked around as he heard a faint cry in the wooded area. He told Nobunaga and then he turned and followed the sound. “What are you doing now?”
“I hear something that sounds like it is crying.” He said.
“Crying?” She asked and he saw it.
“Not you my love a real baby.” He said chuckling. He would be full-on laughing if the situation wasn’t so serious.
“I figured that.” She replied. “Car seat?”
“Yes thank god.” He replied as he gently turned it over. The baby was scraped and bleeding. “Spoke too soon.”
“What? picture, Mitsuhide.” She demanded.
“You are seriously demanding you know that?” He said chuckling.
“Just do it.” She said. “Infant takes priority.”
“I know that, sent.” He replied ,“and it is one of the qualities I love about you.”
“Mitsuhide.” She said. “Don’t play like that.”
He thought to himself if she only knew I wasn’t playing. He held his tongue though. The silence over the line grew as she was receiving the photos.
“Crap.” She said as she looked at the photo.
“What honey?” He asked ready to move if he had too. He would do whatever she said. He knew that and so did she. She was like his guardian angel as they often worked in tandem like this with her assessing things through pictures or video feeds while she was in his ear.
“Mitsuhide get that baby to the medics on the ems. I’m going to call a chopper in.” She said.
“What is wrong?” He asked as he the. Took a good look and he saw what she did. He scooped up the car seat and began running. The first truck arrived and he waved it down. He almost threw the baby at them and told them what she said. They got the orders that she had called in. They took the baby and flew out of there to reach the chopper at the spot closest it could land. Another person she saved he thought to himself as he slowed down for a second.
Mitsuhide looked at the organized chaos that was all around them as the news crews began to swarm. She was busy ordering things though he could still hear her. He helped where he could with the things she taught him. Soon enough, first responders were there and could take over the scene. He was glad as he normally was when she helped out with something. They were a good team. She was one of the few people he took orders from without any questions. It was a part of their weird friendship.
“Sweetheart, they took over.” He said.
“Good.” She replied.
“Thank you.” He said as he waited.
“For what?” She asked.
“Helping.” He replied, “when we get back can I come over?”
“Why do you even ask anymore?” She asked laughing. “Of course you can. Movie?”
“Sounds good.” He replied.
“See you soon.” She said.
She turned on the tv and saw the coverage. Mitsuhide, who was one of her closest friends, was there handing off the baby she had seen in the pictures. She was waiting and listening when she knew something was different about this news coverage. They weren’t talking about the accident but the team of bystanders who rushed to the rescue. All military and they were all stationed right here. The team she worked with most of the time. She could see what was happening and knew the men she worked with were in for it. Every woman who was watching would fall in love, and they were going to have a run for their money. The women they were all ready with were going to explode as well. She had to wonder if she should be proud of them or she was going to be jealous to a point.
They had no idea what was going on, either. She silently sent up a prayer for them to realize it before it got too out of hand. She had seen this before a few times. The guys, themselves, were clueless on how things like this worked. She knew it was going to go viral, how could it not. Fourteen great looking men helping people out who were soldiers as well, this was going to hit big time. It was going to blow up regardless, and it could upset the balance they all had as well.
The text messages to her started quickly. All by females, she knew somehow. She started to winder how they placed it together so quickly.
“The guys on tv they are your co-workers?” one of her friends asked.
“Those guys are hot!” another said.
“Wait, you work with them?” another sent soon after. she unplugged her phone and then turned the sound off.
“Did you see the television? That guy with the baby, crap my whole body is burning for him!” was the last message that was sent. She thought to herself this could be a problem. She knew he had no idea how she felt about him, and now he was viral famous. So many other women would be throwing themselves at him, and she would have to sit by. She had no idea why that idea scared her so much. She felt a wave of loneliness come over her as she thought of that last idea.
When the doorbell rang throughout her house, she walked slowly to the door, knowing it was him. She did and didn’t want to see him right then. She knew she had to figure out her mind before she did. Would she do something? Should she do something? The ideas was coming to her when he opened the door and was standing there with a bag of food and some flowers he must have picked up. He was looking at her and he stopped. “What?” he asked. He could see the emotions and thoughts running through her mind and over her face.
“We have an issue, Mitsu,” she replied softly. She tried to look away from him to anywhere but where he was, but she couldn’t look away from his eyes which held her in captivity every time she got lost in them.
“What is that?” he asked, confused.
“The news is making you all out to be more than heros.” she started. “You and the others are going viral right now.” She was shaking her head, and he could see something else there written on her face, but he could not place the look or the meaning of it.
“And why is that a problem?” he asked.
“Mitsuhide, every woman who looks at all of you is going to push to meet all of you,” she said.
“And?” he asked.
“Mitsu, don’t be difficult!” She said.
“I am not trying to be, my dear. I just don’t understand why this bothers you so much.” he replied with a lazy grin. “it doesn’t bother me at all.”
“Mitsuhide,” she said as she walked back into the house. She knew he would play it off like it was nothing. She knew though he would try, he was no match for a determined woman. He would then be lost to her as her best friend and the other feelings she had that she knew she could never say.
“Sweetheart take your flowers please,” he said as he followed her into the house as he kicked the door closed behind him.
“You’re worried about the flowers?” she asked as she took them from his grasp. He was forever bringing the flowers over at least once a week when he came over to just hang out and watch television with her.
“I did buy them for you,” he replied. “I thought you might like them.”
“Thank you, Mitsu, but you do need to take this seriously,” she said.
“I do not understand why Mouse. You seem to be doing that enough for the both of us.” he chuckled.
“Damnit,” she replied softly and was trying to say it under her breath. The sound almost echoed throughout the house, though.
The pair were in the kitchen and standing closer than they normally did, but she was not facing him. She was looking away, debating if she did want to make that next statement that she had been holding back. She was trying to force herself to bite her cheek and not to speak when she turned around and he was right there looking at her. The golden eyes she knew she loved with every fiber of her being though she had tried to fight through it and hide it. She looked at his face and the dam broke within her.
He looked at her as she turned to look at him. She was holding something back. He wondered if the situation, though it was not as dire as he thought it would as bad as she thought. He was watching her when he saw the flash of everything in her blue eyes that he thought of when he looked at the sky mid-day. Simply they were his everything when he thought of them and the color they were. She was the center of every thought he had though he had never let her know. When he saw that flash, he knew. He knew everything. Everything she had been hiding from him.
He bent to her level. A foot taller then her, he bent down to peer in the eyes as he was nose to nose with her now. “Do you wish to tell me something mouse?”
“No.,” she replied quickly, and she tried to turn, but he was quicker than she was as he pulled her closer to him and she couldn’t pull away she wanted too. She didn’t though. This was now a now or never situation. They both knew it as they looked at each other.
“Liar,” he said as his lips pressed into hers. Her hands found the back of his neck and held him there. He broke the contact for only a second as he looked at her face. “I do believe you do have something to say. I know I do.”
“Mitsu.” was all she could say as he had pulled back slightly.
“Mouse how long?” he asked.
“Forever,” she replied, and she found herself being pushed into a counter as he bent down effortlessly and picked her up and placed her there in front of him.
“Well, that is way too long to wait,” he said as he moved in between her legs and ravished her mouth, forgetting the food and the flowers. When he pulled back a grin took over his mouth and pressed his forehead to hers as they both tried to catch their breaths. “Goddamnit it Princess, I love you so much, now it is time to punish you for making me wait so long to do that.”