The Jig is Up

Posted on Mon Feb 17th, 2025 @ 2:18pm by Lieutenant Commander Bonnie "Bon-Bon" Durnell & Commander Dean House

Mission: Character Development
Location: Earth - Washington DC
Timeline: Pre-Lost in Space

The plane did have mirrors so he could see the Police Authority craft coming up behind them. "Um..." And then of course the loud speaker, ordering them to land the plane.

Dean just smirked, and if Bonnie knew him and she did, he normally would follow orders but not this time. "You better find the puke bag." Just as soon as he finished the sentence he pushed the rudder pedals to compensate for him tilting the plane horizontal. Which effectively brought them around 180 degrees. Pushing the throttle up and leveling out. Almost like he was begging them to chase him.

"Puke baaaaaaaaaag....!" She exclaimed even as the plane turned sharply, throwing her sideways as it tilted suddenly, violently. Her old straps groaned against her weight as she was pressed against them against her will. As the plane leveled she could feel her stomach churning. Realization soon dawned, "You're not going to try running, are you? Dean, you can't possibly be thinking..."

Given the aggressive maneuvers that he had just pulled, that would be an answer already. Bonnie as well also knew him enough that it would have gone one of two ways. He obviously picked which. "Not exactly." Trying to swing them around to actually get behind the cop. Pulling sharply on the stick and yet again leveling out. He literally had them in his 'sights' at the moment.

She was tossed once more by him pulling on the stick. Each time she couldn't help but feel this was what it was like inside an old Earth clothes dryer. Then she looked out front, at what he was doing and rolled her eyes. "Tsk... Boys." He was clearly playing with his new toy but would the pursuing authorities take kindly to his posturing and positioning? "Are you TRYING to piss them off?" she asked as the plane suddenly flipped upside down. Her sudden shift in the old straps caused them to snap.

"Maybe!?" He shrugged his shoulders as he kept on the Law Enforcement pods tail for the moment. Thankfully for Bonnie, they were not near as maneuverable. So Dean didn't have to do to much to just stay where they were, other than back and forth. He did hear the strap snap, however. Leveling off, he did say he would keep her safe and sound. They were done with the joy riding.

One moment she was pressed up against the canopy, the next she was back in her seat, limbs sprawling this way and that. Her bushy hair had come undone and was now everywhere, which might have been for the best. Her face hid her anger and frustration at having been tossed about in an unsafe moving vehicle.

Tractor beams latched onto the little plane, effectively holding it stationary in the sky. Their little joy ride was over, for better or worse. Under different circumstances, she may have been able to enjoy the ride. If she had only had more time to simply sit back and enjoy. There were too many things that went wrong, factors that got into her head. And now, the Jig was up as it were.

Dean let go of the controls since the Tractor Beams grabbed on. Not even bothering to cover his curses, and they weren't about being caught. He let them. "I'm so sorry, Bonnie.. I thought everything was secure. I don't care about what they'll charge me with. Are you okay, and......... how many shifts am I going to have to do in Engineering?"

She adjusted into a seated position once more and took a moment to fix herself while checking before replying. "Little sore but I'll be fine. I've had much worse." She then looked into the mirror at his puppy dog eyes peering back. "Don't worry about it, about me, just get your story straight so we don't get in too much trouble. They CAN'T know about the transporter, which we have to be ready for by tomorrow. So a holding cell would be bad... right?"

"Why in the hell would I tell them about our baby?" Giving Bonnie this cock-eyed look all of a sudden.

It didn't seem to ease her worries, "Just promise me we won't miss our window." If they didn't catch the transport back it would mean weeks of travel time out to DS9 where the Sunfire was still waiting hopefully at the docking pylon.

Dean lowered his head a moment and then looked back up, "One way or another, we're making our train."

She wanted to hold faith in Dean and what he said, while at the same time she kept telling herself it was him and his boyish nature that had them in this predicament in the first place. She was also berating herself during the silent ride back to the air field because she went along with the plan instead of putting her foot down.

Realization often takes it's time to materialize but when it does it's like a smack to the face. When it hit Bonnie she placed her head in her hands and declared, "Oh no! I'm becoming my parents!" After all she had just buried her father and her mother was long gone. The age of maturity was a fickle Bitch.

Dean taxied them to park out of the way and safely, shutting off the engine and opening the canopy. Giving Bonnie a strange look, "What?"

He was smug, she could tell by the oh so innocent look upon his face. She simply pursed her lips and stood up, shakily. Her mind knew he was about to pull off a miracle if he could talk his way out of the trouble they were bound to be in. She gathered herself and her shoes, before stepping out of the cockpit onto the wing without taking his offered hand, in defiance.

She then turned to find there was no ladder, took one step, her foot slipped and she fell backward. She would have landed on her butt on the wing of the plane if Dean hadn't been so quick to catch her.

Which he was quick enough to catch her. Holding her just a moment before setting her on her feet. "I got this, start heading back to the pad. If nothing else, you'll get back." Dean turned to approach the officers.

There was wave of hands while apparently explaining something or another. Slightly raised voices and then softer voices. This went on for at least 20 minutes before Dean turned around and made sure he taxied the plane back into the hanger before joining Bonnie.

Busy with Dean, the authorities had ignored Bonnie allowing her to slip away unseen. The day had grown dark, and the air held a chill to it. She didn't' want to leave him completely to his devices though she was certain he would have a good story for how he smooth talked his way out of the situation.

Instead she walked slowly across the quad, hearing the gathered crowd begin to dissipate and the music stop for the evening at her Papa's service. The aire surrounding her was melancholy as if more than just her Papa's life had come to an end. The plane ride had also ended, probably prematurely, and the trip to Earth would soon end. At least sometime in the morning, she calculated.

Before she knew it she was once again standing in front of her Papa's house, staring at the emptiness within when she recognized familiar footfalls coming up from behind as Dean played catch up. She was now cold, and her stomach was growling for food.

Dean had noticed that things were closing down as well with the crowd, though he didn't bother checking there. Bonnie wasn't that likely to go back there. The house it was. Stopping next to her, "It's taken care of. Actually, they found it fun."

She couldn't help but to chuckle at his luck. "I'm sure they did. You can make it up to me and tell me all about it over dinner." She lay a gentle hand upon his chest. "But first I think a jacket is in order." With that she walked up the steps and into her Papa's house to find something to wear around her shoulders.

There was a tilt of his head still following her after having rest a hand over hers on his chest. Having given it a squeeze. "Were we not going to eat here? Given that wouldn't require a jacket."

Barely inside the door, she turned and gave him sympathetic eyes, "Oh huh, we're on Earth and as much as I enjoy your Deanwiches... after that airshow you put on, this girl needs a drink and a good meal." She smiled wide, "Your treat."

"I can cook other things you know," giving her a smirk. "Fair enough though."

TBC