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Tall Enough For You?	By : Carleen Category: +G through L > Halo Views: 22924 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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TITLE: Tall Enough for You?
CHAPTER: 3
LOCATION: UNSC Infinity and Earth
All descriptions of HALO and weaponry, armor, characters, locations and aliens belong to Microsoft, Bungie, and 343 Industries, are used here without permission, for entertainment purposes only.
AN: Thank you readers! Most of my stuff is over on A03 and FF. This is my first time posting here. Thanks for stopping by. More to come. Chapter 4 is in the works

Some people really go all out when they decide to abuse their power, don't they? I had an hour to get off the ship. The Skipper gave me an hour to get off his boat. As I said, I considered him a friend and we understand each other. So when I turned to leave the Captain's day cabin he actually walked around his desk and hugged me. Then he looked me straight in the eye and said, "Take care of him."
I replied that we were doing a pretty good job of taking care of each other. Then he got the strangest look in his eyes and blushed crimson. I hadn't meant... Well, I got out of there fast. My bag is packed and I'm dressed in civilian clothes. If Captain Lasky was serious about his threat, then I'm running out of time. But I can't find the Master Chief. He wasn't in chief billeting, the mess or the break room.
Roland's voice echoed down the corridors over the ship's intercom. "Commander Palmer, please report to your quarters. Commander Palmer, please report to your quarters."
So I turned around and went back the way I had just come, back to Spartan Town. When I entered my quarters, Roland was there waiting for me.
Instead of a greeting, he said imperiously, "I know where his is."
"Do you think you might let me know?"
"I think you owe me an apology. I was only concerned for your health and safety, Commander. That's my job, after all. Instead, I'm threatened like I'm some zombie HAL clone. Do you think I don't know what goes on here and who sleeps with whom? One of your Spartans is pregnant by the way. But you didn't hear it from me."
Now he has his arms crossed over his chest and he's pacing up and down.
"Roland, where is the Master Chief?"
He stopped, eyebrows raised and cocked his head at me. Yelling at an A.I. rarely yielded results. So I took a deep breath, counted to ten and did something I never do. "Roland, I apologize. It was an unusual situation."
"That's the gospel truth," he commented dryly and continued pacing.
"Tell. Me. Now."
"Just for the record, Commander. I would never ever have told anyone. I hope you realize that. An untrustworthy A.I. isn't worth the neural net they're imprinted on and it goes against everything..."
"ROLAND!"
"He's sitting on the ramp of the Pelican they used to recover him from Requiem."
"Thank you," I growled and rushed out of my quarters.
Of course, I couldn't be seen running all the way to the hangar bay, could I? I could have called him to my office. But my instincts were saying we needed a moment. So I kept walking toward his location. Noisy and crowded with crew shuttling down to earth. Pelicans lifted off and landed like excited birds at a full feeder. So no one noticed me as I walked across the open expanse. My heels made an odd sound on the deck.
Then I see him. All around him people are calling to one another, laughing, and making plans. He sat alone, in a pair of worn navy dungarees and a white t-shirt. The white cotton stretched across his muscled back. Biceps, too large for the sleeves caused the hem to curl back up his arm. Brawny thighs pushed the limits of the faded pants. Large strong hands capable of loving as efficiently as killing. Was the air getting thin down here?
He was looking down at something in his hands. The moment I recognized the familiar blue shape of Cortana he looked up and our eyes met. Then he turned the framed holographic image of the A.I. over and laid it down out of my line of sight.
"John, you don't have to hide what you feel for Cortana from me. Ever."
I moved toward him and tried to sit down, but he stopped me. "Don't sit here. You're dressed and the ramp is dirty."
I think he finally realized I wasn't in uniform and took a long slow look at me. From the tips of my knee-high black leather boots to my short black shirt, light purple sweater and black suede jacket. Are we leaking atmo? Someone should look into that.
"You're going down to earth?
"Yes, the Captain ordered me off the ship," I replied trying a smile. "He told me to take leave or else."
"Have a... a nice time, Commander."
"We don't know each other very well. I want that to change, but for now, please let me know what's going on."
"You invited me to your cabin and I assumed that was the end of it. It wouldn't be appropriate for us to continue."
The big picture was coming into focus and it wasn't pretty. In fact, it wasn't in focus at all. Time for some plain talking and damage control. "John?" I wanted to touch him, but I couldn't, not with all the crew around. "If all I wanted was quick sex, I could have picked a Spartan off the manifest. Do you understand what I'm saying? I wanted you. Do you think I collect Spartans?"
"No ma'am! Of course not."
"Last night you called me by my first name and I loved the sound of it. I want to hear it again."
He didn't believe me, I could see it in every line of his body. "You could have your pick..."
"No, I really can't have my pick. I am their commander. The third highest ranking officer on the Infinity. Imagine the breakdown in command if I slept with one of those boys. But you know all this, John."
Fraternization is a traditionally a problem on board ship. And a huge problem for senior staff, because no matter who it was, no matter how discreet, someone would tell a friend or teammate. Then it would get around faster than a Crawler with Watcher at his back.
"Did you hear me, John?" I moved closer, but wasn't looking at me. I couldn't stand this close to him without touching him. Thankfully, he didn't pull away when I gathered one of his hands in mine. I kept our clasped hands hidden between us.
"You should go. You'll be late."
"My shuttle leaves in an hour. But I can't leave, because my escort isn't ready to go."
"Captain Lasky? Of course. Go to him."
Stubborn Spartan.
"Listen up, Master Chief!" Damn, he practically came to attention. Then I moved so close to him we touched from toes to chest. Surrounded by crew, I had to get his attention without tossing him against the Pelican or straddling him on the deck. Tossing and straddling would have to wait until later.
"John, I wanted you and only you. I wanted last night. I want us to have more than last night and I want you to escort me to earth. I have 48 hours of leave and I want to spend it with you. Now, if you disagree on any particular point just tell me now. Because if you don't want any of that. Well then, DeMarco and Hoya volunteered to show me around Rio. But I think Hoya has his own date. So let me know..."
Before I could let go of him or turn around he'd pushed me up the ramp of the Pelican. Then he dropped into one of the web seats and pulled me across his lap. "Consider yourself escorted, ma'am. I travel light."
The Flight Officer turned at the sound of us walking up the ramp and sitting down, "Ready to go, Master Chief?" His head swiveled when he recognized me. "Sir, you can't share seats, it's against..." The young lieutenant was silenced by two intimidating Spartans glaring at him.
"Have a nice flight, Sir and Ma'am." His voice quivered slightly before he snapped a salute and nearly tumbled into his own seat, strapped himself in hastily. The pilot didn't say a word. Just called for clearance and in less than sixty seconds we were clear of Infinity and bound for earth.
I didn't know what to say to Master Chief, so I just hung on to his hand and kept my eyes on the deck. Had he outsmarted me? Was that a test? He simply made an educated guess on my actions? Then I remembered the Master Chief, as Master Chief Petty Officer of the Navy could discover any information he required, up to and including scheduling a private ride on a Pelican.
"Commander Palmer, turbulence in about thirty seconds, please take your seat." That was from the pilot. Better take my seat.
Carefully pushing me over to the seat next to him, Master Chief strapped me in himself. I grabbed the arm reaching over me. "I just made an assumption about you that was completely wrong, didn't I?"
With his eyes wide, he shot me an innocent look, "Couldn't say, ma'am. I have a meeting at UNSC HQ. May I drop you somewhere?"
"You planning to go dressed like that?" I commented attempting to regain some advantage. It fell flat.
He silently pointed to a clothing bag hanging from a beam. Then I noticed a small overnight bag under his feet. With a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, he leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes.
I never could fall asleep in these web seats so I listened to the flight crew. They were coordinating with UNSC ground control, when a call interrupted. The pilot answered, but I couldn't hear the conversation.
"Commander Palmer? An emergency call for you. Paul DeMarco? Doesn't give rank or affiliation, but he's cleared on this channel. If you grab a headset from the back you can have a private conversation."
Master Chief was already on his feet and retrieving the headset for me. Something must be very wrong for one of my Spartan's to contact me like this. Team Majestic would have returned from leave about four hours ago.
"This is Commander Palmer."
"Commander this is DeMarco. I apologize for interrupting your leave. Do you know Thorne's whereabouts? He didn't go with us down to earth. But we thought, you know, he'll be here when we get back. But he wasn't on board. We can't find him."
"I authorize you and his bunk mate to search the room."
"We already have, ma'am. We found a letter. It's to his family. It says how much he misses them and he's on his way home."
"Shit!"
"Yes, ma'am. We've talked about and we agree. He's not over losing his family."
"I'll get to New Phoenix, ASAP. We're landing on the east coast of URNA in just a few minutes. I'll grab the first shuttle I can get to."
"We want to help you search for him. We can be there to assist...you know how fast. Just say the word."
"I understand, but I have help. I... Master Chief is here...we shared a ride...I'll stay in touch. Palmer out."
I felt a hand on my shoulder when I hung the headset back on its hook.
"I'll instruct the pilot to divert to New Phoenix."
I tried to stop him, but he was already turning away and giving instructions to the pilot. In just a few seconds the Pelican executed a graceful 180 degree turn and headed west.

URNA: United Republic of North American
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