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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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AN: I'll apologize up front for this. I have to finish this story, my new full time job leaves me almost no energy for writing. So for better or worse it's done. Thank you for the reads and reviews.

I get so tired
Working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you
To keep me awake and alive

We hadn't even had time to stow our gear when the Skipper ordered us to report to his day cabin.
Report? We exchanged a look. What could have happened during the short while we were on leave? Reporting-in meant uniforms and protocol and military bearing. We parted ways to change into our uniforms.
Afterwards we met outside Captain Lasky's day cabin. Where to my surprise, he kept us waiting for a several minutes.
"Think we're in trouble?"
He raised his eyebrows at me and shrugged his shoulders. "That will prove a novelty. I've never been in trouble."
"Show off."
"Spartan IVs are prone to trouble. It's in your service records. A regular pattern of violent and mischievous behavior."
"And you've read them all, including mine?" I asked becoming more annoyed by the second. I know he's teasing me. But what the hell is Lasky up to?
"I don't need to read yours, I already know everything about you."
I crossed my arms over my chest and dared him to go on.
You prefer vanilla over chocolate. A preference I cannot comprehend. Your favorite color is the current color of my eyes. You prefer pistols to long range weapons and you have a tiny series of moles which point the way to…"
"Master Chief. About that trouble you've never been in?"
"And you're ticklish…"
"Stop right there…"
Then Roland called us in.
Before we entered I mouthed a thank you to him. His teasing had the effect he desired and caused me to relax. We entered together and came to attention in front of the Captain Lasky's desk.
"Commander Palmer, reporting as ordered, sir!"
"Master Chief Petty Officer Sierra-117 reporting as ordered sir."
Flawless salutes and flawless uniforms didn't give him a reason to invite us to to take parade rest or at ease. We were in trouble.
"Master Chief, do you have any idea how much a king size mattress and box springs costs? Of course you don't."
He turned to me, his eyes boring holes in my skull.
"Commander Palmer, do you know how much a custom designed etched glass shower door costs to replace?"
I took a chance and glanced down at the paper in his hands. I recognized the logo of John's hotel immediately.
"Are you in the position of attention, Commander?"
Dammit, he caught me looking. "Yes, sir!"
The captain began to pace. "Do either of you know how many security protocols were broken by allowing this to happen and for this bill to be sent to MY SHIP? Oh, and I can't forget to give you this letter, Master Chief. From a young man who addressed it to the 'Master Chief Petty Officer Spartan who lives on the UNSC Infinity and his pretty lady friend.'"
"Sir...if I could just explain…"
"Commander Palmer, I think I have a pretty good imagination. Perhaps not as adventurous as you two. But I don't require an explanation. What I will do is hand this bill over to you, Commander. I don't care how you do it, but between the two of you get this mess paid for. Am I clear?"
AN: I just made a spontaneous, unconscious flying change of POV right here… I'm not changing it though. You'll hang with me won't you?
"Aye, sir!" Their response came out in unison.
"Commander, you are dismissed to duty. Master Chief, please stay behind for a few moments." Indicating a chair for the Spartan to sit down.
The Master Chief accepted the chair but kept his eyes averted.
"Nice work, John. You got the prettiest girl in school."
"The prettiest…? Oh, I didn't get the...Now I do…" their eyes met and they exchanged a smile. But the Spartan couldn't hold it long and averted his eyes again. He'd never imagined a scenario like this. That he had shared such intimacies with Sarah and now they were back on duty and Captain Lasky knew...was most disconcerting.
"Master Chief, I know what went on in that meeting you attended. Do you want to retire? Are you ready for that?"
"No sir. Didn't seem as if I had a choice."
"You do have a choice. Would you like to stay here on the Infinity?"
~o~
When it ended we had ten months together.
John enjoyed his time on the Infinity. They made him my NCOIC and he took right to the training and teaching. He revamped the training, by making it tougher and more complicated. The other Spartan's idolized him and they never tired of competing with him or asking him questions and he never seemed to tire of answering. He always took the time to explain a tactic or demonstrate a fighting move. In the evenings they'd gather round him in the galley to get him to talk about his adventures.
Remember, no one had ever asked John about those missions before. No one ever asked him if he were okay. A Flight Surgeon never asked, "How are you feeling? Do you need to talk about anything?"
Suddenly, everyone from the old timers to the NUBS were interested in him. I know he enjoyed sharing what he knew and his experiences. I know because he shared those thoughts with me. So in the same way we had become good friends and then lovers, as a command team we did good things together. I was proud of him and my Fire Teams.
Even Majestic followed Master Chief's every word and styled themselves as his protegees. Always competitive they fashioned a scoring sheet to track everyone's progress. I didn't stop it, by competing with each other to be better than John they were sharpening their own skills.
The younger Spartans also enjoyed sparring matches. Master Chief quickly became the Infinity's top hand to hand specialist. No one could match John's speed or reach. Not that they didn't try.
It was during this time that his relationship with other crew members deepened as well. He'd known the Skipper from Corbulo Academy. Time and war had kept them from getting to know each other. But now that Thomas was an adult, they seemed to share a special bond.
The time we spent together deepened and grew more significant every day. You're wondering how the two of us maintained a relationship through the stress and monotony of shipboard life. Through missions and endless training. How could two competitive Spartans with egos to match not drive each other crazy? What happened after the passion cooled?
Don't forget this situation relatively new to both of us. Also, Spartan's are never too tired, never not up for a challenge and always competitive. Those attributes only fueled the passion.
But there were little things too. Like making sure my favorite coffee was always available. These were the small things which cemented our relationship and no one else saw. I made sure he felt loved and accepted into ship life and into the crew. At night, I left him in no doubt of my feelings for him. But I had not as yet put a name to them. I simply showed them in my behavior toward him. Good times.
Then one evening the Captain summoned us to his quarters. Not his day cabin, not his briefing room, but his private quarters.
"Sit down you two."
A drink landed in front of each of us.
Something is wrong. His body language told the tale. But what had happened? What could have happened that hasn't happened already. If we could work through my shooting Halsey and her subsequent disappearance then we were solid or so I thought.
While Lasky shuffled through the data he wouldn't even look at us.
"We intercepted a signal. Not much more than irregular pings. But they are aimed at this ship. And most of it is standard SOS.
Next to me I heard John's breath catch.
"The comm folks and Roland have confirmed the location...Some kind of odd desert planet. It is possible based on...
He was standing now and turning toward the door.
"John, wait. Please. We haven't confirmed the source or the identity of the sender. But Roland believes it's...Cortana's signature."
He was out the door.
The Skipper and I were alone. I tossed back my scotch and Thomas refilled my glass.
Twenty four hours later, as I watched John dressed in his armor, and piece by piece he became lost to me. When the helmet covered his face, I faced the fact that he is gone from me forever now, hidden behind his armor. The Spartan who stood alone. For eleven months he'd been mine. We fought together, slept together and forged a bond.
We hadn't slept in two nights. We walked the ship, we talked and we made love slowly and thoroughly. Memorizing each new scare and honoring the old ones. We talked about Dr. Halsey and his complicated feelings toward her. But as I listened to him speak, I realized he'd come to terms with those childhood memories. And with a reassuring embrace, let me know he forgave me for my part in her disappearance. So when he showed me Cortana's chip, which he'd been carrying around with him. I retrieved an extra dog tag chain from a desk drawer, threaded it through the chip and placed around his neck myself.
In the early hours of our last night together he brought me to an organism so powerful my reaction was to hold on to him, cling to him, and there were words on my lips, but as I had always done. I stopped them.
"Sarah, open your eyes." His fingers were tracing my lips. "You always stop. Say it this time. Let me hear the words."
I felt the sting of tears.
"Say it, please…"
Of course I love you, John. Always."
"I love you too my beautiful Sarah. Thank you for teaching me how."
The next morning, as he turned to leave me and board the Broadsword. I called out, not giving a damn who heard me. "I love you, John. I hope you find what you're looking for."
With quick fierce strides he came back at me, as if he were ready to strike, grabbing by the arms and lifted me up against his armor.
"I'm searching for Cortana's signal. I've already found what I need. Do it!"
I slid two fingers across his faceplate and pressed my cheek against it just as I had the first time. Then he set me down and pulled the band holding my hair back. As my hair swung forward he turned and walked out of my life.
There was movement behind me, as one by one the Fire Teams joined me at the railing to watch Master Chief's departure. Thorne stood next to me and offered a reassuring smile. DeMarco stepped up, but kept his eyes on the Broadsword. For the first time in his life, DeMarco had met another man whom he could respect. I knew Paul would miss him too. My teams surrounded me in a show or respect and support. I loved my Spartan's, but one of them was leaving and I had no idea if I would ever see him again.
Master Chief Petty Officer Sierra-117 launched the Broadsword into space.
Tall enough? There was no one who could match his integrity, courage and loyalty. He was simply legendary and for a short time he'd been mine.

Love
I get so lost sometimes
Days pass
And this emptiness fills my heart
When I want to run away
I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are
All my instincts
They return
The grand façade
So soon will burn
Without a noise
Without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes
The light, the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes
I see the doorway
To a thousand churches
In your eyes
The resolution
In your eyes
Of all the fruitless searches
Oh, I see the light and the heat
In your eyes
Oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
The heat I see in your eyes
Love
I don't like to see so much pain
So much wasted
And this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired
Working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you
To keep me awake and alive
And all my instincts
They return
And the grand façade
So soon will burn
Without a noise
Without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes, in your eyes
In your eyes, in your eyes
In your eyes
The light the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes
I see the doorway
To a thousand churches
In your eyes
The resolution
In your eyes
Of all the fruitless searches
Oh, I see the light and the heat
In your eyes
Oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
The heat I see in your eyes
In your eyes, in your eyes
In your eyes, in your eyes
In your eyes, in your eyes
-Peter Gabriel
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