“Deeks!” He yelped, nearly dropping his phone and glared at Sam who sat beside him in the driver’s side of the Challenger.
“What?”
“That’s the fifth time you’ve looked at your phone in ten minutes,” Sam said with an annoyed shake of his head.
“I thought I heard it vibrate,” Deeks defended himself, tucking his phone back into his pocket. He narrowly resisted the urge to pull it right back out. With a sympathetic roll of his eyes, Sam said,
“It didn’t vibrate, Deeks. I know you’re worried, but you can’t go on like this.”
“What if Kensi needs me? I mean I know how incredibly strong and capable she is, but she’s also 38 weeks pregnant and all alone.” He bit his lip, glancing out the window. He shouldn’t have let Kensi convince him to keep working, it was a terrible idea.
“I’m sure Roberta and Julia have everything handled,” Sam assured him which made Deeks snort.
“Are you kidding me? Kensi probably kicked them out hours ago. She loves our moms, but she can’t take that level of smothering,” Deeks explained, smirking for a moment as he pictured a very pregnant Kensi shooing the moms out the door. Then his mind went straight back to picturing her going into labor all by herself.
“I’ve been where you are, Deeks. And I know how nerve wracking it can be, but trust me when I say that everything is going to be ok.” Sam squeezed his shoulder.
“But what if something happens and I’m not there?” Deeks asked quietly.
“Then Kensi will find a way to reach you and you will be there for her.” When Deeks didn’t say anything, he added, “You got this.”
“Seriously though, if you get your phone out again, I will throw it out the window,” he warned and Deeks purposely moved his hand away from his pocket.
Under the cut is a story I had to write for an English assignment. Constructive criticism and edits are great!! <3
Headline: 2012 News: America Attacked by Middle East in Nuclear Explosion
Headline: Journal Belonging to Dr. Found.
6-8-17
It’s been five years since we’ve been in the Antarctic ice. We’ve scoured the Western ice sheet up and down, and naturally found many bacteria -- but nothing as fantastic as we were supposed to. The four of us are growing quite sick of each other, honestly. Hunger and cold is a consistent emotion. Our supplies have been too rationed and there’s barely enough left for us. I’m afraid things will come to blows if we’re here for much longer.
We found a helicopter in the Northern lakes that a polar bear had been using for a den. Jaeger has been trying his best to repair it with whatever scrap metal and wires he can. I’ll gladly exchange a mere telescope for a chance to see my family again. I’ve missed my own son’s sixteenth birthday because of this silly goose chase! At least New England winters won’t seem so awful anymore.
Even pencils are hard to keep, and I should go.
Sullimon
6-7-17
I realized this morning that I still misunderstand our current situation. The four of us were sent to the Antarctic to find… Something. The American government handed us a file and send us on a plane all the way down here, and told us they’d come get us when they were ready. We’ve scoured the whole continent. We’ve made an army of snowmen. The samples we’ve collected from everything we could gather are in their proper boxes, filled to the brim with things already discovered. It’s confusing and scary and I firmly believe all of us feel that way.
And now, for a joke.
A doctor, an astrobiologist, a mathematician and an aerospace engineer get dropped in the south pole with an empty file and a pair of mittens. They’re pink. The end.
Sullimon
6-8-17
Dear God, I apologize to myself for the miserable ‘joke’ I tried to make in my last entry. This journal is my legacy as a scientist and a doctor. The government will be reading this. My mother said I should never become a comedian and I’m finally starting to agree. Upland at least laughed out of pity.
The helicopter is fixed as of today, and we’re going to be taking off as soon as tomorrow. I’m so excited to finally feel regular periods of sunlight and do something medical, like put a surplus of bandages on random objects around the house. I miss it all, really.
Nothing else to report. Eeeee. - Sullimon
6-9-17
The roar of a helicopter engine is so much more delightful than I could ever imagine. The flight is unsteady, as… I don’t believe Jaeger has ever piloted a helicopter before. However, the important thing is that we’re going home at last. It’s going to be a rather terrible time, as we’ll have to stop to get fuel, eat… I’m not worried. Not at all.
It’s been several hours and we’ve finally arrived in a small fishing town. Rather nondescript, there were very few people there. A kind man gave us food, a place to sleep for the night, and we were able to refuel our helicopter. It was warmer than I could’ve imagined. Downy blankets and thick pillows. Separate sleeping quarters. It was like a dream come true!
I’m so tired I just-----
6-10-17
I forgot to sign off my last entry. So, here it is. - Sullimon.
I asked the man what happened here and he just looked at me with sad eyes. He walked me over to the shore at low tide and what I saw was absolutely jarring. Multitudes of fish were washed up on the beach, some with mutations, some not. Glossy eyes stared up at us, unknowing why they were dead or dying. He said there was an explosion on the water and then the fish started washing up in schools. He said it wasn’t safe there, and I believed him. I told Upland and Chang about what happened and they were as upset as I was about it.
We started flying back north around 13:00. We’re in South America, and yet the once snowy Andes are blackened. The rolling foothills are sandy. There was a crater below us at one point. A town was once there. We were all confused.
Sullimon
6-15-17
My house is in ruins. Sacked and robbed, there’s nothing left but sheetrock and nails. I tried to salvage anything I could, but to no avail. It’s all gone…
I looked in the basement and I saw them. My children. Beautiful Elijah and Jess staring at me with their bright, blue eyes. Their flesh was hanging off of their bones. They were sickly and dying, hoarse voices barely able to get out words. They looked at me and said that there was a war. They were dying. The world was dying. My children were clinging to me for their lives and I had to say to them that I could do nothing. I got a call from Upland that said I had to run, the radiation in the area was too high.
I had to look my beautiful family in the eyes and tell them they would be without their mother when they die.
I started running to the hospital I worked at once and it was in similar shape. Windows smashed in, everything looted and pillaged like a robbery went on. Many dying people took refuge in the offices; they were in similar states as Elijah and Jess. I was whole, relatively unharmed, and able to carry out what I was here to do. They tried to grab at my clothes and begged me for help. I was a doctor, after all. Why couldn’t I help?
I ran to the lab and then the headaches began. Nausea soon followed. I looked around and tried to collect myself, but creeping panic filled me and there was nothing I could do. I reached for a needle and got enough blood for a few radiation tests, and tried my best. Spending less than three hours in Portland and I was already succumbing to the fallout. I have to keep writing. Researching. This is what I came home to do. There has to be a reason for it.
Sullimon
6-16-17
I am still alive and I haven’t slept nor eaten. My writing is wobbly and my hands are shaking beyond tremors. I can’t reach any of the others to see how they’re doing, and it’s worrying. I’ve found no anomalies in my research so far, which was expected. I tried to go upstairs for a bit and took more blood from the remaining sufferers, and their radiation was higher than ever. Mine keeps climbing. I’ve began to IV nutrients to whomever I have bags and needles for. It’s the best I can do. At least they think they’re getting adequate care. One of them actually smiled at me, but then she succumbed to the fallout.
I went into what remains of my office and dug around for a bit. Almost everything was in the same place, and I’m thankful for it. My filing cabinet key was in the second drawer down of its respective lock. There was nothing in the drawer but a singular file…
Operation Winterwar -- Sending Leading Scientists to Antarctica; Imminent Threat.
I read those words with confusion, and tried to call the others again. The phone lines had been slashed. There was an eerie silence in the office, and then a scream. Why would the government send us here when they knew there was a threat of war? Why did they decide that we should live and everyone else suffer in the fallout? The world is literally in shambles, a once decent Earth is now destroyed by weapons of mass destruction. Why would we be lied to? Why, any deity, any government would they do this? We can’t even fight back because there is nothing that remains.
The headaches have come. Everything is blur----
Headline: Humanity Wiped Out by Nuclear War; Nothing Remains.
