Airwolf Rule The World

It was late evening and Hawke had spent the time wallowing in self pity and guilt in Airwolf. He looked over the controls of the awesome helicopter and began to think he had made a pact with the devil when he had kept Airwolf. He fondly touched the controls expressing the ownership of the machine.



When the wounded Archangel came to his cabin six years previous begging Hawke to go to Libya to retrieve it in exchange for one million dollars, Hawke was not that far removed that one million was a good carrot to dangle. But Hawke, brooding from the disappearance of Kristien, stubbornly requested the FIRM to find Saint John instead.



Hawke knew that when his art collection was taken by the committee, that the FIRM would not keep their end of the deal to find Saint John, he and Dominic made plans to keep Airwolf.



Archangel made an offer of a lifetime to Hawke, he would help and support Hawke in return for Hawke to fly Airwolf on missions for the FIRM. Hawke packed up flying for the FIRM just after he test flew Airwolf with Kristien. He vowed to himself that he wouldn’t work for them again. So much for keeping that promise to himself, he thought.



The port door opened with a hiss of compression and closed again. Kristien wriggled about in the co pilots seat to get comfortable. Her baby bump was causing some discomfort. Hawke allowed her to settle before looking across at her. Kristien looked at Hawke.



“So is this a private brooding party or can anyone join in?” Kristien finally asked correctly working out his mood.



Hawke sighed deeply, unsure as how to answer.



“Oh, I see, it’s one of those.” Kristien looked at his cold, expressionless eyes.



“One of those?” Hawke mumbled full of guilt.



“Yes, you know, you want to tell me something but you haven’t got a clue where to start or whether I will like what I hear.” Kristien correctly tuned into his emotions.



Hawke shook his head. “You deserve some one better.” Hawke mumbled hanging his head in shame.



Kristien was taken back by that sudden statement from Hawke. “Where did that come from?” She managed to say without swearing although she was thinking, what the fuck! “Oh I do, do I?” Kristien replied rhetorically and she held her bump whilst again she moved to try to get some kind of comfort. “Do I get a say in this or shall just wait for Sayid to come banging on my door again?” Kristien was getting some discomfort from being upset with Hawke’s revelation. “Well, shall I put out a wanted ad then in the local lonely hearts? You know wanted father to be for rich, pregnant head of state, recently dumped?” Kristien looked over some of the controls of Airwolf realising that he actually meant it. “I thought you had made me a promise?” Kristien’s tone resembled some sadness.



Hawke looked at her. “I am not very good with keeping my promises.” He told her.



“First I have heard about it Stringfellow Hawke.” Kristien jumped in so quickly it made Hawke get a dose of reality.



“I am working for the FIRM on a mission to get Stavilav and hopefully the Minotaur.” Hawke started to try to tell Kristien what had happened, to come clean about the part he played at the sports club.



Kristien immediately tensed up and panicked with the mention of the arms dealers name who handed her over so freely to Bryon. “Well if you need anything ask Carsten.” Kristien got out of Airwolf, not willing to continue the rest of the conversation. “Oh and pack the brooding up will you, either that or go to the cabin to do it in private, you know it drives me nuts as I cannot see any point to it.” Kristien admitted to Hawke and closed the port door and walked slowly across the hangar floor.



Hawke watched her leave knowing she made complete sense. Perhaps going to the cabin for a while would be a good idea. He thought carefully about it and remembered that Kristien’s scent would be everywhere in the cabin after her recent visit. Hawke’s cabin was like a vortex, Hawke could easily lose himself from the outside world. Although he never lost track of time, it did seem to pass very slowly, often allowing him to engorge and brood deeply over his deep wounds that would never heal. Hawke sighed deeply knowing that Kristien’s scent all over the cabin would send Hawke over the edge and not help at all. He resigned to the fact that he may as well stay with Kristien and somehow get beyond the wallowing in guilt stage and talk to her calmly and admit what had happened.



Airwolf’s scramblers broke the silence of the cockpit. Hawke sighed deeply and pressed a couple of buttons and Archangel appeared.



“Hello Hawke, is Kristien around?” Archangel asked.



“You just missed her, it is kinda late here you know.” Hawke reminded him of the time difference.



“What do you want her for?” Hawke enquired.



“Oh I have some more information on the Minotaur that you will need.” Archangel told him.



“Well send it across and I will upload it.” Hawke said pressing a couple of other buttons on Airwolf and the EDCC sprang into life.



“Oh if you are able to.” Archangel replied.



“I can upload things you know Michael, I am not completely useless.” Hawke grew angry at the man dressed in white.



Archangel knew he had hit a nerve. “Ok ok, sending it across now.”



“Got it.” Hawke checked Airwolf’ monitors.



“Angel one out.” Archangel ceased the transmission.



Hawke walked out of the Hangar and the autumn night air had a chill in it. There was a fine mist hanging in the air, with the moonlight it made the place quite magical and mysterious. Carsten suddenly walked out of the shadows and gave Hawke a right hook, knocking him instantly onto the tarmac apron. Hawke laid prone for a couple of seconds before realising what had happened. He spat out a mouthful of blood and got up, kicking out at Carsten who grabbed Hawke’s right foot and twisted it round, burying Hawke to the floor again, smashing his bottom lip and head into the tarmac.



Carsten brushed off his hands and looked down at Hawke. “By all means, please get up, I am enjoying this.” Carsten said with joy in his voice, hoping Hawke would get up again for him to give him another good thrashing.



“What the fuck is this about?” Hawke spat another mouthful of blood out on to the tarmac. Hawke and Carsten had one hell of a love hate relationship, always over Kristien. Although neither of them kept score, both men were about even when it came to head on clashes between them, both were black belts in martial arts, it was only if one had the upper hand or the notion of surprise that one could get one over each other. When they clashed, it was always like world war three.



“Kristien had a special delivery tonight.” Carsten threw the I-phone down to Hawke. “Very entertaining.”



Hawke caught it and slowly got up, he pressed the touch screen and a video playback showed Hawke with Diana in the room where she gave him a blow job. Hawke grimaced as he saw it.



“Has Kristien seen this?” Hawke asked rubbing the trickle of blood from his mouth.



Carsten laughed mockingly at Hawke. “Do you still have your balls intact?”



Hawke gave Carsten a dirty look. “You said it was special delivery?”



“Everything for Kristien comes to me, I determine the threat, you know as head of security. I make sure it won’t kill her first.” Carsten looked at Hawke. “That is my job you know.”



“I was working for the FIRM.” Hawke stopped the I-phone.



“What as a gigolo?” Carsten mocked Hawke again. “Fuck, what the hell were you thinking?” Carsten had watched it several times after checking it wasn’t a fake. When he realised it wasn’t he couldn’t believe Hawke had been so stupid. “You didn’t even try to stop it from happening.”



“She was the contact to set up the meeting for Stavilav and the Minotaur.” Hawke explained the mission. “And fuck me it happened all so fast.” Hawke feebly explained.



“Ever think you are being set up here?” Carsten told him and pulled out his blackberry from his pocket. “I have traced it as it originated here in the UK, London. Cash payment to the courier. No other details. Even the phone was bought cash and not registered. The sim card is a forgery, a bloody good one at that, can’t find where it was registered which means a Government Agency.” Carsten gave over the forensic information that he had discovered thus far.



“Set up?” Hawke queried. “Only Archangel knows about this mission and now you.”



“Don’t you think it was convenient that a camera was catching this very intimate moment for posterities sake?” Carsten explained his theory.



“You saw it Carsten, I had no fucking chance to pull her off.” Hawke mumbled with guilt. “You gonna show Kristien?”



Carsten shook his head. “For fucks sake Hawke, I would say this would kill her if she saw this.” Carsten tried to keep some control. “God, she is barely managing to keep pregnant at the moment.”



“What do you mean?” Hawke asked, quite concerned.



“Whilst you have been playing American gigolo, Kristien has had a week from hell. She has barely made it out of the house and when she does manage to wander about, she is doubled up in pain.” Carsten explained what had been happening. “Doctor Parsons has been seeing Kristien twice a day.” Carsten realised that Hawke did not know what was going on.



Hawke started to walk off in the direction of the cottages that some of the staff lived in, to go and see Doctor Parsons.



“Hawke?” Carsten called after him.



Hawke turned and looked at Carsten. “Yeah?”



“Best let me have that back and I will get it destroyed.” Carsten suggested.



Hawke looked at the incriminating I-phone and threw it back to Carsten. “What do you want in return then?” Hawke replied expecting to be blackmailed.



Carsten caught the I-phone and looked at Hawke. “You owe me that’s for sure. If you think for one moment I would even consider showing Kristien this, you are a fucking bigger prick than I take you for.” Carsten disabled the I-phone for the moment. “My only worry would be that someone out there is determined to frame you and somehow they will find a way to get this piece of evidence to Kristien.”



Carsten left Hawke and walked back to the main house to his security office to destroy the I-phone.



Hawke knocked on the cottage door. The garden was full of flowers and herbs which gave a nice smell of jasmine and lavender in the evening air. The door opened and Doctor Sarah Parsons stood and instantly recognised Hawke and she opened the door wider to allow him to walk in, noting the injuries he had sustained probably with another altercation with Carsten, she thought.



Hawke stood in the small lounge and took in the warmth of the small fire in the hearth. It was a very homely cottage and had a personal stamp on it, with small figurines of ballet dancers, some good reproductions of Monet and Picasso adorned the low ceiling room.



“You had better sit down whilst I take a look at that cut on your head.” Sarah told him. Hawke touched the top of his head with his fingers and saw the blood. He hadn’t realised he had hit his head in the altercation with Carsten.



Hawke sat and waited for Sarah to return. She handed him an ice pack for his split lip. He placed it on his fat lip and felt instant comfort from the ice. Sarah cleaned up the cut removing some small pieces of grit from the wound. She put two steri stitches across the wound and got a syringe out.



“Drop your trousers then.” She requested.



“What?” Hawke was very apprehensive about the request.



Sarah showed him the full syringe. “Antibiotics, if you will kiss the runway with your head then this is what you have to put up with.”



Hawke gingerly dropped his trousers allowing Doctor Parsons to plunge it into one of his cheeks of his arse. He flinched as he felt the syringe.



“Yeah, sorry it does sting.” Sarah apologised weakly and she gathered up all the medical supplies she had used and wandered back into the kitchen. A couple of minutes later she came back with a coffee for Hawke and a hot chocolate for herself. Sarah made herself comfortable in the big chair next to the fire.



“So you didn’t come here just for that as Kristien would have easily patched you up.” Sarah commented.



“Is Kristie and the baby ok?” Hawke asked directly.



Sarah too was surprised at Hawke’s directness. “I told you when I was operating on her that this was a bad idea.” Sarah put on her doctors hat once more.



Hawke looked at her sheepishly. “Kristie really wants this baby.” Hawke explained.



“I know she does, the fact she is doing as her body dictates for once tells me that she does want the baby.” Sarah took a sip of her hot chocolate and looked at the fire. “Look Hawke, when I was operating on her I saw what was left of her uterus, there’s not much left, I don’t know how she has got to twenty five weeks, now that is beyond any medical explanation.” Sarah shook her head. “If I had my way I would still perform a hysterectomy.”



Hawke was shocked with the Doctor’s revelation to him. “Kristie really wants a family and quite a big one at that.” Hawke remembered all the conversations with Kristien about having children, she wanted at least eight children, she did not want any of them to be brought up like she was, an only child on the huge estates that she owned worldwide. Kristien appeared on her very own rich list, no one in the world was richer, not even if the Forbes list was combined, no one came close. The idea of a large family would continue the family name, which would end with Kristien if she didn’t produce any children.



“You still can.” Sarah explained. “When Kristien came back here six years ago and we got her back to health we removed about fifteen of her eggs and have stored them. It would not take long to fertilise them with your sperm and then using IVF put them in a surrogate mother.”



Hawke raised his eyebrows at the Doctors suggestion. “You mean a test tube baby?”



“Kristien is in danger here.” Sarah tried to explain her concerns to Hawke. “Her baby has no more room to move about and the pair of them could die at any given moment.”



“What?” Hawke was very shocked and nearly dropped the coffee he was holding.



“I did wonder whether you knew or not.” Sarah looked at him.



“She could die?” Hawke repeated not sure he heard it the first time.



“Both of them. Look Hawke, normally a womans’ uterus stretches and keeps the baby safe and there is normally plenty of room. Kristien has lost probably a third of her uterus and quite a bit of what is left is scarred so it won’t stretch. At the moment, she is in constant pain with the baby growing normally.” Sarah explained as basic as she could, she did not want to confuse Hawke. “Any pregnancy is risky but with Kristien, I would say she has increased the odds ten fold at least.” Sarah continued. “The uterus could tear and the pair of them could die of toxic shock or even bleed to death.”



“Is there nothing to relive the pain?” Hawke asked now understanding why Sarah wanted to terminate Kristiens’ and his baby.



“No nothing.” Sarah replied. “She’s got everything against her including gravity.”



Hawke finished his coffee. “I promised her she is going to have this baby and I will make sure that she does.”



Hawke left Sarah’s cottage on the estate and walked back in the moonlight back to the lodge. He paused at the lakes edge and looked back at the Lodge. Only one dim light was on upstairs in Hawke’s and Kristien’s bedroom. Hawke walked over knowing he could not delay going to bed with Kristien any longer. With any luck she would be fast asleep.



Hawke entered the bedroom and allowed his eyes to become accustomed to the dim lighting. Kristien was laid with her legs resting on the headboard of the four poster bed, she had several pillows under her back supporting her. She was dressed in one of his shirts.



“Kristie are you asleep?” Hawke whispered gently.



“Yes I normally sleep like this.” Kristien giggled and picked the laptop up again that she was working on. She rested it onto her chest and peered at the screen.



Hawke walked right up to the bed and laid down next to her and he too put his legs up on the headboard, copying her. He was surprised at how comfortable it was. Kristien put her hand into Hawke’s and held it gently. Her thumb stroking the top of his hand. Hawke felt like drowning in his guilt. Here she was, the soul mate he loved and adored, holding his hand and spending time with him. If she knew what he had done earlier there would be no way that she would allow him anywhere near her. He was sure of it.



For the moment, Hawke felt that he would keep it from her as he drifted off to sleep.



Kristien continued working on the laptop, checking various things on the mainframe computer that managed all of the estates networks. She could feel Hawke’s guilt a mile away, but it was mixed with worries about the baby and her too.



Something had happened today, she wasn’t sure what, but Hawke was guilt ridden.



Kristien looked across at Hawke, she was not sure if she could wait for him to tell her.



Whatever it was, she was sure that it was going to hurt her.