Thank you, Puff ... I'm glad you like them *G* And xita? Stop teasing Autumn. Oh, wait ... I mean, stop "taunting" Autumn. From what I've heard, the "teasing" is fine
And, umm ... I'm an evil little liar-monkey. Here's the next vignette, MUCH earlier than expected.
Series: Vignettes
Number: 16
Title: Free to Fly
Author: Sassette
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Summary: More Rose and Tara
Disclaimer: I didn't create these characters. I do, however, love them, and as they reside in my heart, they belong to me. I'm not making any money off of them, though.
Rating: Shiny Happy Disney G-Rated.
Free to Fly
Part 16 of the Vignettes Series
by Sassette
"Are you sure about this?" Rose asked softly, looking at Tara with a serious expression on her face. She put her helmet and goggles down, then turned back to Tara. "Because you don't have to ..."
"No, I want to," Tara said, her little face scrunched up into a look of pure determination despite the tense set of her shoulders. "And I trust you. You won't let anything bad happen."
"Right," Rose said with a grin and a nod. "It's perfectly safe, and I'm a really >really< good pilot, and I wouldn't ever >ever< take you flying if I wasn't one-hundred-and-twenty-percent Sure-y McSure that it was safe."
Tara just nodded, her shoulders relaxing as she listened to Rose talk. Rose talked funny, Tara had noticed, but it was kind of nice the way she'd just keep talking, filling up the silence. It was so easy to feel alone in the silence, and with Rose, Tara never felt alone. Whenever Rose's Magic Helicopter buzzed in, Tara's silent world was full of such happy sounds: talking and laughter and shouts.
"Oh!" Rose said, her eyes widening. "I gotcha' something," she said, remembering that she had put together a very special present for her bestest friend, and had just been waiting for Tara to decide to go for a ride in the Magic Helicopter so she could hand it over.
"You ... you got me something?" Tara asked, a look of total surprise on her face. "But ... it's not my birthday," she protested.
"Doesn't matter, silly," Rose said, shooting a slightly exasperated look at Tara. "Besides, it's very important equipment. Can't go buzzing around in a helicopter without it."
Rose lifted the front seat and started rummaging around in what looked like nothing. Tara ducked down, looking underneath the seat, and saw nothing but the hollow empty framework of the Magic Helicopter. Somehow, Rose withdrew a small parcel, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a string.
"It's, umm ... I didn't wrap it pretty," Rose said quietly, looking down at the ground and scuffing the toe of her boot in the grass. She looked up quickly, thrusting her arm out straight in front of her, placing the parcel in front of Tara's face, then quickly looked back down.
"Oh, wow," Tara breathed, taking the gift and hugging it to her chest, her eyes twinkling, and a sweet smile crossing her face. "For me?"
"Well, yeah," Rose said, finally looking up, her brow furrowed. "I just gave it to you, and it would be mean and all rude-like to just take it back, right?"
"Oh, did you want it back?" Tara asked, her eyes wide, trying to hand the parcel back to Rose.
"No," Rose said, shaking her head vigorously, and sending her hair flying around her face. "It's for you. I made them for you."
"You made them?" Tara asked, a wide grin splitting her face.
"Well, I didn't 'make' them 'make them'," Rose hedged. "I sort of made the Magic Helicopter all magic-y enough that I can always find more of these under the seat. Y'see?"
"Thank you," Tara gushed, hugging the present to her again. It didn't matter, really, what was underneath the plain brown paper - the only thing that really mattered to her was that Rose had given her a present, and it wasn't even her birthday.
"You're welcome," Rose said shyly. "Go on and open it," she went on, shifting her weight from foot to foot and clasping her hands in front of her, starting to fidget with excitement. "This is ... this is fun," Rose decided out loud as Tara started to carefully untie the string. Rose walked closer, watching Tara's hands working at the knot. "I feel just like Santa Claus. Only I have a helicopter insted of a sleigh. And no reindeer."
"And it's not Christmas," Tara added, looking up at Rose with a little smile, before going back to opening her present.
"Right," Rose said with a nod. "It's not Christmas-y at all, except for the present, but there's no tree. I mean, well, there are lots of trees here, but there aren't any >Christmas< trees, and so it's not the same, and we can't really say it's Christmas at all."
Tara just listened, getting the string off the package, then folding back the brown paper. Her little face lit up when she saw a brown flight jacket, goggles, and a white scarf that matched Rose's. "Oh, Rose," Tara said, looking up and beaming at her friend.
"So, umm ... you like them? I mean, you're smiling, so I guess you like them, but you just kind of said 'Oh, Rose,' and that could mean anything at all, so I'm not completely >sure< that you like them, so I guess I'm just saying ... do you like them?"
"Oh, yes," Tara said, giving Rose a great big hug.
"Oh, good," Rose said, hugging Tara back. "Come on, put 'em on," she said, pulling away and holding up the jacket for Tara. Tara slipped into it, and then Rose helped her put on the old-fashioned aviator helmet, making sure her long blonde hair got tucked in, and then topping it off with the white scarf.
Tara just grinned, half her face hidden by the large goggles, and Rose smiled back. Flying was fun, Rose decided, but it would be more fun to share it with a friend. It was so freeing and beautiful going way up high in the Magic Helicopter, but it would be so much better with Tara at her side.
"Okay, let me just finish setting up," Rose said excitedly, muttering to herself as she double-checked the modifications she had made to the Magic Helicopter so that Tara could fly, too. She went over every inch of it, her little hands pushing and prodding at things Tara didn't understand, her tongue poking out in concentration as she made triple-sure everything was perfect.
Once she was satisfied, Rose stood up, grabbing her own helmet and goggles and shoving them onto her head. "Okay, that's your seat right there," Rose said, pointing to the seat next to hers.
Gingerly, Tara climbed into the seat, holding onto Rose's shoulder to steady herself. Once she was seated, Rose buckled her in, then scampered around the Magic Helicopter, her white scarf flying behind her, before jumping into her seat and bouncing a little as she put on her own safety restraints.
Rose mumbled to herself as she checked all the instruments on the front panel, before darting a glance sideways to check on Tara.
Tara's eyes were shut tight behind her goggles, her hands clamped down on the sides of her seat.
"Hey, Tara," Rose said softly, covering Tara's hand with her own. "It's not too late to decide to do this another time. We could do something else, no problem," she said emphatically. "In fact, I think I'd rather do something else. Let's go swimming or something."
"Oh, no," Tara said, shaking her head. "I want to fly. I'm just ... I'm just a little, umm ... I'm scared," she admitted softly, trusting that Rose wouldn't ever laugh at her for being scared.
"You're very brave," Rose said solemnly. "You sure you want to?"
"I'm not brave," Tara said, shaking her head. "I'm a big 'fraidy cat."
"No, you're very brave," Rose insisted. "You're scared, but you want to fly anyway. That's more brave than someone who isn't scared at all flying."
"Really?" Tara asked, her eyes wide. "I'm, umm ... I'm brave?"
"The bravest," Rose said, turning on the helicopter, the wide blades over their heads starting to spin.
"I'm brave," Tara whispered to herself, squeezing Rose's hand before letting it go so her friend could pilot the Magic Helicopter. "So where are we going?" Tara called out over the buzzing noise.
"I dunno," Rose said with a grin and a shrug. "But we'll find out."