Fanfic Name / Nombre del Fanfic: Maelström

Chapter / Capitulo: 2

Author / Autor: Jo anderson

Rating / Clasificacion: AP15 (For Teenagers = Para Adolescentes)

Alternate Universe / Universo Alterno

Angst / Drama

Fanfic: Maelström 
 
Disclaimer: I don’t own Robotech or any of it’s characters. This fic was written for entertainment purposes only. No infringement is intended. 
 
Author’s note: This is a Roy and Lisa fanfic, you are warned. If you don’t want to read this please don’t. I wrote this because I have always think that Roy is an awesome character and that he and Lisa will make a wonderful couple if it weren't for Claudia. And because Lisa deserves someone a little less confuse than Rick. In order for this fic to work Roy never died in the episode “Farwell Big Brother” 
 
Reviews: Please, the reviews are what keeps me writing and I would love to read what you people think about this fanfic if you didn't hate the idea of Roy and Lisa together. 
 
To: Carla, thanks for helping me to develop this idea and for giving me the courage to write this, thank you so much wicked sister. To Dwayne for being my beta again, without you I don't know what I'll do and to Feña thanks for listening to me little niece. 
 
Thanks for all the reviews!! Really!! 
 
Enjoy..... 
 
Maelström 
Chapter 2 
“We stand alone” 
 
Lisa had just finished to put her full dress uniform on and was waiting for Kim to pick her up at the hospital. The doctors had given her permission to leave the hospital only for Claudia's funeral and then she had to come back. She wouldn't come back. She had better things to do than sit in a hospital bed looking at the ceiling.  
 
“Are you ready?” Kim asked, opening Lisa's room door. 
“Yes,” Lisa said as she straightened her uniform, She wanted to look perfect. 
“Good, the nurse will be here in a minute with the wheelchair.” 
“I don't need a wheelchair,” Lisa said and started to walk towards the door. 
“But Lisa the doctor...” 
“I don't care what the doctor said,” Lisa said hardly and kept walking, Kim just followed her. 
They got into the car that was waiting for them to take them to Claudia's funeral and no one said a word. Lisa just sat straight with her gaze lost in the horizon. She only reacted when the car stopped, she fixed her hair. 
“Wait I'll help you to get out,” Kim said. 
“It's OK I can do it on my own,” Lisa said and get out of the car, hiding her pain, pain that wasn't only caused by her wounds. 
 
Roy was never good with dealing with grief. Actually he never quite deal with it. Maybe that was another reason why he became a pilot, because the chances of being the cause of grief were far more higher than being to one to be grieving. He loosened the collar of his uniform a little, as if by doing that he would somehow relieve the true cause of his discomfort. 
 
“How are you Big Brother?” Rick asked looking at him with sorrow in his eyes. He hated that, he hated the way people looked at him, the way they acted around him, all sympathetically. As if they knew what he was going though. 
“I'm fine,” He said coldly. He didn't feel like talking; specially not to Rick. 
“The car is waiting to take you to the...” Rick didn't finish the sentence. 
“Then let's go,” Roy said sharply, and started to walk outside his house without even bothering to check if Rick was following him. He just wanted all this to end. 
 
 
The funeral service was long and even thoug a lot of people attended it, it was still intimate. No one remained indifferent to the heart touching speeches that Claudia's brother and Admiral Gloval gave, no one except Lisa and Roy. They both sat next to each other, but never looked at each other, both of them with a blank expressions on their faces, both of them with their eyes fixed on Claudia's coffin. 
 
The road to the cemetery was silent. Lisa walked stoically next to Admiral Gloval, who from time to time looked at her with concern, her pale and emaciated features contrasted with her impossible pace and military manners. Roy walked at the other side of Gloval, uneasy, adjusting his collar from time to time, not knowing how to behave; she wasn't here to tell him. 
 
While the priest gave his last blessing, Lisa looked around. Kim and Vanessa were holding Sammie who was crying uncontrollably. Jean, Claudia's brother wife was trying to comfort him. Admiral Gloval had just put the handkerchief that he’d used to wipe away his own tears in his pocket, while Rick blinked a couple of times to fight the tears, like so many other people in there, unable to control their emotions. 
 
She wasn't like that; she had promised herself that she would not cry. What was the point? Tears would not bring her back. Tears would not change the fact that Claudia had died to save her. Crying was what people did when they wanted closure, when they wanted to leave what hurt them behind, when they wanted to forget. She didn't want that, she didn't want to ease the pain that losing her best friend mean to her. So no, she would not cry. 
 
 
Out of the corner of his eyes, Roy caught a group of Marines taking their position to presents their honors to Claudia. His heart twisted inside of his chest. He had gone to several military funerals, and many times heard the gunshots into the air to say goodbye to a fellow solider fallen in combat, but how could he say goodbye to her? 
He tightened his jaw and took a deep breath, but the cold air of the winter felt like razors, razors that were cutting him from inside. Why? He asked to himself, Why had he let her in? He was fine as he was; he lived every moment at the most; he had all the fun he wanted; he enjoy every minute he had as if it was the last, no regrets, no plans, never looking into the future, just here and now.  
The first shot from the marines made him jump and breath harder. He felt as if his ribs were shrinking, oppressing his lungs and his heart and creating a metallic taste similar to blood in his mouth that no matter how many times he swallow wouldn’t go away.  
 
He never should have let her in. He never should have opened up his heart and dare to think that there was more to life than the inside of a cockpit or the underneath his sheets. What a mistake. He should have kept living his life on the edge, enjoying all the pleasures that life placed at his feet, never caring about someone other than himself. 
He knew the second shot from the marines was coming, and yet he could not avoid jumping again. The pain got stronger, the realization that the final goodbye was coming was too much for him to handle. He could handle many things, endure a lot of pain, but not this pain. He dropped the rose he had on his hands and turned away. He couldn't be there anymore.  
 
 
Lisa heard the second shot from the marines and didn't even flinch. This was always the most emotional part of military funerals, but she was emotionless, even when her heart kept breaking inside her chest with every gunshot, each time more painfully than the previous. She just remained there standing in attention, without moving a muscle, without letting a sob escape or her chin tremble. Her eyes stayed up front and only strayed when she saw Roy walk away, hands in his pockets. He walked outside the cemetery without looking back. 
 
She put a rose on Claudia's coffin and comforted the Trio while the coffin was lowered down. She gave her condolences to Vince before he left, and waited for everyone to leave. Why she stood there, she didn't know, it was like she couldn't leave.  
She just stood there in silence for a few moments, the cold air making her hair float into the wind. What was she waiting for? For her to rise from the grave? 
 
Rick looked at her. He was about to climb into his car but the lonely and melancholic figure of Lisa stopped him. He wished he could do something, but he was as clueless about what to say or what do as he was when he was with Roy. Maybe it was because he felt that things would have been so different if he had sent one of his men to protect that plane. But right now all he wanted to do was go there and hug her but she looked so fragile that he was afraid that she might break if he stood next to her. 
 
“Captain Hunter,” Gloval's voice made Rick jump. 
“Sir,” he said turning into his direction, still a little scared. 
“You're a friend of Captain Hayes, aren't you?” 
“Yes sir.” 
“I'm worried about her; she's been like this since she found out.” 
“She can be very withdrawn,” Rick said with a shy smile. 
“I know, but no one can bottle up all those emotions,” Gloval said and looked again towards where Lisa was with concern. You're her friend. Try to be there when she can't keep things inside anymore.” 
“I'll be there, sir,” Rick promised, not only to Gloval but to himself as well. He cared about Lisa, she had always been there for him, maybe it was time for him to be there for her. 
“Thanks, Captain,” Gloval said and started to walk away. 
 
 
Rick looked at Lisa again; she still was there looking at Claudia's grave. He took a deep breath and started to walk in her direction. 
 
“We should go Lisa, it's getting really cold and you just left the hospital,” Rick said when he was next to her. 
Lisa turned to look at him and wanted to say something. She wanted to tell him that if he had sent one of his men to help them, they wouldn't be here. That he had traded Claudia's life for Minmei's. But wouldn't she have done the same? Wouldn't she have traded Roy's life for Rick's? After all Rick's love of his life had always been Minmei. 
“I'm fine, don't worry about me,” she said neutrally, and started to walk away from Claudia's grave. 
“I have my car over there,” Rick said pointing at the parking lot. 
“Don't worry, I have my own transport waiting for me,” Lisa said and gave him a polite smile. Rick just stood dumbfounded by her attitude, looking at her walking away as stoically as she had when she arrived there. 
 
 
Roy left the cemetery and began his search for a bar where he could drink himself into oblivion. His first thought was to go to “The Hangar,” a place he really liked, but tonight that place wasn't the right place for him. It will be filled with people who knew him, people who would either give him pitful or judgmental looks and right now he didn't want to deal with any of those, he just wanted to have a good time.  
 
So he decided to go at a little known bar just outside of New Macross. The place was just what he wanted for the night. The music was loud, the cigarette smoke filled the place, the lights were dim and no one knew him; yeah the place was perfect.  
 
He sat at a table in a corner of the bar and ordered a bottle of Scotch, and when it arrived at the table he poured himself a glass and drank it quickly, the strong liquor burning him inside. He smiled, and poured another glass and drank it, the burning sensation was what he need to make the cold pain of loss disappear. He poured a third glass. He shouldn't be drinking that much, he had a shift tomorrow morning, but he didn't care. 
 
“You look lonely soldier,” said a young brunette woman. 
“That could be rectified don't you think?” He said with a flirtatious smile. 
“Yeah, that can be rectified” She said and sat in front of him. 
“You want a drink?” 
“Sure, whatever you're having I'll have it too,” she said, he just smiled at her and got closer. 
“Daring, I like that in a woman,” He said. 
“You do?” 
“It's not the only thing I'm liking right now,” he said looking at her cleavage shamelessly. “Actually there are two things I'm liking right now.” 
“You don't full around, do you?”  
“No I don't.” 
“Good, I like that in a man,” she said and put her finger under his chin to make him look at her. 
“That's a good start,” He said and moved his chair so that he was seated next to her. “And I bet there are a lot more things that you will like about me,” he added and put an arm around her shoulder. 
“Really?”  
“Really,” he whispered next to her ear, making her shiver. 
“And what things would those be?” She asked with a whisper. 
“I can't tell you,” He said with an evil grin. “But I can show you,” he said while his free hand started to move up the woman’s leg and under her skirt, making her arch her back. 
He just smiled cockily after watching the effects that his touch had on the woman. “But maybe here is not the right place,” he said against her neck, never stopping moving his hand. 
“My place is just a few blocks away,” the woman said with difficulty. 
“Really?” He asked raising an eyebrow flirtatiously. 
“Mmm hhmm,” was all that the woman could articulate while biting her lower lip. 
“Then your place it is,” Roy said and suddenly stopped. 
The woman looked at him with disapointment when he stopped, but the sudden stop left her eager of more. She quickly stood up and offered her hand to Roy. He took it with a grin and followed her, his own arousal making him walk as fast as the woman was walking.  
 
When they arrived at the woman's small apartment, there was no need for any type of preamble, they knew why there were there. And when they fell onto her bed half dressed, half naked, Roy knew that that was what he needed tonight, the perfect mix between alcohol and physical pleasure. He smiled to himself. 
 
To be continued... 
 
author's note: once again thanks to all the peoplewho wrote reviews. Thanks to lorena, Airajuliafor,Andrea and REEVEN. muchas gracias! 
 

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