Usually the sight of him trotting away from me is enjoyable. He may be my CO and we both may care more than we should; but some joys must remain, even in denial. Only this time... this time, he's headed into trouble.

'Damnit, Sir. You can't do this alone.'

Warm with the heat of his skin, this burden is now mine to guard; for him, with my life. At times like this the logic and safety of physics fails me. How can bones so light put into motion more than science can account for?

'Damnit, Jack. You'd better come back.