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It's Lonely at the Top	By : PhantomChajo Category: +S through Z > Silverhawks Views: 1528 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The SilverHawks, characters, locations etc are owned by Rankin-Bass Productions, Lorimar Television. (Or were the last time I checked). Original characters (those you don't recognize as being SilverHawks) are owned by either Me or my co-author

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It's lonely At The Top
By PhantomChajo

'I've got to get out of here for a while. Things are getting out of hand, and I don't want anyone knowing about this.' He thought to himself as he packed a few items into a bag. His mind went back to an earlier conversation.

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"You called Commander?" he said going to attention and saluting.

"At ease Lieutenant." Commander Stargazer said gruffly.

Stargazer watched as Quicksilver went to the at ease position and waited. He looked him over, taking in the way the man before him moved, acted and even looked. There was slightly noticeable dark circles under eyes that weren't focusing completely. As if he was off in another world. Even the once rigidly straight posture was ever so slightly stooped. He wasn't acting anymore, he was just reacting to things around him.

"I'm putting you on Leave as of this Moment Lieutenant."

Quicksilver blinked a few times. "But sir…"

"Can it Quicksilver. Your not doing anyone any good if you crack under the pressure. Don't think I haven't noticed. You've been pulling double shifts, shorting yourself on sleep and meals. You've been taking solo patrols every chance you get too. That can be down right deadly in the shape your in right now."

".. but sir…I.." he trailed off, shoulders slumping some. He knew anything he tried to come up with now would sound like a lame excuse, even to himself. "… yes sir. That all?"

Stargazer bit back a sigh of frustration. "Son, this isn't the end of the world, just a two week leave." He said softly. "And leave Tally Hawk's controls."

"..yes sir.." That had been another blow. But he removed the control band and set it on the Commanders desk.

"Dismissed Lieutenant" This time he did sigh as he watched Quicksilver leave his office.

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He blinked realizing he had been standing there staring at the wall of his quarter for the last few minutes. He slowly looked around the room. He came to the conclusion that if he just vanished, no one would miss him. There was nothing to personalize the room. everything was strictly within regulations.

He didn't really have friends among the other SilverHawks. They were under his command, doing what he told them to do. 'most of the time' he thought to himself. They were acquaintances, comrades, nothing more.

Shaking his head to clear the thoughts, he called Seymour to pick him up then hung up. He knew exactly how long it would take the cabbie to be there. By the time he reached the hanger, Seymour was just pulling in. Thankfully Zeek wasn't with him.didndidn't even wait till the cab was settled before he was opening the door and getting in.

"eh.. Where to Lieutenant?"

"Dolar, then Bedlama" It was short and to the point.

"Alright then Lieutenant."

Jon just looked out the window for most of the trip. He didn't really hear the numerous times Seymour had tried to start a conversation.

After the third or fourth time trying to get Quicksilver to talk, he had given up. Something was bothering the SilverHawk. And what ever it was, it was enough to even get to him. When he landed on Dolar, his rider got out, a few minutes later he was back settling in the seat again. Still silent.

The stop at Dolar was to get money. He'd need it for some of the places he was thinking about going to. It wasn't like he had to worry about money. He never spent his paychecks on anything. Never went anywhere, or ordered anything other then what was strictly necessary and then it was usually sent automatically. When they reached Bedlama he handed Seymour the fare plus a tip before the cabbie could say anything. Grabbing his bag he vanished into the crowds.

He found a hotel and checked in paying cash for one night. He wasn't going to stay long. Once in his room he stripped out of the sweets he wore down and went though the process of de-armoring. By the time he was finished he was on his hands and knees, panting harshly from exhaustion. Sweat dripping off his skin, his hair, long, matted and soaking wet.

He climbed shakilyhis his feet and stumbled to the bathroom. He didn't even look in the mirror as he turned on the shower and climbed in. The feel of water hitting bare skin after so long incased in metal was strange. He flinched at first then slowly relaxed. He had to think back to his days in boarding school and then the military to recall how to deal with personal hygiene.

Once he was done he got out, wrapping a towel about his waist, and using another to dry his hair. Again he didn't bother looking in the mirror as he passed it on his way back into the room. After shutting off the lights, he removed his bag from the bed and pulled the covers back, then crawled into it. Asleep as soon as he lay his head on the pillow.

His sleep was dreamless, but he still woke up at dawn. As he sat there on the edge of the bed, elbows on knees, face covered by his hands. Yesterday became clearer and clearer as he woke up fully. He staggered over to the bathroom, set the water as hot as he could stand it, and stepped in. The hot water pounded his body, easing the physical strain, but not helping his mental strain one bit. Stargazer was right, of course. Things had been strained, and he had taken up the burden. SteelHeart's abduction and rape had really shaken things up. Will and Hotwing had both needed extended leaves to cope with it, leaving him to take up the slack. Even now that she was back, things weren't quite back to normal, but they were settling down, maybe he did need a vacation, but he had no idea what to do. Over a decade in this galaxy, and he still had no idea what it had to offer. The water turned warm, then cold, and he shut it off with a sigh. He dried off, and taking up a comb, began to ruthlessly pull the tangles out. Combed out, it rippled down his back, almost to his waist. He scowled at his reflection. He wasn't sure how he liked that. He pulled on some clng, ng, grabbed up his jacket, and stepped out to see what Bedlama had to offer an overworked man.

He spent most of the next day wandering aimlessly. His mind whirled in ever-spiraling circles over the events of the past months. No one seemed to recognize him, or even give him a second glance. By late afternoon, he found himself in a bar. No alcohol, but the atmosphere was unmistakably a bar. He ordered a cup of coffee, and looked around, brooding.

He was on his third cup when someone sat down next to him.

"Hey handsome, what's a good looking guy like you doing in a place like this?"

He turned to look at the speaker, a sultry looking brunette. So deep in his brooding that he missed the woman's partner slip something into his coffee. He just stared at her, his cold blue eyes boring into her as he stayed silent.

"Fine, be that way" She soon shrugged, and wandered off towards a warmer reception.

He sighed to himself. What was wrong with him? He could have at least said hello, even if he had no intention of picking up a stranger. He turned back to his coffee, taking a big gulp. After a few minutes, he noticed he felt kind of funny.

He blinked as things lost focus. When he tried to stand up, he staggered dangerously. He was lucky someone threw their arm about his waist and draped his arm about their shoulders. He felt a second person do the same from the other side Blinking again he turned his head, first one direction then the other. It was that woman from earlier. He couldn't get the words out before the pair was leading him away from the bar and towards the exit. The last thing he saw was a Limbo Limo just outside the door. As he was dumped into the back seat he heard one comment to the other.

"Boss has got a pretty one on the way."

Then all went black.
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