David Golemon - Event

Ryan had totally lost control of the helicopter. Jack was still dangling precariously above the giant crater in the desert, only holding on because of the sheer strength of Everett and the willpower of Sarah, who was holding the weight of both men. The Blackhawk threatened to force Collins off by centrifugal force as it spun out of control over a hole that now resembled a giant meteor strike.

Ryan was also being forced away from the pedals due to the force of the rotation. The specialist, who saw what was happening, and against the forces being applied, fought his foot to the left pedal and jammed it down, helping Ryan slow the spin. The control panel started flashing several warnings. The engine-fire light went on and Ryan was at a loss as to what to do.

"Sit it down, sit it down, you crazy bastard!" the specialist screamed out.

"You waited long enough to say something besides 'Yes, sir'!" Ryan screamed back. "And now you're giving orders!"

In the back, Everett and Sarah had finally managed to drag Jack up and over the wheel, and then he jumped into the back compartment of the helicopter and collapsed on the deck. As Everett was pulled sharply backward by Sarah, and they both tumbled into the cabin on top of Jack. They all watched breathlessly out the door at the slowly spinning world outside. Jack saw the giant depression in the ground stretching at least half a mile in a circular pattern and knew the beasts couldn't have lived through that. He nodded, satisfied, and collapsed, not caring that the added weight of Sarah and Everett were crushing him.

"In case you didn't know it, Mr. Everett, that arm of yours is broken," Jack said as he saw the twisted limb resting beside his own face.

Collins was breathing hard and grabbing his left side. He rolled over as the Blackhawk finally straightened out and they were descending at a normal rate despite the alarms sounding from up front and Ryan yelling about what a great flier he was.

"Just wait until you see the shit details I'm going to give you three when we get back," Collins said as he reached out and squeezed Sarah's hand.

"We were only passengers, Jack," Everett replied. "I was trying to jump out of this thing when I hooked you. That fucking Ryan can't fly worth a damn."

Gus was still sitting on the hard rock beside the still form of his friend; he hadn't allowed anyone to help him or remove Matchstick's body. Julie was standing and holding Billy as he cried. Ryan was there with one arm on Julie and the other arm supporting the still-shaken Collins. Sarah was on his other side, staring at the fallen alien.

Collins watched the old man holding the small being's hand. Mahjtic was still lying facedown in the rocky soil where he had landed after his forty-foot plunge from the cliff behind them forty-five minutes before; he hadn't fallen all the way thanks to another of the many rock ledges that lined the mountainside.

"He was as brave as any soldier I've ever served with, Gus," Jack said, looking down. "He saved my life."

Gus just nodded his head and continued holding the small hand.

"Sonsabeeeeech."

Gus heard it and slowly looked up at the others. Jack was looking astounded, and Sarah had her mouth frozen momentarily open and Ryan mumbled, "Holy shit."

"Matchstick?" Gus said as he squeezed the small hand.

"Gussss, I hurting badly" said the cottony voice.

Jack looked around quickly; besides themselves, there were Billy and Julie, but they hadn't heard yet.

"Gus, listen to me," Jack said in a deadly serious voice.

The old man was smiling with tears in his eyes when he looked up; then he saw the serious look on the major's face and the smile faltered.

"They'll come for him, Gus. They'll want Matchstick, dead or alive." Jack winced as he stepped closer, dragging Sarah and Ryan with him. "He's dead , do you understand? He didn't make it and the body cannot be recovered," Jack said, holding the old man's eyes. "Damn it, Gus, do you understand me?"

Gus swallowed and nodded his head, looking around.

"Only my people can know about Matchstick being alive. We'll debrief him and help you keep Matchstick hidden, but, Gus, right now you have to get up and get the hell out of here or people will come for him and there'll be nothing we can do to stop them. He was a part of an attack on this country, they'll want to know what he knows. I think our people can get that information without keeping him locked away. I want you and Julie and Billy to get him the hell out of here."

Gus nodded and mouthed the word Thanks.

"Ooooh, Gusssss hurt Mahjtic's hand"

"Oh." Gus eased up on squeezing the small hand. Then he looked at Jack again and lost the words he wanted to say in the emotion of the moment.

"Go now!" Jack hissed.

An hour later at the crash site, Jack and Sarah were watching the bodies of all the Event staff and soldiers being removed with reverent slowness when Carl walked up to them.

"How are you doing, Mr. Everett?" Collins asked.

Everett lowered his head and adjusted the sling on his broken arm, then he looked up into the eyes of the major and at Sarah, who couldn't stand the haunted look in his eyes, so she looked away and once again fought her tears.

"Look, we can stand here and cry about Lisa until the sun comes up, but I really don't think she would like that too much," Everett said. Instead he pulled out a note one of the security men had just given him. "We don't have a lot of time, Jack. I just heard that the president is going to officially turn the remains of Matchstick over to the CIA. Compton and Lee, well, they're throwing a fit about it, but it looks like they're going to get outmuscled."

"The hell you say," Collins said, standing a little straighter, gasping a little in pain, but angry enough to shrug Ryan's arm away.

Everett smiled slightly, all he could muster after officially finding out about Lisa. "The senator said you would know how to handle it."

Eaten?" the field officer from CIA asked, hands on hips.

Collins watched the agent. Sweat was freely rolling down the man's face as he stared incredulously at the major and Ryan. Collins took a step forward menacingly.

"That's right. Tell your director he has the sincere apology of the ground commander, but as I said, the extraterrestrial was eaten by the mother creature."

The man removed his sunglasses and looked the two men over in the fading sunlight of a day most here would never forget. "Where's the old man... this Gus Tilly?"

"Went home," Collins answered, taking another step toward the CIA messenger boy with the sweat stains covering most of his white shirt.

The field officer took a step back and looked the haggard soldier in the eyes, then as quickly looked away. "Then may we speak to him there? You know, to debrief?"

"No, no debrief. The president of the United States said, I quote, 'Anything Mr. Tilly wants, he can have,' end quote. Mr. Tilly wants to be left alone." Jack came within an inch of the other man's nose. "And he will be left alone. He's under the protection of our department, and if there is any debriefing to be done, we'll do it."

The intelligence man stepped back and stumbled on a rock, caught himself, then straightened. He looked around at the remaining 31 soldiers, Event staff, and state troopers of the 152 who had fought the battle under-and aboveground. They were ail watching him. Some were badly wounded, lying on stretchers, and the doctors treating them were also watching. Others were standing dirty-faced and injured to one degree or another. The surviving state troopers didn't know anything about Matchstick but were downright angry about everything else and looking to kick the hell out of him or anyone giving the soldiers a hard time. Though the different groups were all in disarray, the one thing they were all doing was staring at him , he noticed. To the men who'd survived, all involved in the battle were now a part of themselves, comrades, many fallen, few alive, and all deserving of each other's protection.