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Part 17 of Prompt Fics
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2016-04-25
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2016-04-25
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Mourn Me

Summary:

How we mourn a loved one can be very different for each person. And sometimes, that mourning can continue for years after the loss.

Notes:

Part of a Tumblr prompt - Mourn me - Lucille Tracy and Colonel Casey.

For this I am going with an idea that Scribbles alluded to in one of her rp posts that Lucy died only a few years ago and that IR was establishing itself. In her mind, Lucy is as talented an engineer as Jeff, Brains or Virgil

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Space Operations licenses weren’t given out often. There was usually only 100 or so a year – and that included the renewals. And because she had a personal interest in those who went into space, Colonel Val Casey always undertook personally the liaison with the World Space Agency for signing off on them.

Then again, the Head of the WSO had the same vested interest, and knew why Casey took a personal interest, so was very happy to have her involved.

He knew that this brand new one would be especially meaningful for her. It had been for him as well. He slid over the licence to be signed and watched her face break from its usual stoic look. It softened and a broad smile grew as her finger reached out and gently touched the name of Alan Tracy.

As she picked up the pen and signed, he ignored the tears that filled her eyes, because he knew the reason for that as well.

“Would you like to deliver this one personally,” he asked.

She nodded. “Yes. Yes I would. Has John Tracy been informed?”

“Nope. Thought you’d like to do that as well.”

“Thank you. I would.” She sighed. “He’s not a little boy any more.”

“He is. He’s just younger than most to have this. I had to make a special allowance, but considering who trained him, and why it’s going to be used, I didn’t have a problem. Anyway – that’s the last of them.”

Casey stood. “Thank you. See you again in three months for the next batch?”

“Yup. How about I come visit you next time.”

“If you like. I can promise London will probably be wet and dreary. Not like here.”

“Ahh – but it lets me take my wife to London and Paris for a few days leave. And that puts me in her good books.”

“You’re a very wise man,” Casey said grinning. “Let me know if you want any clout in getting reservations for anything. I have channels I can go through.” She shook his hand again and left the office, managing to reach her car before letting the tears fall.

“Oh god, Lucy…. Your baby is not a baby any more,” she whispered. On an impulse, she checked out of her hotel and drove to the airfield at Cape and took off in her jet.