Airwolf Rule The World

Chapter One



Hawke arrived at Kristien’s Californian ranch and walked over her runway to the huge seven forty seven. The nose of the airplane was hydraulically lifted open ready for the start of its cargo. Airwolf was slowly being winched inside. Dominic stood with the engineers telling them all about his baby and how she could fly faster than the two escort jets armed to the teeth, that were also on the apron.



Further down the airplane the huge side door was allowing the horses to be loaded up where they could be securely stalled for their flight over. Kristien was taking twenty of her US based mares and young stock back to her main stud in England. Something she often did, bringing over the different blood lines that she had exclusively bred.



Carsten stood next to Kristien watching her Air Grooms work, safely installing the precious cargo. He watched Hawke’s arrival, he was carrying a couple of small boxes. Kristien was too busy sorting everything out than to notice anyone’s arrival although she could feel Hawke, he was less troubled than he was the night before.



Hawke quietly walked over to Dominic who was busy saying a farewell to his baby. Hawke stood inside the seven forty seven and watched the hydraulics start to close the nose down on to the plane.



“You know String, this ain’t right you know for the Lady to have a piggy back.” Dominic looked at the helicopter sadly being fixed to the floor of the 747.



“It’s only for this time, Dom.” Hawke reassured Dominic. “She’ll be good as new in a couple of weeks, back to zooming and blowing stuff up.” Hawke patted Dominic on his shoulder. “Just you see.”



Dominic looked up at Hawke. “You run your errand then?” Dominic tried to peer at what Hawke had in the boxes. “You know you could have done telephone ordering and had it delivered.”



“It wasn’t that kind of errand.” Hawke replied with a sad despondent tone in his voice.



“Oh?” Dominic’s curiosity got the better of him. “Well what kind of errand that was so important that you left Kristien? You know Carsten is pissed off with you.” Dominic paused and waited for an answer. There was none. “Archangel called whilst you were running your errand.” Dominic told him.



“What did he want?” Hawke asked reluctantly not really wanting to know the answer. Their last mission was no picnic. Hawke’s painful arm muscles and joints were still aching from keeping Airwolf from crashing after all of her systems malfunctioned.



“Oh he wouldn’t talk to me, your glorified answering machine.” Dominic said sarcastically.



“Dom, you know you are much better than an answering service?” Hawke smiled at Dominic.



“Huh! Yeah right.” Dominic looked at his watch. “Mamma Mia, I am late for Caitlin.” Dominic gave an affectionate hug to Hawke. “You look after her you hear.”



“Dom I always look after your baby.” Hawke patted Airwolf’s nose just for Dominic’s benefit.



Dominic started to go down the steps and turned round. “That’s goes without saying, but I actually meant someone else.” Dominic pointed over to Kristien. “She looks a little skinny, String.”



“Yeah, I know.” Hawke agreed looking at Kristien, her once beautiful curvy body had now reduced to being quite thin since the brutal beating she was subjected to. It was a good job she wasn’t galloping the racehorses at the moment as Hawke was sure that she would not be able to hold them.



Hawke walked into the seven forty seven, it was very luxurious. Hawke made his way up to Kristien’s private quarters, the main lounge was right next to the cockpit which was open and the pilots were already half way through their pre-flight. Hawke settled into one of the huge leather chairs. He was going over what Megan had seen and felt about him and Kristien. He felt that it was his fault that somehow a barrier had come between them. He had married her even though she panicked and would have run, if he had let her. How they had conceived their baby. Was it at that point when Sayid came and annulled their vows, that started the downward spiral that Hawke felt that their relationship was on. He tried hard to pin point it but he came back to the sad fact that he had stupidly got drunk and accused her of sleeping with Sayid as part of a sick contract Sayid had invented to give her back her freedom in return for one night with him.



Hawke remembered when Kristien disappeared to meet the Minotaur to set up a huge nuclear arms deal that went wrong. Archangel had called him in on it far too late, Kristien had been taken to Dubawi, brutally raped and beaten by her brother. Hawke’s mind flashed back to the brutal images of Kristien being raped, he was holding her during this time whilst keeping her mind safe. Bryon looked directly at him. “Hold her down.”



Hawke awoke with a start. It took him several seconds to realise what was going on around him.



“You were miles away.” Kristien told him. “We’re about to take off.”



“Kristie are you ok?” Hawke asked her, concerned about what he had been dreaming about again.



Kristien sat down in the leather chair opposite and folded her legs up and placed the lap belt across. She brought over the laptop from the arm of the chair and started to type. “Hmmm.” She nodded absently.



Hawke wasn’t convinced but he allowed her the quietness of her thoughts for the time being. He would tackle her later.



The 747 was already high above the Atlantic on its flight back to England. The two escort jets had already refuelled once. Hawke had eaten a meal and Kristien had just picked at hers, still not happy to dig in and enjoy a full meal. Hawke wasn’t too worried about Kristien not eating, it was only 9 weeks since she had endured hell and back. The doctor had warned Hawke during the operation after she had found Kristien to be 14 weeks pregnant that it would take a considerable time longer for her to heal and had offered a termination. Hawke remembered those words as if they were carved deep into stone. He had never mentioned to Kristien that the termination was offered, although Kristien being a Doctor herself would probably have known this. Never once did she complain about being tired since the operation to stitch her back together and save her life and that of her unborn baby.



Hawke watched Kristien wander back from the rear cargo hold of the plane after she had visited her horses during the flight. Kristien always had a hands on approach to all of her horses. He watched her and could see she was very tired, perhaps they should have an early night and maybe join the ranks of the mile high club. Hawke was laid out comfortably on the large sofa with all the scatter cushions, he had got some champagne on ice and there were strawberries and two boxes. Kristien raised an eyebrow at what Hawke had set up.



He opened his arms and Kristien accepted the invitation and she laid down next to him. He placed his arms around her and brushed his lips over hers. Finally they were alone. Their kiss was very tender and Kristien looked into Hawke’s eyes. He tried to look into hers, to look at her soul but she then avoided his gaze and moved position, nestling her back into him. He moved over and freed his arms enough to pour out 2 glasses of champagne and he handed her one.



“You know I mustn’t.” Kristien reminded him about her baby bump and she sat up, happy to be avoiding his deep, penetrating stare.



“One glass is not going to hurt.” Hawke told her, wanting her to relax more.



“If I give birth to an alcoholic baby it will be your bad influence.” Kristien told him and she took the champagne glass from him and took a couple of strawberries. Kristien dipped a strawberry into the glass and then took a bite. The champagne tantalised her taste buds on her tongue, savouring the taste of the strawberry. She took a sip of the champagne and allowed it to drown her tongue. Hawke watched her intently. Good he thought, she is wanting the champagne. He watched her empty the glass and topped it up again.



“You said one glass.” Kristien reminded him.



“It is one glass, I never said how many times I would refill it.” Hawke smiled at her. “Besides we haven’t had our toast.”



“To us.” Hawke started and Kristien clinked the glasses together and drank her champagne down. “I wasn’t finished.” He told her and filled up her glass again. “And our baby, certainly a Gift of God.” Hawke told her and then he clinked the glasses together. Kristien looked at him and had a small frown on her forehead.



He watched her drink that glass down. He smiled at her. On an empty stomach this is where he wanted her, nice and relaxed. He resisted the urge to give her a fourth glass. He watched her nestle down again next to him. He stroked her hair gently.



“Have you started to think of any names?” Hawke asked her knowing she had already selected a name. She always did. She had named their other baby Bastian, not that he was ever christened it. How could a baby that was ripped from her ever be christened?



“Hmm I am not telling.” She whispered with her eyes closed, and she gave a couple of giggles.



Hawke smiled down at her, good she was relaxed. “You are not drunk already are you?” Hawke giggled with her.



“No not had enough to get drunk.” Kristien told him and giggled again.



“I can give you some more?” Hawke kissed the top of her head. “You know we haven’t had a chance to talk.”



“About what?” Kristien felt a little light headed after drinking 3 glasses of vintage champagne on a nearly empty stomach.



“I need to apologise to you.” Hawke told her and he handed her the first of the boxes.



Kristien opened one eye and looked at the box on the sofa in front of her. “Apologise? For what?” She asked quite seriously and then giggled again. “I know for knocking me up out of wed lock again.”



“Well we conceived the baby in wedlock remember.” Hawke reminded her.



Kristien giggled again. “Oh yeah, I remember sort of.” Kristien took another strawberry and placed it in her mouth and savoured it, although her memory had almost completely returned there were a couple of things she needed to recall and place them in her timeline. She pushed herself up and picked up the box and twisted herself round so she sat opposite Hawke. She placed the box on her lap and opened it. There was a beautiful gold necklace with a rearing horse. Its gold shone in Kristien’s face. “Thank you.” Kristien’s eyes beamed and she looked to the second box eagerly as she put on the gold necklace. “So what’s in the second box?” She peered over at it curiously.



“Ah well see here’s the deal, you tell me the name and I will give you our babys’ first gift.” Hawke explained the rules.



“So why do you have to apologise to me?” Kristien instantly changed the subject back to what they had started to discuss.



“I hurt you so badly that you shut down to me and then you ran.” Hawke wanted to get to the bottom of his vivid day dreams, he needed her help. He watched her bite her bottom lip and realised he had hit a nerve. He felt Kristien instantly tense up as she recalled the events leading up to her being handed over to her brother. “How do you do it? You know shut me out like that?” Hawke detoured slightly but remained firmly on subject. He needed to get to the bottom of his vivid day dreams.



Kristien looked at him, he was searching for answers from her. “I don’t know, I just see it and centre it I guess and then bury it deep down inside.” Kristien feebly attempted to avoid explaining what she did, if the truth be known she could easily turn it on and off, she was a reiki master amongst other things and could easily centre her power. She could feel Hawke searching for answers to very complex questions, some of them she was not ready for. Hawke saw her tremble and swore with his last statement about running, he could feel and see her fear return to her.



Hawke looked at her and picked up the second box and placed it on her lap hoping to divert her attention from his premature line of questioning. He could feel she was struggling as the images of the brutal beating flashed across his troubled mind also.



Kristien looked at the box and tears started to form in her eyes. “Tell me again your promise to me.” Kristien bit her bottom lip again.



Hawke could feel Kristien’s sadness. He moved over to her and held her in his arms, his chin resting on her head. “Shhhhhh, what’s this about?” Kristien, weakened by the champagne on an empty stomach, started to fight the urge to sob uncontrollably in his muscular arms. “Is this about Bastian?” Hawke could feel her thoughts. Since becoming pregnant with their second baby and finding out that there was a strong possibility that their first born was alive and well, both of them had stopped referring to their first born as a ‘baby’ and started to use the name that Kristien had chosen. Her arms held onto him tightly, he could feel the immense sadness from her.



“Zafar.” Kristien corrected him.



“What?” Hawke whispered to her.



“That’s what Byron has named him.” Kristien made a stifled sniff and stopped the tears before they had chance to fall. “It means Victory.”



“How do you know this?” Hawke tentatively asked her, unsure he really wanted to know the answer.



Kristien made another tiny sniff and moved her arms from Hawke’s warm body and she rubbed her eyes gently. “Bryon tried to use him to get to me, I don’t know what he expected me to do?” Kristien’s voice changed and became stronger. “What a sick bastard he is using an innocent child as a pawn.”



“You….met our child?” Hawke could barely speak his heart was jammed hard in his throat. “You spoke to him?” Hawke was stunned. He could not believe that Kristien would have left this detail out, especially from him. Hawke’s emotions were now being thrown about after being in turmoil. He had gone from guilt about Kristien and now was being ripped down the centre about having a child out in the world, not knowing who he was or who his parents are.



“I didn’t speak to him, that’s what Bryon wanted.” Kristien replied looking down at her hands and the scars on her wrists reminding her of what happened next. “Oh he is a beautiful child, String, he looks so much like you, it’s incredible. I just left him a mathematical formula to work out.” Kristien smiled to herself. “If he is ours, which I know he is, he will complete it and want to find me again.”



“Are you sure about that?” Hawke asked now realising why Kristien wanted to keep their brief meeting quiet, it preceded her brutal rape.



“Oh it will eat him if he doesn’t find me to see if he has got it right, no one else can work it out, that’s why.” Kristien smiled to herself secure in the knowledge that she had given over a test that could only be confirmed by her. “He’ll come.” She looked at her wrists again, the new pink scars that were left were a permanent reminder that she was chained to a wall and raped.. Hawke kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair. “I kicked Bryon for doing what he did, using a child.”



Hawke smiled. “Good.” Hawke wanted to help Kristien come to terms with what had happened to her and hopefully it would stop the graphic day dreams he was having. Hawke watched Kristien look at her scars on her wrists and he too started to see all of the wounds again. He shifted uncomfortably realising what he had done.



“Didn’t help though, got put in some restraints that cut me to ribbons.” Kristien rubbed her scars on her wrists, remembering the pain and the blood oozing out of the deep lacerations.



“Shhhhh.” Hawke whispered. “Not now, not like this.” He moved her head and brushed his lips over hers. They kissed more to console each other. Kristien had taken the first brave step towards telling Hawke about her brutal ordeal that she endured. The next time he would bring the subject up she would be able to tell him what happened, even though he knew, she needed to retell it to move on, to file it away deep into her memory and never bring it back up again. “Now do you want to open the box or not?” He smiled at her.



Kristien looked at him. “Your promise first.”



“Kristien, I promise you, you are going to have this baby.” Hawke repeated his promise to her again. Those words relaxing her.



“Metteo.” Kristien rubbed her small bump. “His name will be Metteo.” Hawke’s eyes filled with tears of joy over hearing such a beautiful name. He never questioned how she could find the name that would suit the baby. He knew she and the unborn baby were in communication, she had told him before about Bastian and how he would be a brilliant pilot, very aloof like Hawke but with Kristien’s abilities and temperament to match. “It means gift of God.” Kristien told him. Hawke’s last defence fell as he remembered Megan’s prediction. Tears of happiness fell from his cheeks onto Kristien.



Kristien opened the box and there was a baby size Airwolf flight suit. “Oh wow this is so cool.” She gasped, her eyes lit up. “But…”



Hawke looked at her. “But what?”



“Well Metteo, he….well…..won’t care about flying.” Kristien informed him looking at the detail of the tiny flight suit. It was so cute. “I mean he will fly, but he won’t have the passion for it.”



“Oh really? How can you be so sure?” Hawke asked her knowing she had predicted Bastian’s character when he was still in the womb.



“Oh Metteo, he is going to be creative and musical, gets that from both of us you know, and he is going to be articulate and stubborn.” Kristien informed him. “Really stubborn like you and he is going to break a lot of girls hearts.”



“What do you mean stubborn like me?” Hawke protested weakly to her.



Kristien tried to giggle but a small yawn crept out.



Hawke picked her up in his arms. “You little lady are going to bed.”



Hawke walked into the bedroom on the seven forty seven and the dim light around the sides gave a warm ambience. Hawke carried Kristien over to the king size bed, which had beautiful cream silk sheets, he laid her gently down on them. He brushed his lips over hers again, with so much love. Kristien looked into Hawke’s eyes and smiled, Hawke rolled onto his back. Kristien carefully undid Hawke’s shirt and she kissed his chest, then slowly and gently placing small tender kisses right up to his neck and behind his ear. Hawke felt so alive, his body tingling awaiting every tiny tender kiss from her soft moist lips. Kristien’s lips moved to his and they embraced deeply, his hands moving under her shirt, touching her silky smooth skin, caressing her body. He undid her bra and allowed his fingertips to explore her breasts, her nipples hard to his tentative touch. Kristien broke off the embrace and took off her shirt eagerly, her bra just fell from her shoulders, revealing her full breasts to him. Hawke leant up and took one of the nipples into his mouth, sucking gently and allowing his tongue to work over the hard nipple in his mouth whilst his hand gently kneaded the other. Kristien’s hands ran through his hair and arched her back, pushing her breasts firmly out wanting more from Hawke, breathing deeply.



The expectation from both of them was great.



Hawke pushed himself up, still continuing on Kristien’s breasts, alternating his touch from tickling her gently to firmly touching her. His other hand went to her trousers and undid the button. Kristien knelt up as Hawke’s hand explored inside her pants. His fingers stoking the folds of warm moist skin between her legs. Kristien parted her legs as Hawke slipped two fingers inside of her, his thumb rubbing her clitoris. Hawke moved his lips from her hard nipples and up to her neck, kissing her fondly, all the while just gently touching her, making her so wet and slippery. Hawke gently removed his fingers from her and freeing his other hand from her breast he slid her trousers and underpants down. Kristien wriggled and managed to get her last remains of her clothes free from her body.



Hawke leant up on the bed and took in Kristien’s naked body. He absorbed every inch of her young tender body. He put his hands in hers and gently pulled her towards him, his hands moving up and holding her elbows as her hands went to his buttons on his jeans. One by one each button opened finally allowing his hard erect penis out. Kristien sat astride Hawke and started to move back and forth over his penis, her folds of moist wet skin between her legs, rubbing over his hard manhood. As he watched her breasts jiggle about in front of him, he pulled her closer and gently embraced her and at the same time gently entered her. A small gasp came from Kristien as she broke off the kiss and went down to his neck and gently took a nibble there with her teeth, her other hand purposely caressing his back, making the hairs on the nape of his neck stand on end.



Hawke held onto Kristien and rolled on to her and steadily and slowly his gentle thrusts took control and her hips fell in time with him. Several times over the next hour he got her to orgasm and each time he got delight from her, but held back himself ignoring the fire in the pit of his stomach aching to dump its load into her.



The seven forty seven started its decent from thirty five thousand feet and Hawke took that cue as time to finally allow himself the pleasure of his climax. As his thrusting continued, he kissed her deeply and Kristien brought her legs up and pinned Hawke’s legs under hers, holding him firmly. Together, both breathless, both drenched in sweat, their heartbeats together, each breath they took was together, Hawke finally released his life force into her. Both of them trembling, their bodies floating on a cloud. Hawke looked into her eyes and saw complete happiness and he smiled at her. He made sure his weight was off her, so he too could continue to enjoy the long awaited passionate moment of both of them orgasming together.



Tonight was about Kristien having so many orgasms, allowing her craving for Hawke to be satisfied. Hawke always enjoyed moments like this. They were tiring but worth it. He slipped gently to the side of her and she turned to him and laid with her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Hawke got immense satisfaction from pleasuring her like this. He was a great lover.



Hawke calculated they were now at twenty five thousand feet and soon they would be making preparations to land, not that he and Kristien would be needed. They could continue to hold each other and shower when they felt like it after they landed.



Both tired they gently slipped away into a welcome sleep after their exertions high above the Atlantic.



As Hawke entered his dream state he couldn’t help knowing that this was the last time they would be making love for a very long time.