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Based on the Twilight Zone episode "And When the Sky Was Opened".
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Open Sky
By Pretzelgirl
"Coyote base, this is Roadrunner. We have a situation here."
"Roadrunner? Please confirm. We do not have you on radar. Repeat: you do NOT show
on radar."
"Coyote Base, I can assure you we're really here -- but not for long. I've lost
avionics. We'll require assistance in coming down."
"Roadrunner, you have disappeared from radar. We cannot assist with no means to
track you."
"Coyote Base, you'll have to do something. We're coming down fast. And... and...
dammit, I've got a monster headache from all this light! Request a medical team
at landing site."
"Stand-by, Roadrunner. I think we have you on radar now. Say again your
situation?"
"Coyote Base, we're coming down fast with zero instrumentation. And something up
here zapped us. Gave me a goddamn migraine!"
"Copy that Roadrunner. We are tracking your descent through angels seven.
Maintain your approach. Can you ID what hit you?"
"Negative, Coyote Base. Though I suspect we may have just learned Santa Claus
exists."
"Say again, Roadrunner?"
"I cannot confirm, Coyote Base. But whatever hit us is from no nation on Earth!"
***
LANCASTER, Ca. (AP) -- Civilian and military search teams were alike relieved to
find all three crewmembers alive and unscathed after the crash landing of an
experimental aircraft in the Mojave Desert early yesterday morning.
Air Force and Park Service rescuers discovered the three men whose experimental
jet disappeared from radar and subsequently crashed during high-altitude testing.
The men are Colonel Ed Harrington, Lt. Colonel Carl Forbes and Major William
Gart.
Officials from Vandenberg Air Force Base say all three are in good condition and
are being hospitalized for minor cuts and abrasions only. They are expected to be
released sometime Tuesday.
Air Force officials will not comment on whether or not the experimental plane was
salvaged, though Park Service authorities have said all crash debris was removed
from the scene.
Colonel Patricia Flannery of the Air Force Cheyenne Mountain Operations Center
confirmed the X-39J interceptor was both out of communication and invisible to
radar for more than an hour prior to yesterday's crash landing.
An investigation into the crash is underway, though Pentagon officials refuse to
speculate on either the cause of the crash or the radar malfunction preceding it.
Authorities also will not release any information on what type of testing the
long-range plane had been involved in.
Throughout it's history, the X-39J has been shrouded in secrecy. Unconfirmed Air
Force reports suggest the $46 million experimental plane is capable of flight
beyond the Earth's atmosphere. Preliminary engineering on the plane was performed
at Dryden Flight Research Center, a known NASA research and development facility,
furthering questions about the plane's possible role as a military spacecraft.
***
"Forbes!" exclaimed the man in the bed. "Damn fine of you to actually pay me a
visit. I don't suppose you could pull rank a bit and get them to release me? I'm
perfectly fine as you can see. Dunno why they let you go but kept me here!"
The tall officer standing at the foot of the hospital bed was solemnly ashen-
faced as he began to speak.
"Will, I need you to be straight with me," he began with an uncharacteristic
quiver in his voice. "Do you remember Ed?"
In his hospital bed, Major William Gart remained still.
"Ed who?"
"Dammit, Will don't play games with me!" roared Forbes. "I'm THIS close to losing
my sanity and if this is some goddamn prank I swear I'll physically injure the
both of you!"
"Whoa, Forbes!" began Will. "Easy there. No jokes, no kidding. Just tell me who
you're talking about and I'll be straight with you."
"I'm talking about Ed," Forbes said shakily. "Ed Harrington. Our commanding
officer, Ed Harrington. The third man on the X-39J. No one in the world remembers
him... no one but me, and if you don't tell the truth I'll hurt you Will!"
Will straightened up in bed, looking the older man straight in the eyes.
"I swear to you, sir, I don't know anyone by the name of Ed Harrington," he said.
"Are you sure you're not still hurt from the crash?"
Forbes grew wild-eyed and held his breath for a tense moment, before sitting down
calmly on the side of the bed.
"Will, I'm going to level with you," He began slowly. "I'll tell you every damned
thing I remember, and you tell me if I sound crazy."
Will nodded dumbly.
"There were three of us. Remember that -- it's the whole key. There were three of
us... pilot, co-pilot, and rio. You, me, and Ed Harrington. We got the X-39J into
sub-orbit and there was a flash of light."
"I remember the flash of light," Will said. "Atmospheric phenomena right?"
Forbes shook his head. "I don't think so anymore, Will. Something happened then.
Something weird that caused us to disappear from radar. Something that made us
crash. Something that's still affecting us even now. Something that'd stop at
nothing to hide it's existence. In sub-orbit we ran into something from beyond
Earth with the power to erase a man's life!"
Colonel Forbes stood up, visibly shaken again. The man paused to rub the sides of
his red-rimmed eyes before taking a deep breath and continuing his story.
"You were banged up the worst Will, though none of us got more than a few cuts
and scrapes. Ed and I were released almost immediately while they kept you here
for observation.
"So Ed and I head out to celebrate. We make for an upscale bar. Now don't be
thinking I was drunk or anything, Will. Neither of us had done more than inhale
the fumes off our drinks before Ed gets a weird feeling.
"He turns to me and says, 'Forbes do you remember your parents?'
"I figure it sounds crazy, but hell... after a guy's been through what we have,
there ARE no crazy questions.
"'Sure,' I says. 'I remember my parents. Why?'
"Ed tells me he's not sure he remembers his anymore. So he gets up and says he's
going to phone them. But I notice the way he's walking -- it's not natural. He's
swishing in a funny way, sort of wiggling while he walks.
"Well, he's gone for maybe a minute. I sit there feeling a little uncomfortable.
But Will... the worst is when he comes back. He's all shaken up, like he's seen a
ghost. And he's wearing fucking make-up all over his face!
"He's got goddamn blush, lipstick, eyeshadow -- all that crap. It's not clownish
looking amateur make-up either. It's professional looking, like what a woman
wears. Or maybe a faggot drag queen. That's how he looks.
"I frown and start to say something, but before I can begin he starts blubbering.
"'My parents don't know me!' he says. 'They say I never existed. They say they
don't have any son named Ed. Forbes, you hear what I'm saying to you? They're
dead serious... and... and I think they're right!'
"Christ, Will... the poor devil starts bawling his eyes out at me. Mascara
dripping in runny chunks down his cheeks. It's sickening. I'm paralyzed, you
know? I'm just frozen. Don't know what in the hell to do. And goddamn Will, I've
had training for every possible situation. And I didn't know what the hell to do!
"So I just sit there staring dumbfounded at him. His face gets blurry for a
moment, then seems softer. I know he's changing right before my eyes now, but I'm
too damned stunned to do anything, to say anything. Ed's hair is shaggier, more
reddish, it hangs down a bit from his ears. He stands up, a little uncertainly,
like he's drunk. That's when I notice he's wearing heels. It was... it was so
wrong! He's there in his class A's -- nice, spit-n-polished uniform... but he's
got on black high-heels, make-up, and his hair is WAY past regulation.
"I should've helped him, Will. But I just didn't know what to do. When he stood
up and looked at me with those wide, tear-rimmed eyes I got scared. Can you
imagine -- ME scared? I couldn't fucking believe it myself. But I got scared and
backed away from him, from my friend, my commander, a member of my team! I backed
away from him. But no one else in the bar is noticing this. That's the eerie
thing. He's a freakish man-woman, a disgrace to the uniform... yet nobody else
bats an eye, like I'm the only one aware of it.
"Ed's choking back the tears now, not like he's ashamed or embarrassed. He just
can't talk and cry at the same time. His voice is squeaky but still deep and
gravel-like -- as though he's faking a woman's pitch. 'Help me,' he shrieks.
'Help me, Forbes! My parents don't remember me and I'm starting to forget my own
life now! Help me... tell me who I am!'
"I lost it at this point, Will. I raised my voice. No, strike that. I yelled.
Christ, I fucking ripped into him with a rage. 'What the hell is this?' I
screamed. 'You're Colonel Ed Harrington. Start acting like it! You're not this
sissy, fag, she-male thing. Snap out of it, Ed! You're US Air Force. Fucking
straighten up!'
"I never should've said that. He was my friend, my superior... and he fell apart
into tears, collapsing on the barroom floor. Nobody notices, still. But I didn't
want to risk making a scene. I stand there, rock solid for maybe 30 seconds. Then
I reach out a hand to him. He's a blubbering mess on the floor. His hair is
longer now and all wavy. I think he had pierced ears. I know he had jewelry:
rings and a bracelet on his hands. He reeked of cheap perfume, like some washed-
up cocktail waitress. I'm not sure if his fingernails were painted then or not.
By the time I'd helped him off the floor and into a booth, they were long, narrow
and deep red.
"'Tell me who I am?' he says again. He's pleading with me, scared like... like a
frightened fucking schoolgirl.
"I draw a deep breath to steady myself.
"'You're Ed Harrington,' I say, staring intently at the bar napkin on the table.
I couldn't look him in the face.
"'I-I don't remember that,' he answered shakily. 'I think my name is Erica.'
"My fingers tightened into a white fist, but I held myself steady and kept my
gaze fixed on the table.
"'You're a colonel in the USAF,' I say.
"'I'm a cashier at the A&P,' he says.
"'You were awarded the meritorious service medal with three oak leaf clusters,' I
tell him.
"'I'm 36 years old, divorced, and have three kids,' he replies.
"He's surer of himself. He's starting to believe he's this woman with a fucked-up
life. That's when I look up at him. Christ, Will -- he's a she! His face is still
there, but he's got frizzy red hair all over the place, he's wearing a flaming
red blouse, and he's got these huge tits flopping all over kingdom come, 'cuz
he's clearly got no bra on! God, aside from Ed's face, he's totally become a
middle-aged, washed-up, white-trash whore! I just stare at him... her. Just stare
for a minute. Then she speaks, the reek of cheap alcohol fumes wafting from her
mouth as she talks to me.
"'Sorry,' she slurs with Ed's mouth, though clearly there's no Ed inside anymore.
'I don't go home with strange men.'
"And she wipes her tears, staggers to her feet, and clumsily walks out of the bar
into the night. That was the last I saw of her. That was the last I saw of
Colonel Ed Harrington."
Forbes took a deep breath and ran a weary hand across his forehead. The room was
dead silent for a painful half-minute. Finally Gart, leaning forward in the
hospital bed, gently spoke:
"Sir," he began with a respectful whisper, "I don't know any Colonel Ed
Harrington. And you and I both know men don't spontaneously change into women.
Now, we been through some stressful shit these past few days... you got my word,
I won't say anything about this if you don't. Maybe you oughta go home and rest
sir. Forget about that nightmare, 'cuz that's all it was."
Forbes stared at the floor momentarily before replying with a strangely soft
voice: "I... I can't leave my post right now. I'm still on duty."
"Sir?" asked a frowning Major Gart, squinting at his superior officer. The man at
the foot of the bed seemed softer, shorter, and rounder.
"I said I'm on-duty," answered Forbes mouth in a feminine voice that never
belonged to the man. "I've got to make my rounds on this floor."
Gart bolted up ramrod straight in bed and gawked silently at Forbes. The man's
duty uniform had become starched-white in color and began to stretch out around
his chest and hips. A tightly-bound bun of blonde hair sprouted from the military
man's skull. While Gart had been watching Forbes' face mold into that of an
attractive but stern-faced young woman, the man's military uniform melted into
the clean, crisp white dress, nylons, and sensible shoes of a regulation nurse.
Somehow in his panic-stricken fear, Major Gart finally found words.
"Forbes!" he cried. "It... it's happened to you. Like that guy you talked about.
Y-y-you're a... a... you're a nurse!"
The woman that had been Forbes cocked her head at the hysterical patient. A
worried frown crossed her face.
"I'm getting the doctor for you," she said with quiet urgency. "Wait right here
and stay calm, Major."
With agonizing shock, Gart caught himself leering at the nurse's round, ample
rear as she hurried out of the room. He stared at the empty door for a minute,
then jerked his head away and covered his eyes with the palms of his hands.
"That can't be Carl Forbes," he muttered to himself, rocking back and forth in
bed. "That can't be Carl Forbes... thatcantbecarlforbes...
thatcantbecarlforbes... thatcantbecarlforbes..."
***
The doctor followed nurse Forbes into the room and smiled gently at his patient.
"Well now," he began. "The nurse tells me you're a bit upset about something.
Want to talk to me about it? Everything's going to be all right now you know."
Huddled in the hospital bed with covers pulled up tightly around her, the little
girl answered with a quivering voice, "I want my mommy."
"I know," replied the doctor, sitting down on the side of the bed. "She'll be
here in a few hours. You had a nasty scare, but everything's going to be all
right now. You can go home to your mommy, and your sister, and all your stuffed
animals later this afternoon."
***
Once upon a time, there was a man named Harrington, a man named Forbes, a man
named Gart. They used to exist, but don't any longer. Someone -- or something --
they encountered changed them forever, reshaping body and spirit to protect it's
own secrets. The men they were are no longer part of the mind or memories of any
human being. And as to the X-39J supposed to be housed in a secret Air Force
hangar, this too does not exist.
And if you have any questions concerning an aircraft and three men who flew her,
speak softly of them... and only in the Twilight Zone.
-The End-
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