Title: Dangerous

Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue.

Warning: Kinda AU; SLASH

You had always been attracted to the more dangerous things in life. Hell, that was why you were at Top Gun in the first place. But the second you laid eyes on the man with the call sign "Maverick" you knew that you would fall, and fall hard.

As you got to know him, you knew that he lived up to the name: totally independent from anything, everything, anyone, everyone... except Goose, Goose was the only one he would listen to.

But then you overheard the chopper pilot. "He wouldn't let go," he whispered, "I think that a part of him went with Goose, and I doubt that we'll ever get it back," he shook his head sadly. "He wouldn't let go." And you can't help but notice how everyone seems to avoid the words "die" or "dead" when talking about the R.I.O. and your heart wept for him.

-z-

You had always been attracted to the more dangerous things in life. And when you saw Maverick packing his bags, you apologized, said you were sorry.

You were ready to let him go then, despite the fact that you just wanted to go over and hold him, or punch him - you're not sure - but just do something so that he would be driven to fight. Because that's when he's most beautiful, when he's fighting and chomping at the bit. But then he showed up at graduation and a part of you knew that everything would be all right again.

-z-

You had always been attracted to the more dangerous things in life. Hell, that was why you were at Top Gun in the first place.

But the second you laid eyes on the man called Maverick, you knew that you would fall, fall harder than ever, and you did. You fell for the most dangerous thing around.

And you find that you don't really have a problem with that, and neither does Maverick.

END.