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EVERYTHING WAS GOING GREAT.

Today was one of those scheduled for the under-water ejection training again, and it was their first day of being able to wear their flight-suits.

She'd gone through it twice since they'd begun, once with a terrified Glen, and the other time with Greg to make sure he was doing alright. Jay, being used to most of this already, was a champ and handling all of it really well. Even Lewis was doing great, brave enough to go alone. Monica was a bit scared at first, but it seemed her survival instincts were fight, making it easy without any hindrances.

The last one to go was Miles.

The previous time, he wasn't even able to go on because he was busy with another project. So, technically, today was his first day of this training technique. It was something to be nervous about, but he didn't seem to have any jitters, shoulders rolled back perfectly and no complaints escaping him.

She had to admit, she herself was very, very, anxious the first time.

Taylor was impressed.

His confidence didn't help with the somewhat annoying chills or butterflies down her spine or stomach, respectively.

His 'Goose-stache', as her father had coined it, was coming in strong, and he'd even dyed his hair. And Taylor could not deny the fact that he looked really good. Like, able-to-give-a-man-or-woman-butterflies good.

Those kind of butterflies. 

She really needed to stop with that.

Her face was starting to light up around him, her mood seemed brighter with him, her usually light baby pink cheeks would warm up to a red hot maroon when he'd even look at her, or meet her eyes, let alone talk to her.

Taylor really needed a drink. And a cold shower.

"Okay," Pops looks down at the stopwatch in his palm, before looking towards Miles, who was ready and strapped into the machine, holding the belts around his shoulders down to the side of his hips.

"Ready, Miles?" He lets out an anxious puff of air, before breathing in more, throwing up a quick thumbs up and a smile that grows brighter when everyone cheers him on.

He'd wanted to go in without any help, requesting Pops to have no scuba divers around the machine he was strapped to. Her and the CO had been hesitant, but then Miles had brought up how he'd already done training for his previous projects, so he wanted to try this gig all alone.

That gave the two superiors somewhat more confidence to let him go alone, tense in their positions not too far away from the deep pool.

The machine rotates mechanically, and he was submerged under.

Taylor's hands fold by her chest as she waits for him to pop out from the machine, and give them that big, pearly white smile.

Three seconds.

Her right foot taps the floor constantly, fingers finding her somewhat moisturized lips, picking at them.

Six seconds.

Her back straightens, knees locked in as her breathing gets a bit sharper at not seeing a thumbs up yet.

Nine, ten seconds.

All they had to do was unlatch a few straps and swim to the surface of the water.

Even twelve seconds were beginning to feel like too long.

Her hands unfold, now instead picking at her skin by the beds of her nails, unconsciously raising her thumb to her mouth to finally tear off some off that skin.

Fifteen seconds.

Too much.

Too long.

She shakes her head slightly, waiting just two more seconds.

Something was wrong.

She doesn't know or even register the very moment she was kicking off her boots, not caring where they landed, as she began to rush to the pool, others following in suit.

A deep breath goes in, and Taylor was diving in the deep pool, right beside the machine Miles was strapped too. The chlorine in the water stung at her eyes, her ears were making her feel uncomfortable, but none of that mattered.

Through her burning eyes, she sees Miles struggle with the final straps, pushing herself to him as she forces her hands through the narrow openings of the machine, blindly searching for the latch.

A few more seconds pass by as she continues to hurriedly search for the latch, her other hand finding Miles' shoulder, as she places a hand there to try and comfort him, who was also frantically finding a way to get the latch open.

Her hand brushes against his when she finally finds it, taking the chance to push upwards a part of it that prevented it from opening.

She pushes it upwards once more, and the latch opens, letting Miles frenetically push the straps off him.

When they're off, Taylor is grabbing him by both his shoulders from behind, pulling the both of them to the surface of the water.

They both wave their arms downwards to push themselves to the top, legs folding and unfolding for more support as they reach the surface.

The water goes over their heads and brings a stinging feeling to her eyes when she's finally pulled the both of them to the top. Everyone's voices before muffled were clearer than ever through a bit whirls of water heard, some gasping in relief.

They help Miles out first, just as Lewis is giving her a hand to pull her out of the pool. She smiles thankfully, groaning at the pain in her shoulders as she takes his hand.

Taylor takes a moment to just lay down on the raised platform before the water began, taking deep breaths in and out as she tries to calm herself down.

Her eyes are on Miles' heaving figure, just as Pops is wrapping a towel around his shoulders, wiping at his hair with the corner of it.

God, that could've gone wrong so fast if she hadn't jumped in.

One thing was certain, she was never going to let Miles go in on these things alone ever again.

After what felt like her heart had stopped pumping too fast, she finally meets Miles' eyes when she's sitting up with her knees pulled to her chest, just as Monica and Jay rub her tower-covered shoulders in an attempt to keep her warm.

Her heart skips a beat.

He's off the ground in seconds, and she follows after him, standing up on her feet just as he's pulling her into a hug. His arms are over her back, forehead resting on her shoulder. She wraps a cautious arm around his back too, patting his back twics.

"Thank you." His voice is rough when it reaches her ears, and it's enough to make her melt right and there like ice-cream on a day in mid-August. Yet, she controls her urges, nodding against his shoulder, before they both pull away.

His eyes were red, probably due to the chlorine and stress, face marooned up with panic-risen flush.

Taylor slaps his shoulder, gently, with a pointed look, wrapping the towel around her shoulders tighter as she steps back a bit, lips crinkled at the corner, as she tells him, "Don't thank me, Miles."

She takes a second to see the relief spread over