Title. Sensation
Summary. They're going home, finally, but being rescued is harder to adjust to than she had expected; somehow it doesn't feel at all like what she had thought she needed.
Spoilers. Undecided. There may be none, or there may be a bunch; anything from the series may be used.
Rating. K, for now, but it may—I'm not really sure—go up. The rating will be updated whenever needed.
A/N. I've had this idea stuck in my head for the longest time, and it's only now decided that it wants to come out. I am not entirely sure how to explain it, or even exactly where I'm going with it, so I suppose I'll just have to let you guys read it for yourselves. This takes place after the castaways have been rescued, though there may be the odd memory or two of the island.
Disclaimer. I do not own Flight 29 Down or its characters, nor do I own any of the songs recommended. I am not profiting from either in any way.
Song. Rescued, by Jack's Mannequin.
Chapter One: Hear.
The car travels noiselessly over the highway, its windows rolled up to block out the crunch of tires over tarmac. Although she knows it is a lost cause, Taylor strains to catch any of the sounds that the world outside the vehicle makes, but the only thing she hears is her father's voice. The song on the radio drones quietly in the background, volume turned down so low that she cannot pick out the words; she had given up on it hours ago, now choosing to ignore it.
Her father talks animatedly as he drives, his suit matching his sunglasses almost flawlessly, with one of his hands on the steering wheel. She wishes, for a moment, that he would stop using the other to gesture, that he would concentrate on the road, but she shakes the thought away when he glances at her expectantly. "Won't that be great, sweetheart?" he asks, but she has no idea what this supposedly wonderful event could be.
Hesitating, she summons up a smile to satisfy him. It seems to work, and Taylor has to pinch herself to keep from telling him to stop talking when he decides to continue. She isn't in the mood to listen to anyone, let alone someone so marvelously happy to see their exceptionally dirty, presumably traumatized, headache-plagued, first, last, and only daughter.
Taylor exhales through her teeth, considering with appreciation the sound of her breath as it passes over her lips. She wonders, fleetingly, why she had not run as soon as she'd heard the helicopters approaching, heard the ecstatic shouts and cheers of 'rescue', but the pang of guilt in her stomach quickly brings to mind the answer.
She's going home now, she tells herself, and turns her attention back to her father, offering nods whenever there is a pause in his rambles. She should be grateful; she is grateful. Why can't she get the sound of oceans, guitars, and evenings out of her head, then?
A/N 2. By the way, a song will be written at the top of every chapter. Generally, it's the song that inspired the chapter, or the one I was listening to while writing. I'd completely recommend listening to the song, most of them are worth it, but it's not necessary, of course.
I know that it's really short, but I think is works? Feel free to let me know what you think. As always: comments are appreciated, flames are accepted, and constructive criticism is absolutely adored.