Author's Note: So, I was watching Castaway with Tom Hanks and Move Over Darling with Doris Day, yes I like classic movies and I like Doris Day. I thought this would make a nice Spashley story. Let me know what you think.
Why Didn't You Wait?
Chapter 1
5 years earlier…
Spencer and Ashley fresh out of college and in love, decided to get married. They took a plane to Canada to get married. They stayed in Canada for three days then decided they wanted to honeymoon in Cancun. So, they booked a flight to Cancun, leaving Canada at seven o'clock that evening.
"Come on Spencer we don't want to miss our flight. Let's go," Ashley said.
"I'm coming, I just had to call my parents and let them know where we're going to be for the next seven days," Spencer said all giddy.
Spencer and Ashley were finally on the plane enjoying their first class accommodations.
"Would you two like something to drink before the plane takes off?" the flight attendant asked eyeing Spencer a little more than Ashley liked.
"We're fine," Ashley said, "maybe later, thanks."
"Ashley why'd you do that, Rude much," Spencer said.
"I didn't like the way she was looking at you, the hussy."
Spencer laughed at her wife of three days. "Ash I only have eyes for you and only you."
"Thank you, Spencer…" both girls were leaning towards each other, touching lips to lips, tongue to tongue. "Excuse me, said the same flight attendant a little disturbed at the display of affection. You need to buckle your seatbelts, we're about to take off. Do you need any help," she said specifically looking at Spencer.
"I will help my WIFE buckle her seatbelt, THANK YOU!" Ashley said angrily.
"Ashley calm down. She's just doing her job."
"Yeah, doing her job… she wants to do you," Ashley said.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I am your pilot, Captain Moore and on behalf of the crew and flight attendants we welcome you on board TransAmerican Flight no. 614, destination Cancun, Mexico. Travel time four hours fifty-nine minutes. So sit back, relax and let us do the flying."
The plane takes off without a hitch. The girl's have been in the air for three hours now. Suddenly they hit a little turbulence. "What was that!?" Ashley asked.
"I don't know," Spencer said. The plane hits turbulence again.
"This is your Captain, we've hit some turbulence, so please put your trays up and fasten your seatbelts and listen to all instructions from the flight attendants." No sooner did the pilot say that, the plane took a nosedive.
"Oh my God Ashley! What's happening?"
"I don't know Spencer, put your head down…" Ashley screamed.
"ATTENTION! This is your pilot speaking please follow the instructions of your flight attendant."
"Everyone take all sharp objects out of your pockets, take off your glasses and assume the crash position," the flight attendant instructed.
The plane goes down into the Gulf waters, breaking up into several pieces.
Ashley wakes up to find herself still buckled to her seat floating in the water. A part of her seat is still attached to a large piece of the wreckage.
"Aw!... where am I? Spencer," she whispers… "Spencer!! Oh my God, Spencer where are you?" Ashley yells.
On the other side of the plane Spencer has regained consciousness and drifting away from the plane. Ow!... my legs hurt… "Ashley!... Ashley!" Spencer screams. "Oh my God!..." I can't move my legs and I'm drifting away from the plane.
"No! Someone help me… help me Ashley!"
Present Day…
"Ashley where are my clean shirts?"
"They're in the drawer where they're supposed to be."
"No they're not."
"Oh God, can't you find anything?"
"Aiden… your shirts are in this drawer. This is your drawer. You are not going to find your shirts in my drawer."
"Oh! sorry I thought we were sharing drawers."
"Aiden… we have been married for two years and you still… never mind," Ashley said.
"I'm late for work. I'll see you this evening. Is the dinner party still on?" Ashley asked.
"Yes, we need to be there by eight o'clock. I think they're going to offer me that partnership at the law firm. So… I'm going to need my wife to look exceptionally pretty and friendly for the partners," Aiden said.
"Your associates are dogs, always leering at me with their wives standing next to them."
"I know Ash, but it's a very prestigious firm to be associated with."
"I'm late for my meeting, I have a new group I'm trying to sign. I'll see you tonight."