Author's Note: This idea came to me recently after watching "Final Approach." I just knew I had to do it. It felt good to write a Wings story after so long. I hope this won't be my last! :D

Even after almost a year, Joe sometimes still couldn't believe they were here. His and Helen's small apartment in Vienna felt strangely like home. But it would never take the place of Nantucket. They both missed their friends. Many times, Helen had said so. But they'd be seeing everyone in a week, and Joe couldn't wait.

Helen was with her famous cello teacher, so Joe was a bit bored. With a sigh, he grabbed their small computer. He quickly checked his email, and found nothing really interesting. Brian frequently emailed him updates on the status of Sandpiper. All was well, surprisingly. Despite Joe's initial reservations about leaving the airline in the care of his irresponsible younger brother, Brian had lived up to the situation. Sure, Aeromass was doing well, thanks to Roy and his sleazy tricks and advertising, but Brian had surprised everyone by keeping Sandpiper afloat.

Joe loved his brother more than he could say. He knew Brian hadn't wanted to stay and run the airline, but he'd volunteered at the last second. Over the eight years they spent as co-pilots, Joe had more than once wanted to kill Brian. But now, he couldn't imagine ever feeling that way.

Memories of those years flooded Joe's mind as he continued to surf the Web. Right before they'd left Nantucket, Brian and Joe had found close to a million dollars in cash from their father. They'd split the money in half. True to form, Joe had very carefully invested his half. He knew Brian would suggest buying something frivolous with the money, but that wasn't Joe's style. Joe had meant to keep an eye on the investments, but somehow, he hadn't quite kept up with it. Between Helen's music lessons, and Joe's part-time job flying for a small airline here in Vienna, there wasn't time. Now, with time to kill for once, Joe checked on the accounts. When the Website loaded, the figure he saw made his jaw drop. Apparently, Joe's plan to put the money into stocks and bonds had paid off. It had doubled since he'd put it away.

"We're rich," Joe whispered to himself. Suddenly, he wished Brian were here. After all, if it weren't for his brother, he never would've found the money. He remembered how he had planned to throw out the old suitcase, before realizing what it contained. Suddenly, he had an idea. Before Brian offered to stay and run Sandpiper, he'd planned to live in the tropics, essentially taking an extended vacation. At the time, Joe had thought Brian was simply being his usual lazy, reckless self. But after spending a year operating a business, maybe Brian had earned a little relaxation. He had to discuss this with Helen, but he had a feeling she would agree with him.

"Our money has done what?" Helen asked when he explained the situation later.

"It's doubled. We really are rich. We can do whatever we want, Helen. But I think I know what we should do first."

"What?" Helen still couldn't quite believe all that Joe was saying. They were rich, yet she didn't feel any different.

"I think we should give some of it to Brian, so he can go live in the Caymans like he wanted. It's his turn."

Helen's first instinct was to say no. This was their money. They could finally start a family. Not only that, but Helen could have the music career she'd always wanted. "You want to give it to Brian?" she asked.

Joe nodded. "He's kept Sandpiper running all this time. It couldn't have been easy. He did it for us, so that we could have our dream. So you could have yours." Joe moved closer to Helen. Coming here had been her idea. She was the one who got an offer to study the cello here.

Helen sighed. Joe was right. "Being here in Vienna has been a dream come true. I always knew my music would lead somewhere. But I miss my old life. But...do we have to give him all the money?" She loved Brian, but there were so many things she and Joe could do with the money. Brian didn't have a family, or any responsibilities.

Joe laughed. "I don't think that'll be necessary. We'll just give him enough so that he can stay down there for a couple of months. Then he can come back, and we can run Sandpiper together. Just like we used to."

At that, Helen let out a sigh. The thought of going back to their lives on Nantucket was wonderful. Even though life on that island wasn't always as exciting as she'd have liked, there was something about it. It was there that she and Joe had finally gone from being just friends to something more. Helen could never regret that. After all, ever since she was a little girl, she'd dreamed of being Mrs. Joe Hackett. Now she was. "OK," she finally said. "Let's do it."