CHAPTER ONE- IN FLIGHT
Megan sighed as the plane took off from the tarmac.
"What's wrong?" asked Sebastien.
"Oh…I'm just going to miss everyone at Cascadia. I know we're only leaving for a few weeks, but what am I going to do without Dena?"
"Well she'll still be there when we get back! Relax Megs…at least we're not completely alone."
Megan smiled as she looked at Sebastien. Secretly, she was glad it was Seb coming with her to the Hamstead Tournament than anyone else. It was so difficult to find time alone with him with everyone else around. Adena always seemed to be bursting in on all those perfect moments, and as much as Megs loved her, she couldn't help but feel a little miffed. Adena had everything- tennis skills, beauty, and confidence. Why should she go after Sebastien when she knew Megan liked him? Maybe even…loved, him?
Sebastien was worried. Megan was clearly very worried- and it couldn't just be about leaving Cascadia for a little while. He knew Megs had trouble with her nerves…he'd seen her wince in pain the day of a big game. Her hands were usually red and swollen from gripping her racket in the dead of the night. Sebastien would have done anything to ease her pain- on those days, and especially today.
"Megan…I- Sebastien trailed off.
"What?"
"Oh uh, nothing." Sebastien held her eyes for a few moments, until he started gently laughing.
"What! Sebastien! What's so funny?" Megan sat up and demanded that he explain why he was laughing.
"You realize that we're going to be sharing a room? If you're anything as clean as Squib…" Sebastien shook his finger in Megan's face and tried to tickle her.
"Seb! Seb!" Megan had grabbed both his hands to stop him tickling her and was leaning over in front of him. "Are you comparing me to Squib? I'm hurt, I really am."
Sebastien made a sad-puppy-dog-face and they both burst into laughter. "Seeing as we'll be sharing a room, I'd like to remind you that there will be NO REPEATS of Adena's birthday. You better not have any make-up on you…"
"Awww it's too late for you Monsieur Dubé! I brought blush this time- and it's just your colour!" They started giggling helplessly again, as the man sitting in front of them turned around and told them to SHUSH!
"We better rest anyways- our first game is the day after we land, " said Sebastien. Suddenly Megan clutched her stomach and let out a cry of pain. Seb leaned over her and ran his fingers over her white knuckles. "Megan! Megan! What's wrong? Mon Dieu…" He frantically searched through his carry-on and found a small box of motion-sickness pills. He pulled Megan's now-heavy body up and forced it down while she laboured to breathe.
"I'm….fine….stomach ache…..that's…..all." Megan tried her best to reassure Sebastien. He looked so worried that she'd say anything to erase the fear on his face. Truth was, she'd been having these spasms of pain for quite a while, and wouldn't tell anyone lest they tell her to lay off the tennis. Her career was everything- and with the way her family's assets were going, she needed to hang on to it as long as she could.
"Well…just rest, for now. We've got a long flight ahead of us anyways." Sebastien pulled forward his seat in order to help Megan lie back. He smoothed out her hair and laid a thin blanket over her. Megan's spasm had left her exhausted, and she soon fell asleep. After watching for a while to make sure she was ohkay, Sebastien fell asleep too