John sits in the airport parking lot that's gone quiet with the night. He watches the plane he just got off of take to the air again. He finds himself wanting all those planes he's been on to suddenly become stars he can wish on. Because he could really use a wish now. A little innocence, some magic to set his world right.
Chyler is sick has been for a few years now but he thought he'd dealt with it. Accepted it. Was okay with their lot, but no, as it turns out he's not.
Her leg gave out on her last week as she was getting out of the tub. Sean had come to her rescue and picked her up off the floor. She wasn't recovering from this bout relapse, he knows what that means he's read all the books listened to countless specialists. He knows what they'll tell her. Tell them.
Secondary progressive multiple sclerosis. Now he'll watch her lose her body slowly piece by piece. He gets to stand helplessly by and watch her slowly and painfully die.
It's not fair. Sometimes he thinks god gave him his dreams, all ever wanted and Chyler's illness is the cosmic balancer for it all.
He'd give it all back, the ring, the heat and rush of it all, the fans shouting his name, his success, everything he has he'd give it all back. To heal her.
So yeah, he's sitting his car staring up at planes wishing on them as though they were shooting stars. Because its easier than his reality. The reality is magic doesn't exist, life's not fair and no matter how much he wants it his love alone can't fix her.
He takes a deep breath and puts the car in gear and heads home. Shelving his anger, self pity and sorrow. Because, she'll greet him with a smile and hope in her eyes, because you can't live life in wishes only moment to moment breath for breath until its all over said and done.
AN: This was written for Tabitha in response to her stumping me when we played guess the fic. This was inspired by the song Airplanes by . I own nothing but Chyler. Hope you liked it! R&R!