AN: Sorry guys, I know, I'm not UD-ing, and I'm sorry. Writer's block plus ideas for my fics fail, and that gets me here. Jk. Enjoy this one.
Dicslaimer: I do not own the series nor the characters. Airplanes II belongs to B.O.B, Hayley Williams and Eminem.
"Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now,
Wish right now, wish right now"
Your bags are on the floor and you're waiting in line to enter the airport. There's a man and a woman in front of you and they have engaged in a harmless banter. You notice he's actually kinda cute, with his curly blond hair and blue-green eyes, dressed in a three-piece suit and standing next to a green-eyed, raven-haired petite woman wearing casual jeans and a Pink-Floyd t-shirt.
You sigh and put on your phones to listen to some music, just not to put up with the couple's bickering. You're listening to your favourite music, but your eyes are diverted once again to the two of them. Now it seems the conversation has turned serious and you press pause. You can't help it.
The man steps into the woman's personal space and speaks in a soft voice that doesn't go unheard.
"Teresa, believe me. If there was anything I could do not to be away from you I would do it, and you know that, but unfortunately there isn't."
"You could always make a phone call, saying that there's a bomb in the plane."
They chuckle, but the atmosphere around them is heavy.
"I have to catch him. I have to make him pay for what he did to..."
"Patrick, you know I can't stand when you talk like that."
"I'm sorry Teresa, but Red John has to pay."
You're frowning upon catching the name. Red John? As in the serial killer? You're fresh from the Police Academy and they gave all the alumns a copy of the original case, in order to teach you all how to trace a serial killer's profile. You've read the file, you memorized the name of the victim's, you've studied the MO, everything. You graduated top of the class because of that file, because of that case. And suddenly you recognize the man. Patrick Jane, fake-psychic, mocked Red John on live television, got home and was presented with a red smiley-face and the bodies of his wife and child, went to seek psychiatric help from Dr. Sophie Miller and when he got out, started to work for the Californian Bureau of Investigation on the Special Crimes Unit as a Consultant in Senior Agent Teresa Lisbon's team.
Oh
My
God.
Teresa Lisbon and Patrick Jane are waiting in line, in front of you to enter the plane.
"I just wish to do something for you Patrick."
"Then wait for me, my dear. I promise I'll be back in a couple of months. I promise I'll be back for you."
He rests his lips upon hers for a few comforting seconds before they pull appart.
"You better keep those promises Jane, or else I'll kick your sorry ass."
As they move and he has to enter the tunnel, you watch as they whisper their goodbyes, you see as Teresa Lisbon, a bad-ass Agent is doing her best not to cry, and to believe in the words the man spoke.
As you're in the plane and getting ready to take a seat, you glance at the person who's going to stay at your side, and for your own very surprise that person is Patrick Jane. He's by the window and staring outside, probably trying to see the woman one last time before the take-off.
He senses your presence and reclining in his seat, closing his eyes, he whispers to no one in particular.
"If only I had a wish right now..."
But those words don't go unheard, once again by you and you can only return to listening to your I-Pod while a small smile takes residence in your lips.