Ocean Blue
By sweet like chocolate
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, don't profit from 'em.
Summary: The tenth anniversary of Scott's parents' death is imminent. Who helps him through? (Way better than summary- I hope!)
*~*~*~*~*
He stirred in his sleep; he could hear people, his parents, whispering in the background. He could here queer snorting sounds coming from the engine, they were oddly comforting, and he relaxed, about to go back to sleep. Beside him, Alex moved,
"Scott, what's burning?"
He concentrated for a moment; there was a funny smell. He got up and walked towards his parents, they were in the cockpit, talking quietly in whispers. They looked worried.
"Mummy, daddy, what's wrong, what's burning?"
"It's okay honey, it's going to be fine, can you go and get Alex?"
Scott shook Alex and beckoned him to go over to the cockpit. He followed, but his thoughts were confused, what was going to be fine?
"Scott, honey, put this on."
His mother handed him an oddly heavy backpack. A parachute, he realised. He put it on obediently, noticing Alex was wearing one too. He turned back to his mother. Her eyes were full of sadness. She was not wearing a parachute.
"Scott, there's something wrong with the plane. I want you and Alex to be very brave and jump. These parachutes should save you, pull on this cord here."
"What about you and daddy?"
"We'll be fine, don't worry." She looked straight into his eyes. "Whatever happens, look after Alex."
She held him close.
"I love you Scott, always remember that."
"I love you too."
He ran over to where his father and Alex were standing. He hugged his father.
"I love you daddy."
He could hear the sadness in his father's voice.
"I love you too."
He held Alex's hand and walked over to the side of the plane. He turned round. His parents stood together, his father's arm round his mother's waist. The image etched itself in his brain.
His parents' eyes glistened with unshed tears. This was the first time he had seen them cry. He realised something was very wrong. He remembered his mother's last words.
"Look after Alex"
He gripped his younger brother's hand tighter, and jumped. He pulled on the cord that opened the parachute, and indicated for Alex to do the same. Their descent slowed.
He turned back to look at the plane. He could see the outline of his parents, standing, watching them. He watched as flames began to lick round the outside of the plane. His parents remained still, his mother leaning on his father. Why weren't they doing anything? He cried out.
"No, mummy, daddy."
He watched as the plane exploded, his mother and father lost behind the huge flames that ripped through the sky. He knew they were dead. He felt his grip on Alex's hand slip, and from the warmth behind him and the sudden speed of his descent, he knew his parachute was on fire. He knew this, and yet, he did not seem to care. He felt as if he was someone else looking down at the scene unfolding. He heard Alex scream as they were flung apart. Then all he knew was a pounding in his head, then blissful unconsciousness.
*~*~*~*~*
Scott sat up in his bed. His eyes glistened behind his sleeping goggles, as the normal mask of a leader slipped, and he lay on his bed and sobbed.
-Do you like?? By the way this will be a JOTT, I don't really write anything else! Please, tell me if it's good.
R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R. That give you the general idea?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, don't profit from 'em.
Summary: The tenth anniversary of Scott's parents' death is imminent. Who helps him through? (Way better than summary- I hope!)
*~*~*~*~*
He stirred in his sleep; he could hear people, his parents, whispering in the background. He could here queer snorting sounds coming from the engine, they were oddly comforting, and he relaxed, about to go back to sleep. Beside him, Alex moved,
"Scott, what's burning?"
He concentrated for a moment; there was a funny smell. He got up and walked towards his parents, they were in the cockpit, talking quietly in whispers. They looked worried.
"Mummy, daddy, what's wrong, what's burning?"
"It's okay honey, it's going to be fine, can you go and get Alex?"
Scott shook Alex and beckoned him to go over to the cockpit. He followed, but his thoughts were confused, what was going to be fine?
"Scott, honey, put this on."
His mother handed him an oddly heavy backpack. A parachute, he realised. He put it on obediently, noticing Alex was wearing one too. He turned back to his mother. Her eyes were full of sadness. She was not wearing a parachute.
"Scott, there's something wrong with the plane. I want you and Alex to be very brave and jump. These parachutes should save you, pull on this cord here."
"What about you and daddy?"
"We'll be fine, don't worry." She looked straight into his eyes. "Whatever happens, look after Alex."
She held him close.
"I love you Scott, always remember that."
"I love you too."
He ran over to where his father and Alex were standing. He hugged his father.
"I love you daddy."
He could hear the sadness in his father's voice.
"I love you too."
He held Alex's hand and walked over to the side of the plane. He turned round. His parents stood together, his father's arm round his mother's waist. The image etched itself in his brain.
His parents' eyes glistened with unshed tears. This was the first time he had seen them cry. He realised something was very wrong. He remembered his mother's last words.
"Look after Alex"
He gripped his younger brother's hand tighter, and jumped. He pulled on the cord that opened the parachute, and indicated for Alex to do the same. Their descent slowed.
He turned back to look at the plane. He could see the outline of his parents, standing, watching them. He watched as flames began to lick round the outside of the plane. His parents remained still, his mother leaning on his father. Why weren't they doing anything? He cried out.
"No, mummy, daddy."
He watched as the plane exploded, his mother and father lost behind the huge flames that ripped through the sky. He knew they were dead. He felt his grip on Alex's hand slip, and from the warmth behind him and the sudden speed of his descent, he knew his parachute was on fire. He knew this, and yet, he did not seem to care. He felt as if he was someone else looking down at the scene unfolding. He heard Alex scream as they were flung apart. Then all he knew was a pounding in his head, then blissful unconsciousness.
*~*~*~*~*
Scott sat up in his bed. His eyes glistened behind his sleeping goggles, as the normal mask of a leader slipped, and he lay on his bed and sobbed.
-Do you like?? By the way this will be a JOTT, I don't really write anything else! Please, tell me if it's good.
R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R, R+R. That give you the general idea?