Disclaimers: Seems that I don't own anything, except for maybe the horrid characters I invented to annoy the two heroines. Anyone else would belong to ABC, I imagine.

Author's Note: Since this is my first time writing AMC fic, I expect everyone to be very nice and praise me accordingly. Okay, just kidding, but please don't tear me apart if it seems like I've been watching this show for two weeks and know nothing about it. Mainly because it's true and you wouldn't want to be mean, right? Now for the purpose of this story I have chosen to ignore the whole 'Greenlee is Jack's daughter' storyline, since dating your cousin seems to me more on the disgusting side. So, let's just pretend they're nothing but two hot, non-related chicks and get on with the story...

Bianca Montgomery sighed as she heaved her heavy bag through the door and into the airport. As if it wasn't bad enough that she had to fly to Europe on such short notice, but now she also had to carry her own bags. If she hadn't been so pressed for time, Bianca surely would've called her mother to complain and make sure the woman knew just what kind of sacrifice this was.

Earlier that morning Erica Kane had called her daughter into her office to ask Bianca to attend a very important cosmetics summit in Europe in lieu of her mother. According to Erica, something had suddenly come up, but she still needed Enchantment to be represented at the summit. And who better to trust than her lovely daughter? And those had been her exact words too, allowing Bianca to let herself be suckered into this whole affair.

Not that going to Europe was a bad thing. Bianca was looking forward to not having to listen to a constant nagging from everyone about her 'misguided' love life. It's not like it was really her fault that all her relationships so far had been doomed, Bianca told herself.

"People make mistakes," she mumbled to herself, trying to rectify the many failures she'd experienced in the love department. "And it's not like mom has any right to talk, most of her relationships have failed miserably, too. And anyway, can't I just..." the rest of her sentence was cut off abruptly by a body slamming unceremoniously into hers and knocking her onto the ground.

"Ugh, can't you watch where you're going? Buy some glasses or something!" a familiar voice yelled from next to her and Bianca shook the cobwebs from her mind before being able to form a reply, "Excuse me? You're the one who ran into me, I was just standing here!"

"Yeah well, then don't stand in my way!" the angry voice replied and the perpetrator stood up, not even bothering to lend her a hand.

Bianca stood, angry now. Didn't this idiot know who she was? She turned, ready to give a sniping comment back, when she came face to face with one of her least favorite people. All she could do was groan.

"Oh great, it's you!" Greenlee threw her hands up in the air and then pointed at the mess that was both their spilled luggage on the floor, "Look what you did! All my stuff is spilled and my flight's leaving in ten minutes!"

"What I did? You...you're such an ignorant..." Bianca groaned, not even being able to finish her sentence she was so agitated. She looked down at the ground and found that not just Greenlee's suitcase had opened and spilled its contents on the ground, but also her own.

Instead of bothering with the other woman, who was currently ranting about people not getting out of her way, Bianca bent down and started throwing stuff back into her suitcase. It wasn't exactly classy, but if she were to miss her flight, and consequently the summit, her mother would surely read her the riot act. She reached for a shirt on the ground and turned, surprised, as she felt resistance, only to see Greenlee holding onto the other end of the shirt.

"Umm, excuse me, that's my shirt," Greenlee snapped, giving Bianca the evil eye.

"I don't think so. It's with all my other clothes, so obviously it's mine."

"I don't see this fitting your bony ass, don't you think?"

Bianca scoffed, letting go off the shirt. What was one shirt if she could just have her peace from the devil incarnate? She quickly finished re- packing her suitcase and got up, not bothering to look back at Greenlee as she hurried to her gate.

"Last call for Flight 28 to London-Heathrow at Gate 3," came the voice over the speaker and Bianca groaned.

If she missed her flight she'd be in a lot of trouble. She was practically running to her gate, hoping to make it in time, but as she rounded the corner all her hope faded. The intensive security check that passengers were nowadays being subjected to had created a line at least twenty feet long. Bianca stood at the end of the line, telepathically willing the security personnel to hurry it up. Finally it was her turn, but when she went to retrieve her bags from the scanner, one of the security officers stopped her.

"Ma'am, please open that bag and then take off your shoes."

"What? No, come on...I'm gonna miss my flight," she begged the heavy-set man that didn't seem to want to listen.

"Sorry ma'am, it's procedure," he answered, not sounding at all apologetic. Bianca sighed and complied.

By the time she reached the gate there were no other passengers around, except for one standing at the counter, yelling at the airline employees. Bianca rolled her eyes as she realized who it was, but nevertheless pulled up at the counter next to them.

"I want you to get me on that damn plane, you hear me?!" Bianca heard Greenlee yell and sighed. It would be just her luck to be on the same plane as her enemy.

"Hi, I'm Bianca Montgomery. I'm on Flight 28?" she said as the woman behind the counter turned towards her to escape Greenlee's wrath.

"I'm sorry, Miss Montgomery, but the Gate has been closed. The plane is already in queue for take-off. There is nothing I can do, as I have been telling this young lady here," the employee responded and smiled at Bianca, apparently choosing to ignore Greenlee who was fuming.

"Alright...well, isn't there another plane I could take? I really have to be in London by tonight," Bianca reasoned and looked over at Greenlee, who was chuckling.

"Don't tell me you're going to the summit as well. It figures, that's just my luck!" Greenlee exclaimed and turned back towards the airline employee with a disparaging glance, "Well, you heard her! Find us some other flight. We're kind of pressed for time here and if you go any slower I'm gonna have to seek business elsewhere."

The employee smiled uncomfortably, but began typing on her computer right away. Bianca, meanwhile, watched Greenlee, wondering if she really wanted to spend 7 hours in close confinement with the other girl. As long as they'd have seats far away from each other she'd be fine, she told herself.

"The next flight to London leaves at 5 PM, would you like to book two seats on that one?" the employee asked, looking at Bianca instead of Greenlee.

"Listen lady," Greenlee leaned across the counter to get in the woman's face, "we need to be in London by no later than 8 PM. Now I'd really appreciate it if you could find a flight, any flight, to take us there before then. Money really is no issue."

After a few more seconds of typing, the woman cleared her throat and looked at the two of them, "Well, there is a flight leaving in half an hour, on a smaller plane. But the price will be higher at such a short notice."

"Well, I don't care as long as I get to London by tonight," Bianca said and handed the woman a credit card to buy her new ticket. She wasn't going to risk missing another plane. She watched as Greenlee did the same and sighed. Now with just a little bit of luck she could get rid off the other girl soon.

"Here you go, seats 21A and 21B. Enjoy your flight," the employee handed them the tickets and smiled, obviously glad to have resolved the issue without any injuries.

"Uh, you don't have any seats that aren't...so close together?" Bianca asked, ignoring the disparaging glance Greenlee threw at her.

The employee shook her head and apologized, "No, sorry. Do you still want the tickets?"

"Yeah, we'll take them. She'll just have to suffer," Greenlee said, taking her ticket and handing Bianca the other. "Come on, Binks, let's go find our plane."

The younger girl couldn't help but groan at that statement.

"...and I still cannot believe that they don't even have First Class seats. I mean, what kind of plane is this supposed to be?"

Bianca rolled her eyes as Greenlee's tirade went on into its fourth hour. She never would've thought before that one person could find so many things wrong with a simple airplane and its flight crew, but Greenlee had managed the impossible. For the past three hours she had been complaining of anything she seemed to think of, from the crappy airplane, to the food, to the bad wine and the horrid makeup of the flight attendant. Needless to say, after the first hour Bianca had given up trying to get Greenlee to stop and decided to go over the documents her mother had given her for the summit.

"Excuse me!" Greenlee called to the flight attendant and Bianca sighed, wishing she hadn't gotten stuck with the aisle seat that continuously left her between Greenlee and whoever she was arguing with.

She looked out the window, watching the wing shake dangerously in the air and hoped that they'd be there soon. Although she wasn't quite as verbal as Greenlee, Bianca did have to agree that the plane wasn't exactly 'luxurious'. Hell, it wasn't even 'acceptable', in her mind a plane should at least look sturdy and this one surely didn't. It was a small plane that seated only about 30 people, with a small flight crew and jet engines that didn't look strong enough to keep them in the air. As long as it got her to London in time for the summit, though, Bianca didn't care.

She was catapulted from her deep thoughts by the jolt that went through the plane, dropping it several feet, making half the passengers scream in fright. Having spent countless hours on planes, Bianca wasn't afraid of a little turbulence, at least it meant they were still in the air. But when she looked over to her right, she saw that Greenlee wasn't fairing as well, in fact the other woman looked quite pale.

"Don't tell me you of all people are afraid of flying?" Bianca chuckled, noticing how Greenlee only glared at her instead of comment. That was all the answer she needed.

"Maybe you should've thought about this before you alienated not only the whole flight crew, but probably also most of the passengers. If we crashed, I doubt they'd even leave a life vest for you," Bianca teased, almost regretting it when she saw Greenlee turn a greener shade of white, if that was even possible. But before she could apologize, another jolt went through the plane, this time dropping it even farther and screams once again rang through the cabin.

Bianca sighed as various drinks spilled and some luggage went sliding down the rows. Something always kept her from having a peaceful flight, it just wasn't fair. Looking over to Greenlee she saw the older girl hold onto the armrest with a death-grip, still white as a ghost.

"Greenlee, I think you can let go now. It's just some turbulences, we're not going to die or anything."

Greenlee turned to look at her, but instead of the comment Bianca was expecting, she let go off the armrest and looked straight ahead. Another few minor turbulences rocked the airplane and it wasn't long before the captain turned on the seatbelt-sign.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it seems we have hit some bad weather. While we fly around this storm front, please leave your seatbelts on and do not wander in the aisles. I will turn the seatbelt sign off as soon as we have left the bad weather. Thank You," came the captain's voice and most of the passengers hurried to put on their seatbelt.

As she looked outside, Bianca could see that the blue skies from earlier had turned gray and dark clouds were near the airplane. She checked to see if her seatbelt was secure and returned to her work. Then, without any warning, a loud crash rang through the plane and she got that sinking feeling in her stomach as the plane dropped several hundred feet at once, the lights turning off to leave the cabin dipped in darkness. The compartment over her head sprang open and the yellow oxygen masks dangled in front of her face. Now starting to panic, Bianca reached for it and pulled it over her mouth and nose as indicated in the emergency pamphlet she had read over a hundred times.

After a few seconds the plane seemed to stabilize, the lights flickered some, but did not stay on. Bianca's heart was hammering in her throat and she willed her breathing to slow. The flight attendants, also wearing the yellow oxygen masks, were trying to indicate something to the passengers with hasty hand signals.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. It seems the plane has been hit by lightning and caused a temporary blackout in our systems. There's no need to panic, but as a safety precaution we would like you to put on your life preservers, in case of an emergency landing."

"If you reach under your seat you will find a life vest. Pull it over your head and tie the strings in the back, but do not inflate it until out of the plane. In case of an emergency landing over water, we want everyone to be prepared," one of the attendants spoke through the speaker, her voice muffled with the oxygen mask on.

Like in trance Bianca reached under her seat and, to her relief, found the promised life preserver. She quickly did as told, checking to make sure hers did not seem to sport any holes and looked over to her right. Greenlee, it seemed, wasn't responding as well to the flight attendant's commands; actually, it seemed as if she hadn't even heard the woman.

"Greenlee?" Bianca tried, shaking her neighbor's shoulder, but got no response. Knowing she couldn't just leave her to herself, Bianca reached under Greenlee's seat, pulled out her life vest and tied it around the older girl. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked softly, not knowing whether her question had even been heard.

Slowly Greenlee turned her head towards Bianca, "Am I okay? Hello, we're gonna crash and die!"

"Greenlee, we're not gonna crash and we're surely not gonna die. This is just a safety measure," Bianca answered, but got only a scoff in return.

Turning back to watch the flight attendants, Bianca breathed a sigh of relief as the lights came back on completely and she could also see that relief on the faces of the flight crew. The crew took off their oxygen masks and the passengers followed suit, cheering, some of them taking off their life vests.

Smiling triumphantly Bianca turned to Greenlee, "See, didn't I tell you there was nothing to worry..." The rest of the sentence was cut off by a loud scream, her own scream she later realized, as she watched the right wing tear off the plane as if it were paper. Greenlee turned to her, white-faced again, and mouthed 'I told you so', a split second before the plane plummeted towards the ocean depths.

And the last thing Bianca felt before blackness engulfed her was Greenlee's hand tightly holding onto hers.

Tell me what you think and whether I should go on...