Hello! This is just an idea I had. I have an outline for the story and while it will be fluffy, there will be some twists and turns to throw it off.

Let me know if I should continue and why/why not. I really like hearing what you have to say.

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"Hello everyone! We will be taking off momentarily. Thank you all for being so patient."

Clary watched as her trainer, Maia, spoke over the intercom to the passengers. The flight had been delayed and now the pilot was late. He always double checked everything he needed to so the delay was even longer and the passengers were very irritated. However, Maia was doing a fantastic job at keeping everything under control.

"You see, Clary. When there's a situation like this, you need to be as nice as possible without sounding fake. Even if you don't care about these people, you need to show them that you're not being fake to them. Flight attendants are always fake and super happy. If you show the passengers that you actually care about how uncomfortable and irritated they are, they won't retaliate as much."

Clary nodded.

"You're not the talkative type, huh?" Maia asked.

She shrugged. "I'm just trying to absorb all of your knowledge. You really seem like you know what you're doing."

"I've been an attendant since I was 20 so yeah, I have some experience and some tricks up my sleeve." Maia smirked. "How about you go into the cockpit and ask the pilot if he's ready."

Clary nodded. "Okay."

She stood up from the seat she was sitting in, pulling her tight pencil skirt down as she walked toward the cockpit. She pushed open the door a little and slipped inside. A man with dark hair was sitting in the copilot's seat. He was studying some charts that Clary didn't understand. She smoothed out her skirt and found her voice.

"Hello. I'm supposed to see if we're almost ready for takeoff." The man looked up from the charts. He stared at Clary, confused, with his icy blue eyes. Then his eyes looked past her and he nodded. Before Clary could turn to see what he was looking at a hand was placed on her shoulder. She looked at it, then moved her gaze up the arm it was attached to and finally to its owner.

He was a fit young man, looking about in his mid-twenties. Messy blonde hair fell into golden eyes and hung around his face creating a sort of halo of gold. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Clary caught herself staring and looked away but not quickly enough because the man cleared his throat with a knowing smirk. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"You wanted to talk to the pilot?" he asked, taking a step toward her.

Stepping back, she replied, "Yes, but he's not here at the moment. I'll come back when he is."

The man chuckled. "I'm underestimated again, Alec," he said to the man-Alec, apparently-in the copilot seat, nudging him.

"I'm sorry, but I must get back," Clary said. She went to leave but the man with golden eyes stepped in front of the small door, smirking.

"You said you wanted to talk to the pilot?"

Clary sighed. "Yes, but-"

"Talk then."

Confused, Clary asked, "What?"

"You want to speak with the pilot, so talk." He crossed his arms over his chest.

A sudden realization coming over her, Clary stumbled to form a sentence with her embarrassment. She opened and closed her mouth several times before she managed, "Sorry."

The man laughed and held out his hand. "Jace Wayland, pilot and aviator, at your service, miss."

Clary was still stunned and just stared at his outstretched hand. "Go on," Alec, the man seated, said. "Shake his hand. We need to get going." There was annoyance very clear in his voice.

Jace rolled his eyes and started to lower his hand. Feeling rude, Clary caught his hand and shook it quickly before releasing it. Jace furrowed his brow and looked at her with confusion, amusement, and something she couldn't quite figure out.

"So," she said, "Are we almost ready for takeoff?"

Jace slipped past her and slid into the pilot seat, putting on a headset. "Yup," he said, smiling and giving her a thumbs up.

She smiled back at him and nodded. "Okay, thank you." She turned and went to the door. When she pushed it open, Jace called to her.

"Wait, miss." She turned. "What's your name?"

She hesitated, then, "Clary."

He nodded, smiling. "Lovely name, Clary. You can tell the passengers that we will be taking off in a very short time." He turned back, facing front in his seat. Clary left the cockpit and went to where Maia was.

"The pilot is ready. We'll be taking off very soon."

Maia nodded and relayed the message to the passengers.

After they landed and everything was unloaded, Maia and Clary stood in the flight attendant station.

"How was your first flight as a flight attendant?" Maia asked.

Clary shrugged. "It was okay. There were some pretty annoying passengers thought."

"Yeah, you have those on every flight. You just have to learn how to deal with them."

Just then, Jace and Alec emerged from the cockpit, talking and laughing. Maia was staring at Jace.

"Is that the pilot?" she whispered to Clary, who nodded. "He's so attractive."

Clary blushed, saying, "Well, I've seen better."

Maia looked at her with a look of shock. Then they both laughed.

"What are you two alluring young women laughing about?" Jace asked, shooting them a smirk as he approached them. Alec stood behind him, looking annoyed.

Maia blushed and stammered, lying, "N-n-nothing. J-just a silly joke."

"A joke? I like jokes. Can I hear it?"

"Um..." Maia bit her lip. "Well, we actually-"

Clary cut in with an impromptu attempt to cover for Maia. "What's the difference between a duck and a copilot?" Everyone was looking at her so she continued, grinning. "A duck can fly."

It took a few seconds, but then a grin spread across Jace's handsome face. He let out a laugh, throwing his head back slightly. "That's good, Clary. I'll give you that much." He winked at her and she felt her cheeks go pink.

Alec glared at her. If looks could kill, she'd be good as dead. Apparently he hadn't found her copilot joke humorous.

"Well, I'll see you two ladies on the next flight I assume?" Jace asked.

Maia nodded frantically. Jace smiled and, looking at Clary, winked again. Alec grabbed Jace's arm.

"C'mon, we have to go," he said impatiently, still glaring at Clary.

Jace rolled his eyes. "I know, Alec." To Clary and Maia-mostly Clary, "I'll see you later."

He turned around and joined Alec, who was already walking toward the exit. After they were off the plane Maia turned to Clary.

"Wow. Just wow. He is smokin'. I don't know how he's a pilot, he might catch the plane on fire with those looks."

Clary laughed, knowing it was true. Jace was very handsome, she couldn't lie. He also had a vibe about him that made Clary feel like he was just an overall sweet person. She also knew that he liked a good laugh.

"I think he's a great pilot. The flight as a whole was pretty smooth."

Maia nodded. Looking at Clary with an over-exaggerated faked smile she said, "Well, we better get ready for round two. This flight is to New York."

Clary collapsed onto her hotel room bed. Her and Maia were staying in New York that night. They had just got back from their last flight and were exhausted.

Clary found out that the airline that now employed her did this thing called Grouping. That meant that there was a group that consisted of a pilot, a copilot, a flight engineer, and at least two flight attendants that did every flight together. For her training, and then ultimately the rest of her career, Clary was assigned in the group that she was with today: Jace being the pilot, Alec the copilot, a man named Jordan as the flight engineer, and the two flight attendants, Maia and herself.

"I'm pooped," Maia said, stepping out of the bathroom. They were staying in the same room to avoid unnecessary costs.

Agreeing, Clary nodded and asked, "Are most days like this?"

Now it was Maia's turn to nod. "Yes, unfortunately." She walked over the the other bed and flopped down. She let out a groan. "I'm going to sleep."

Clary didn't answer, she got up and went to the bathroom instead. When she returned, Maia was fast asleep. She laid down on her own bed and fell into her own dream-filled sleep.

They had one flight today-technically two, but Clary liked the sound of one better so that's what she told herself. It was from New York to L.A. and then back. She wasn't looking forward to it. She didn't really want to work as a flight attendant but she had applied and they gave her an interview, so she took it. She needed to make money for her mother, who had terminal cancer. Her step-father, Luke, lost his job because he stayed by her mother's side so Clary decided to pick up another job that would pay better.

"You ready for these flights, miss?" a familiar voice asked.

Clary turned to see the pilot, Jace, leaning against the wall with coffee in his left hand, smirking. "I suppose. Are you?"

Jace scoffed. "I've done this flight hundreds of times, don't worry about me."

"Hundreds?"

He nodded, taking a sip from his cup.

"But how? You're only, what-24? How are you even a pilot?"

He raised an eyebrow and nodded, considering her questions. "I'll answer your questions in order," he said, pushing himself from the wall so he was standing firmly. "How have I done this flight hundreds of times? I was assigned it multiple times. No, I'm not 24, I'm 23. And I am a pilot because that's what I've wanted to be since I was three. My dad took me on his Piper aircraft and I decided I loved it."

Jace smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. Clary wondered why that was but she wasn't going to ask. Instead she said, "So you're 23? That's young-at least I think it is-to be a pilot."

He nodded and took a step toward her. "It's sort of young, I guess. I've been flying since I was twelve."

Clary was impressed. It must have showed on her face because Jace laughed. It was a beautiful, sweet laugh that rang out like a melody. She fell in love with it. She wanted to hear him laugh all the time. She smiled at him. His laughter died out and he looked away. Then he locked eyes with her, almost searching hers for something.

"Clary!" Maia called. "Can you come and help with the passengers?"

Without breaking eye contact with Jace, she answered, "Yes, I'll be right there!"

Jace looked disappointed for a moment before his expression changed to playful. "I'll see you later then, Miss Clary." He winked at her before slipping through the door.

Clary sighed and made her way to Maia so she could actually do her job instead of ogling at the pilot.

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