Hey everyone, I'm Back!! Was off on a major huge-as holiday (won't get out of the country for another 20 years now (if I'm lucky) but was worth it) still not quite human and back at the right time yet. But had this floating around my head (who can blame me I did go on 10 flights) just a story to get me back into writing and try and kill the hours before I'm allowed to go to sleep to try and get back into a regular sleep pattern.

Also will reply to anything I needed to and look at all new chapters and stuff at some point, I will get there in the end.

Sara ran through the actions barely registering them or the voice of the woman behind her, wondering yet again if this was what she really wanted, if this was all she would get from life. She had no interest in it, it was mindless, tedious, dull and repetitive. She wanted to do something with her life, where she had to test her mind more often, where she made a difference, where she had the slightest chance of a normal home, normal life, one like the one she had always dreamt of and been denied when she was younger.

Maybe things would have been different if her mum had ever had the courage to do anything. Sara had found out that her mother had tried to kill her father, things became even worse after that, the abuse and the violence reached new levels, the verbal abuse reached levels Sara couldn't have even imagined, her brother had left as soon as he hit 16 complete with his drug addiction. She hadn't heard anything about him in years.

Now she flew from country to country, forced to smile almost constantly even though she felt like crying, never having a home, wondering what the point was, after all she'd only been there for half the year.

That was the life of an air stewardess, she spent half her life in one hotel, half in another, never in any one country long enough to make a home or a family.

That had been the original attraction to this life, she had signed up for more regular flights than anyone else and did so every time they had to renew their contracts and say how often they'd be willing to fly. She barely saw the cities she stayed in, something she had craved: new places, new people, new situations, no-one ever became close enough to you to hurt you.

Sara heard the voice of the woman behind her ask the crew to return to their stations for take-off and lapsed out of her reverie. She sat at the front of the plane, it was only a 3 hour flight today, only a small plane, no first class, no business class, just all the passengers merged together, sat in their chairs, entrusting her and her peers with their lives.

She stared straight ahead, everyone's faces just a blur, all faceless passengers at this point in time, she'd already identified which ones would cause her trouble and which she would be summoned to a thousand times during the flight, the ones who had never flown before, the ones who flew almost as regularly as her, the business-men, those on that were on holiday, in short, all the usual people who came on this flight.

Yet she was still having problems classing one passenger. She had at least 10 different categories and every passenger she had ever met fit into one of the categories easily, she had never yet met one who she had judged wrongly or who she couldn't place into one of these categories either instantaneously or after a very brief conversation. Yet this man still puzzled her.

His eyes gave nothing away, nor did his stance. She could tell nothing about him, and couldn't even begin to guess which category he belonged in. She continued to watch him as they climbed higher into the sky, he looked straight at her and seemed to look straight into her. She was caught in his sapphire gaze, unable to look away.

OK, this was going to be a one-shot and was going to be longer than this (this obviously isn't the ending as anyone whose read my stuff will know this isn't my kind of ending) but will now turn into a short story.

Let me know what you think so far. I'm sure you can all work out who the blue eyes belonged to.

BTW just so you know this isn't what I think about air stewards and stewardess', I have great respect for them if they can do that job then well done to them, I know I couldn't do it, and no-one seems to give them enough credit.

But anyway, please review and let me know what you think. Thanks.