Disclaimer;
I own nothing but the plot.
Which was inspired, slightly, by that movie called Castaway...only there's two people in this one...
Ya know what, just read the story.
So I've been saying, once, XP, okay, so I SAID that I was going to do a 2/5 multi-chap fic.
Because I keep seeing lovely drabbles and oneshots and all...
but...
Well, these two just need a multi-chap fic. :3
Mention of 3/4
Chapter One- Coincidence
(Abby)
Abigail Lincoln focused on keeping her attention on the magazine, not her nerves. She had come to France with her mother and father, but was returning to the states alone. She should count herself lucky, since the secret organization she was working with managed to pull enough strings to get her a flight to America so easily. It wasn't the flight that had her on edge.
Her destination.
The girl grimaced. She was second-in-command of Sector V of the Teens Next Door, a covert organization whose main goal was to quietly infiltrate the ranks of teens and adults. From the inside they would take them down. They worked with the orginization she had once been a part of, Kids Next Door.
Usually when a KND operative reached the age of thirteen they would be decomissioned. A process that not only removed the person from the KND code module, but erased their memories of any past events having to do with the KND. It was usually a heart-wrenching time.
However, some, like Abby herself, were specifically selected due to their skills and given the chance to continue the fight against Adult Tyranny, even throughout the teen years.
It was for this reason she was worried about returning to her home.
It was strange, because she was never shaken by anything. She was one of the best there was in her field, and she was known throughout the TND and even the KND for her level-headed behaviour and unfailing calm. Still, never in all of her fifteen years did she expect she would return to Cleveland.
It was where the KND version of Sector V was stationed. It was also where Abby had served while she was in the Kids Next Door. In other words her childhood friends lived there. Not all of her friends had made the cut, in fact she was the only one from Sector V that was an active TND member. None of her old friends would even RECOGNIZE her.
Does it matter girl? Abby thought, but it did. No matter how many times she told herself it didn't. As she handed her ticket over to the smiling blonde she snapped back into reality. The woman gave her a false smile made for thousands of people a day, "Enjoy your flight."
"Yeah, whatevuh." Abby replied, slouching over and swinging her carry-on so that it settled between her shoulder blades. She narrowed her eyes as she walked into the plane. Not impressive, it was terribly small in fact. She glanced at her seating arrangement, great, she'd probably be stuck by somebody.
The caramel-skin colored girl slid into her seat, glad that it was the window. She reached for the magazine, even though she knew it would be something boring, and she'd have her mind on Cleveland the entire trip anyways. The girl lowered her hat over her eyes and heaved a tired sigh.
"You're not one of those people that's air-sick sometimes, are you?" The voice was young, definitely someone around her age and male. Abby scowled at the window. One thing she'd learned about teen guys, even the ones in the TND, they often had their minds set on one thing. She felt whoever he was hesitate slightly behind her, then slide into the seat next to her. Great. "Sorry...do you want to sleep? I thought maybe we could have a conversation together or something."
That and you want to flirt boy. She thought dryly, and found herself looking up into very blue eyes. The boy who was sitting in front of her...looked terribly familiar. He was gawky, and rather tall. His hair was auburn, and rather messed up, and he had a blue jean-jacket over a white t-shirt. He was also wearing brown pants. It hit her when he put what he had in his hands on, yellow tinted goggles.
Her stomach plumetted somewhere between her shoes. She wasn't ready yet, what the HELL was he doing in France, and she TOTALLY wasn't ready for this yet. (You said that twice dearie) He put on a small smile and said, "Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Hoagie P. Gilligan Junior. Though, most of my friends just call me Hoagie."
I know who ya are. She thought, feeling a strange stab of pain, You just don't know me, Numbuh Two. Abby forced a smile and held out her hand, which he took in a firm handshake. "Abigail Lincoln, you can call me Abby."
"Nice to meet you Abby!" He said, offering her a kind smile that made Abby miss the days of friendship they had. He tipped his head to one side as he regarded her for a moment, then said softly, "Do I...know you from somewhere? You seem kinda familiar."
Yes, I know. Abby thought, but she found herself saying calmly, "Nope, unless it was your dreams."
"Ohhhh, that's where I remember you then!" The boy said, grinning at her happily, more than willing to join this playful banter. Had she started that? FLIRTING? With somebody who used to be a best friend of hers no less! He looked around nervously, and gave her a half-smile, "Can I tell you a secret?"
"Tell Abby somethin' gross and she'll smack you upside the head." She warned, forgetting for a moment that she had technically 'just met' this boy. He tipped his head to one side and smiled at her innocently.
"I'm positively terrified of flying." He said, and let out a nervous chuckle. Abby was just getting over staring at him like she'd been hit in the face, luckily he didn't seem to notice since he was looking at his hands. "Mom says I used to love it when I was a kid, anything about the sky, something I got from my dad. But...well, ever since I turned thirteen I've been terrified of heights..."
He chuckled dryly, and his pale face suddenly lit up with a blush, "Wow, listen to me. I'm sorry, I just met you and totally dumped something really deep in your lap."
"It's okay." Abby decided to say. It wasn't, it broke her heart that Hoagie would hate flying. He'd been the pilot of their team, always ready for a corny joke and a deep love for flying. He ADORED the sky, Abby had been sure he would carry that love with him. Did that mean all of her friends had changed dramatically? Was Hoagie with the enemy now. "Sooo...any local clubs you're part of at home?"
"Hmmm? No, not really. I just hang out with my best friend Wallabee sometimes, but he's been busy with his girlfriend. It's okay though, I don't mind, since they've had chemistry since they first saw each other. Kuki's good for him, and he's good for her. They balance each other out pretty well. Where are you headed?" Hoagie asked, Abby winced at the question.
"Erm, a place called Cleveland?" She asked, and watched his blue eyes stretch wide behind those goggles.
"Hey! That's where I'm from!" He said with a smile, "I'll have to show you around when we get there..." A sudden pinging noise above them signaled...that they take their seat-belts off. Abby blinked with surprise, and Hoagie chuckled, "Wow, you got me through take-off, thanks..."
"Abby didn't even notice it was happening..." She muttered.
(Hoagie)
This was beginning to bother him pretty badly. Badly enough to keep him distracted from flying, which he didn't mind at all. Still, he was getting that feeling that he had MET this girl somewhere. He knew it, somewhere deep inside of his heart, that this wasn't the first place he'd seen Abigail Lincoln.
It gave him kind of the same feeling as when he'd started Driver's Ed. He'd already known how to drive a car, in fact he could have driven a bus, he just...didn't remember ever learning it. He didn't remember learning a LOT of things he knew though. One of the reasons he was actually such good friends with Wally was because both of them couldn't remember much of their childhood. From what Wally said, Kuki couldn't either.
How weird was that?
Hoagie grimaced, after talking for about an hour Abby had politely asked if she could sleep for a bit. Hoagie had said he didn't mind, but he really did. Where do I know you? He thought, furrowing his brow in concentration. He would totally be asleep if it weren't for the fact that this was driving him nuts.
The young boy suddenly felt ill, and leaned forward. That super spicy pepper burrito was NOT a good idea to eat right before flying. The boy got up a little shakily and ran for the bathroom. He'd rather chuck his cookies in a smelly flying latrine than use a paper bag ANY DAY, especially sitting by that pretty girl.
(Abby)
She jerked awake with a very unladylike snort. Abby grimaced, wiping the drool off of her hand and was glad that Hoagie hadn't seen her do any of that. She blinked, wondering where he had gone, then remembered that it kind of wasn't any of her business. Abby sighed, and grabbed for her magizine again.
The plane pitched forward so suddenly that she almost fell out of the seat. The teenager caught her balance at the last second, right before her face made friends with the back of the seat in front of her. With a frown she looked up and her heart nearly stopped.
Nobody was on the plane.
Nobody she could see anyways. Abby jumped up and took off down the aisle, tripping when the plane shook with turbulence again. She caught herself by grabbing onto the seat and stood there feeling slightly idiotic with her heart pounding. She peeked around the corner and almost gasped aloud. Luckily she was kind of trained to be covert.
The passengers were being unloaded, by teens that were DEFINITELY not from the TND. They were wearing B.R.A.'s and the vehicles they were pushing them looked evil. With thick black spikes. Abby narrowed her eyes as the last two passengers, an elderly couple, stumbled on board.
The thing that bothered her, instantly, was the fact that she had been left alone. Nobody had woken her up, and as far as those teens knew she was one of them. So WHY had they decided to leave her on the plane? She got her answer a heartbeat later, when one of the people (who looked taller than the rest anyways) removed her helmet. It was Cree, her sister.
Even after she became a teen her relationship with Cree had remained rocky. The fact that Abby had gotten to stay in France for nearly four years had made her older sister that much more bitter. Abby frowned, Girl you gotta get yourself a life or something.
Abby backed off and ran for the back of the plane as silently as possible. She ripped open the bathroom door and shoved herself inside...and found herself slammed up against a very confused Hoagie P. Gilligan Jr.
(Hoagie)
One second he was sitting with his head between his knees, just getting over the fact that he had probably dumped half of his stomach into the sky, and the next he was pressed against the very beautiful Abigail Lincoln as she forced her way into the bathroom. Their eyes met for a moment, and they just kind of stared at each other.
Because REALLY, what does a guy say when a beautiful girl walks in on him while he's in the restroom. Hoagie cleared his throat, she looked embarassed but also not ready to leave either. Finally, just because there was lack of anything else somebody could even SAY in this situation the teen said nervously, "Well...hi...I guess."
"Shhh..." She ordered softly, "Abby spotted trouble, be quiet."
"Erm...is that why you're in the bathroom with me?" Hoagie thought, blushing a little and wondering just what the guys back home would think of THIS. She shot him a look and sighed heavily. Hoagie was curious though, "What's going on? Somebody hi-jacking the plane or something?"
"Maybe." She grunted, which wasn't the answer he really expected. His stomach twisted nervously with fear. Were they going to die? "Just stay quiet for a bit, okay?"
Hoagie obliged, and tried to move so that the back of his knees weren't slammed so painfully against the toilet. It was very cramped, and very hot in here. Hoagie put his hand over his mouth as a wave of dizziness shook him. "Uh-oh..."
"What? Oh, don't you puke on Abby boy or she'll kick your ass." The beautiful girl snapped, Hoagie only nodded his head quickly with both hands slammed up against his mouth. He decided to think of something else, anything else.
Hmmm, like how did people actually DO it in here? It was so small that he could barely breathe, and yes Abby was pressed against him but it was a rather uncomfortable experience as he felt like he was going to barf all over the place. THAT would be something he'd never get over, never EVER tell his friends either. Plus it would ruin any chance of even a FRIENDSHIP with the pretty girl. Yeah, nothing like puking all over somebodies shoes to make them warm up to ya.
Hoagie gagged. "I need a different train of thought...or should I say different plane of thought..." He laughed a little nervously and she glared at him. Still, he saw the side of her mouth quirk up in a smile at the bad joke, and Hoagie almost grinned for it.
After a few moments the girl opened the door a bit and peeked out. Hoagie felt his light-headedness vanish at the wash of fresh air from out of the bathroom. She slid out quietly and Hoagie stumbled after her. He almost hit the ground, and totally would have if she hadn't caught him by his shirt and hauled him back up. Hoagie felt a flash of embarassment.
"Now where did they go?" Abby whispered, and walked carefully down the aisle. Hoagie blinked in amazement. Where WAS everybody? Were he and Abby on the plane alone?
"Heeeey..." Hoagie asked softly, "Is this one of those shows that pranks people? You know, the one that makes up the scary situations and it all turns out to be a group of friends just teasing their buddy. Are you an actress or something, maybe that's why I recognize you..."
"Hush." Abby said curtly, neither denying his new idea or confirming it. Hoagie blinked as she slid through and peered at the door that would serve as an exit once they landed. "It's closed..."
"Usually they are. I imagine if it had been opened we'd be unconcious from the pressure in the...why do I know this?" Hoagie blinked, he had started yammering out of habit about something he didn't even know he KNEW. Abby shot him a quick glance and leaned forward and wrenched open the door to the cockpit, "Hey I don't think...holy shit."
Fear almost made him sick again, but then his stomach decided it was too scared for even THAT. Hoagie lunged forward and stared at the room like he could make what was wrong with it untrue or something. Abby swore behind him, and Hoagie felt as if he'd tip over and fall unconcious. At least if he was knocked out it wouldn't hurt when he died.
Nobody was in the cock-pit, the plane was going to go down.
Oh no! They're on a plane together, and it's going to crash!
What can they do!?
I know that, but you'll have to wait for the next chapter to find out yourself silly.
:3
Oh, if you're wondering how they got around the air pressure thing, the teens are super high-tech bad-guys. They had some kind of nuetralizer or something. XP
They haven't crashed yet because it hasn't been very long since the pilots were taken off...
How was everybody tricked off?
Eh, it's a KND fic, the adults are never super bright on that. They were told that they were getting coffee or something. XP