It should never be said that there aren't characters on 7th Heaven who I like. I used to like Lucy, for example, and when Simon is all angsty he's pretty cool, and Eric can be sympathetic from time to time. And I really liked Gabrielle, and Claire, because Gabrielle was funny and Claire had a great, if short lived, story. Recently, though, my favorite character has been Jill. Jill, for those of you who don't remember, was the pretty woman what Ruthie tried to set Ben up with on the Promenade in the episode "High Anxiety". Since she reacted more or less the way I would in such a situation (running away and calling for security), I felt she deserved her own fanfic.
So here it is. As always, the characters from 7th Heaven belong to the WB and other Hollywood bigshots. The story, of course, is (c) 2003 by Hans the bold.
One: Grounded in Love
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It began on an airplane.
Sort of.
On an airplane, on the ground, the ground being the vast tarmac of Glenoak International Airport. On an airplane, back in coach, squeezed between Mrs. Ellie Mae Marple who was going to visit her three precious grandsons in Topeka (catching the convenient hub through Fort Lauderdale) and Mr. Bob Johnson, an insurance salesman who couldn't afford business class, even on Jet Blue, which it turned out didn't have business class anyway.
Anyway. Airplane on the ground at GIA. Squeezed between the grandmother and the insurance salesman, waiting to take off for Fort Lauderdale, was a man. A broad chested, handsome man with an eternal smile and a rather blank gaze about him, sitting and staring at the tray table in its locked position, waiting for takeoff.
You see, there was the Air India 4:30pm flight to New Delhi ahead of it, and the Aeroflot 4:35pm direct flight to Moscow, plus that Chilean Airways nonstop to Santiago, all ahead of this plane.
GIA was a busy place, you know, being the North American Hub for 94% of the world's international carriers, including Air Canada.
All right, so the man, the handsome man, was squeezed into his seat, waiting.
We'll call him Ben. By a remarkable coincidence, that was his name, too.
So Ben was sitting, thinking of Mary. That was her name, the girl in Fort Lauderdale he was going to fly off and see. It was going to be very romantic, you know, because Mary was a stewardess for Jet Blue, and we all know that any story involving a stewardess has to be romantic, because stewardesses have such romantic jobs.
Ah, amore!
So he was sitting, Ben was, and now that your humble narrator has run out of things to talk about while he was sitting (deciding to mercifully spare you the details of Mrs. Marple's three grandsons and Mr. Johnson's summer sales figures), we can begin out story in earnest.
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"Hey!"
That was Ben. He had just thought of something, an event which he always found very exciting indeed, and now he was frantically unbuckling his seatbelt. Mrs. Marple gave him an odd look, and Mr. Johnson tried to move as Ben struggled to his feet.
A stewardess noticed the commotion.
"Excuse me, sir," she said. "You'll need to stay in your seat. We're about to start taxiing to the runway."
"But I don't love her!" Ben exclaimed. "Don't you see?"
The stewardess, despite her fashionable scarf that not only could be worn while managing a cabin at 30,000 feet but which was also a marvelous fashion accessory to wear to weddings, did not understand.
"That's fine, sir," she said, "but we need to be on our way. Please sit back down."
"But I don't have to go!" exclaimed Ben. "I can stay here! Right here in Glenoak! What am I, an idiot?"
The stewardess, Mrs. Marple, Mr. Johnson, and assorted other passengers all refrained from answering. The stewardess, being wise as well as fashionably dressed, saw and seized her opportunity.
"Would you like to get off the plane, sir?"
Ben's eyes went wide with the sort of glee normally reserved for five-year-olds being offered some form of colorful sugar.
"Would I? Oh, yeah!"
And so the boarding ramp returned, and Ben got off, and the Jet Blue flight to Fort Lauderdale was delayed by ten minutes. This resulted in delays for flights from Air Japan, British Airways, Air Kenya, and the twice-weekly flight of Air Upper Slobovia, which happened to be carrying the ambassador from Lower Slobovia, whose late arrival in the disputed city of Slobovania precipitated a small war.
But all the other passengers were happy.
So here it is. As always, the characters from 7th Heaven belong to the WB and other Hollywood bigshots. The story, of course, is (c) 2003 by Hans the bold.
One: Grounded in Love
* * *
It began on an airplane.
Sort of.
On an airplane, on the ground, the ground being the vast tarmac of Glenoak International Airport. On an airplane, back in coach, squeezed between Mrs. Ellie Mae Marple who was going to visit her three precious grandsons in Topeka (catching the convenient hub through Fort Lauderdale) and Mr. Bob Johnson, an insurance salesman who couldn't afford business class, even on Jet Blue, which it turned out didn't have business class anyway.
Anyway. Airplane on the ground at GIA. Squeezed between the grandmother and the insurance salesman, waiting to take off for Fort Lauderdale, was a man. A broad chested, handsome man with an eternal smile and a rather blank gaze about him, sitting and staring at the tray table in its locked position, waiting for takeoff.
You see, there was the Air India 4:30pm flight to New Delhi ahead of it, and the Aeroflot 4:35pm direct flight to Moscow, plus that Chilean Airways nonstop to Santiago, all ahead of this plane.
GIA was a busy place, you know, being the North American Hub for 94% of the world's international carriers, including Air Canada.
All right, so the man, the handsome man, was squeezed into his seat, waiting.
We'll call him Ben. By a remarkable coincidence, that was his name, too.
So Ben was sitting, thinking of Mary. That was her name, the girl in Fort Lauderdale he was going to fly off and see. It was going to be very romantic, you know, because Mary was a stewardess for Jet Blue, and we all know that any story involving a stewardess has to be romantic, because stewardesses have such romantic jobs.
Ah, amore!
So he was sitting, Ben was, and now that your humble narrator has run out of things to talk about while he was sitting (deciding to mercifully spare you the details of Mrs. Marple's three grandsons and Mr. Johnson's summer sales figures), we can begin out story in earnest.
#
"Hey!"
That was Ben. He had just thought of something, an event which he always found very exciting indeed, and now he was frantically unbuckling his seatbelt. Mrs. Marple gave him an odd look, and Mr. Johnson tried to move as Ben struggled to his feet.
A stewardess noticed the commotion.
"Excuse me, sir," she said. "You'll need to stay in your seat. We're about to start taxiing to the runway."
"But I don't love her!" Ben exclaimed. "Don't you see?"
The stewardess, despite her fashionable scarf that not only could be worn while managing a cabin at 30,000 feet but which was also a marvelous fashion accessory to wear to weddings, did not understand.
"That's fine, sir," she said, "but we need to be on our way. Please sit back down."
"But I don't have to go!" exclaimed Ben. "I can stay here! Right here in Glenoak! What am I, an idiot?"
The stewardess, Mrs. Marple, Mr. Johnson, and assorted other passengers all refrained from answering. The stewardess, being wise as well as fashionably dressed, saw and seized her opportunity.
"Would you like to get off the plane, sir?"
Ben's eyes went wide with the sort of glee normally reserved for five-year-olds being offered some form of colorful sugar.
"Would I? Oh, yeah!"
And so the boarding ramp returned, and Ben got off, and the Jet Blue flight to Fort Lauderdale was delayed by ten minutes. This resulted in delays for flights from Air Japan, British Airways, Air Kenya, and the twice-weekly flight of Air Upper Slobovia, which happened to be carrying the ambassador from Lower Slobovia, whose late arrival in the disputed city of Slobovania precipitated a small war.
But all the other passengers were happy.
