Title: Turbulence
Author: SunReyes sunreyes01@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A trip back from Palm Springs brings Samantha and Jack closer than ever....Pre-Pilot
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the show, or The Bench ;)
*****
I buckle my seatbelt on the airplane and close my eyes, finding little comfort in such a cramped space. Jack sits on the end, giving him extra room to stretch his legs, while I'm stuck in the middle seat on a full flight back from Palm Springs. He offered to switch seats with me, but I figured since I'm smaller, I'd manage for the flight home.
We taxi the runway and I let out a soft breath, wanting to be home already. Thankfully we closed our missing persons investigation. We found out he was living two lives and we managed to track him down and verify he was all right.
"Shit," I groan out, feeling the airplane take off and remembering I left my book in my checked-on luggage. Jack eyes me intently, curious as to my sudden outburst. "My book," I gesture and he nods with understanding.
"Remind me again why you didn't take your bag as a carry on?" He eyes me curiously. He waits until the seatbelt light is off and then stands up to grab his book from his bag.
"There was too much in it," I answer.
"Right," he smirks, oddly amused, and moves to sit back down beside me.
"You're going to read?" I state and fiddle through the seat pocket in front of me for the airline magazine. There isn't much to look at in there. I feel incredibly bored, but there's also a tinge of excitement that our case ended well.
Lately, too many times we've found our missing person deceased. It feels like we don't find them alive often enough, and I'm eternally grateful when the cases do pan out okay.
"I was planning on it." Jack glances my way and realizes how I bored I must look. "Take a nap," he suggests. "I can get you a pillow."
"That's okay."
"You can always use my shoulder," he offers and I'm not sure whether he's serious or joking. The look on his face tells me he's serious, but there's been so much going on lately, I'm not sure what to make of any of it. "Looking forward to the weekend?"
"Not really," I answer with a yawn.
"Not going to see that boyfriend of yours?" Jack eyes me intently.
"I broke it off with him."
"Oh," Jack's look of surprise remains on his face a moment too long.
"What, Jack?"
"I just never understood what you saw in him."
"It was a no-strings-attached relationship," I laugh softly. I'm still baffled that he proposed; it came out of left field. He told me he loved me, but I never returned the sentiment. I guess he felt more than I did. Not once did we ever speak of marriage, and not once would I even consider it with him. He wasn't exactly someone I'd want to spend the rest of my life with. It was fun while it lasted, though.
"You can't tell me it's hard to find guys that want that," Jack teases in my ear.
"You'd be surprised," I answer, glancing down at the magazine before putting it back in the seat pocket in front of me.
I close my eyes, ready to be home and in the comfort of my warm bed. "Come here." Jack lifts the armrest between us, and I watch as he moves his arm behind me to let me rest my head on his shoulder.
"Jack."
"You look tired and I know you don't sleep well away from home."
"Yeah," I yawn, closing my eyes and feeling his warm body against mine.
Author: SunReyes sunreyes01@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A trip back from Palm Springs brings Samantha and Jack closer than ever....Pre-Pilot
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the show, or The Bench ;)
*****
I buckle my seatbelt on the airplane and close my eyes, finding little comfort in such a cramped space. Jack sits on the end, giving him extra room to stretch his legs, while I'm stuck in the middle seat on a full flight back from Palm Springs. He offered to switch seats with me, but I figured since I'm smaller, I'd manage for the flight home.
We taxi the runway and I let out a soft breath, wanting to be home already. Thankfully we closed our missing persons investigation. We found out he was living two lives and we managed to track him down and verify he was all right.
"Shit," I groan out, feeling the airplane take off and remembering I left my book in my checked-on luggage. Jack eyes me intently, curious as to my sudden outburst. "My book," I gesture and he nods with understanding.
"Remind me again why you didn't take your bag as a carry on?" He eyes me curiously. He waits until the seatbelt light is off and then stands up to grab his book from his bag.
"There was too much in it," I answer.
"Right," he smirks, oddly amused, and moves to sit back down beside me.
"You're going to read?" I state and fiddle through the seat pocket in front of me for the airline magazine. There isn't much to look at in there. I feel incredibly bored, but there's also a tinge of excitement that our case ended well.
Lately, too many times we've found our missing person deceased. It feels like we don't find them alive often enough, and I'm eternally grateful when the cases do pan out okay.
"I was planning on it." Jack glances my way and realizes how I bored I must look. "Take a nap," he suggests. "I can get you a pillow."
"That's okay."
"You can always use my shoulder," he offers and I'm not sure whether he's serious or joking. The look on his face tells me he's serious, but there's been so much going on lately, I'm not sure what to make of any of it. "Looking forward to the weekend?"
"Not really," I answer with a yawn.
"Not going to see that boyfriend of yours?" Jack eyes me intently.
"I broke it off with him."
"Oh," Jack's look of surprise remains on his face a moment too long.
"What, Jack?"
"I just never understood what you saw in him."
"It was a no-strings-attached relationship," I laugh softly. I'm still baffled that he proposed; it came out of left field. He told me he loved me, but I never returned the sentiment. I guess he felt more than I did. Not once did we ever speak of marriage, and not once would I even consider it with him. He wasn't exactly someone I'd want to spend the rest of my life with. It was fun while it lasted, though.
"You can't tell me it's hard to find guys that want that," Jack teases in my ear.
"You'd be surprised," I answer, glancing down at the magazine before putting it back in the seat pocket in front of me.
I close my eyes, ready to be home and in the comfort of my warm bed. "Come here." Jack lifts the armrest between us, and I watch as he moves his arm behind me to let me rest my head on his shoulder.
"Jack."
"You look tired and I know you don't sleep well away from home."
"Yeah," I yawn, closing my eyes and feeling his warm body against mine.