Ok, chapter 2, which is technically chapter one, but who's counting? On with the show and review thankies are at the end!

Disclaimer: (From now on, check chapter one.) I do not own the Lord of the Flies or the Outsiders but I do own a third of Bran. Go Me!


This was all wrong! Rows and rows of seats full of kids…boys… in a sardine can that I had no memory of entering was just…wrong! I looked around and saw a window by my elbow. I gaped outside at the clouds…

"Holy shit," I muttered, "I'm on an airplane! I don't even have fare for the bus, but I'm on an airplane. Where's Steve when you need to shove something in his face and rub it in…"

"Can I help you, Sir?" A lady in a uniform asked

"Thank God! A blonde!" I yelped "How about you and me getting out of here for a while?"

"Sir?" She looked confused "The plane won't be landing for another five hours…"

"Five hours?" I asked, "Where are we?"

"In the south Atlantic," she answered brightly

"South what?" I was so damned confused

"The South Atlantic," she repeated "Flight 1120 from England"

"Flight from England? I can't be on any flight! Especially if it's from England! Darry is going to kill me. Do you have any idea how pissed he is going to be?"

She gaped at me like I had lost it. Well, if I was on an airplane from a country I had never been to, maybe I had lost it. I sank back into the padded blue seat and looked out the window again. It was then I realized someone's bag was on my lap.

"Can I get you anything, Sir?" She asked in a kindly, British accent

"Anything with Alcohol in it," I answered "And if you could, find out what time we're arriving in Tulsa."

"Tulsa?" The word sounded foreign on her lips

"Yeah, Tulsa…you know, Tulsa Oklahoma…The Good old U S of A?"

She frowned at what I had said, like it made absolutely no sense whatsoever. There was a Tulsa and I was going to tell her that, but she spoke first.

"This plane is not bound for the United States."

"Fuck!" I cursed

"Sir, there are children aboard!" She pointed out

"Double Fuck!" I cursed again

"Sir, if you do not desist, I will have to call the Captain back here," she warned

"Can I please have my drink?" I groaned

She cast me one more look before taking off down the isle after something. I had to admit that she looked good in that skirt, but too damn uptight. Whatever happened to the bubbly blondes? That's right! They were all in Tulsa. Lucky Two-Bit. He was probably in my chair reading the stupid book Darry assigned me while Darry told them all how I had met his one chapter expectation. Steve would have a field day with that one.

I looked down at the bag in my lap. It was a backpack type bag, but it only had one strap. I was shocked as hell to see my name on the tag, in my writing. I was the only person who could read my own writing, let alone write my own writing. I looked around before opening it. I nearly laughed when I did.

Sitting right on op of everything where a pair of dog tags. I had no idea where they had come from, but I'd always wanted a pair, minus all the work to get 'em. I threw them over my neck and continued digging in the bag. Peanut butter, picture of a hot blonde, duct tape, gum, underwear, clean shirt, notebook, pens, sunglasses, matches, a little guitar thingy, a deflated ball and that damned book! I couldn't get away from it, not even over the south pacific. Frustrated, I threw it back in and piled everything on top of it. I noticed it didn't shut as well as before, but it would do. I left the smaller pockets for another day when I wasn't so confused.

The stewardess came back about then with a small glass of something in her hand. She looked at me like she wasn't too sure about handing it over, but she did, reluctantly. It turned out to be brandy, something I had never had a liking for, but I figured that it would give me what I needed to calm down and evaluate the situation. Oh God! I was starting to sound like Darry!

I sunk deeper into my chair, miserable that I wasn't where I should be when I caught a pair of brown eyes studying me under a mop of red hair. The Kid couldn't have been more than 11 or 12. He was sitting with other boys all dressed in black capes with black caps to match. I took another sip of my brandy and winked at him over my glass. He raised his eyebrows and turned away from me. I'd harassed enough chicks to know that it did the trick every time and apparently it worked with little boys, too.

When I was done with the brandy, I looked around to discover I was in the last row of seats and there were little kids in the ones in front of me. Not more than two or three, minus red and his friends, where wearing the same uniforms. Uniforms? What stiffs! I wondered if that was one of the reasons why they weren't acting like I knew the gang would on an airplane. They'd probably punt us out not long after Darry had gone hoarse from telling us off. Boy, did I miss my brother. I know I just saw him before I went to sleep, but when you're not where you're supposed to be, things get complicated and you need to have people from home and…one of them was staring at me. This time it was a blonde haired kid with blue eyes. I sat back in my seat and he looked back to whatever he was doing. What was it with these kids? I wasn't all that interesting.

I went to wipe a hand over my forehead and was surprised to find a hat there. I removed it and took a better look at it. It was an officer's hat, like from the old Army movies. I never imagined they were brown. That got me thinking, so I looked down at the rest of my clothes.

"Lady!" I yelled, "I need another drink!"

"Is everything alright, sir?" she asked

"Peachy, just peachy. I'm on an airplane, in a uniform and I don't think it's a joke. I can't be a captain! I can't even get Pony and Soda moving when Darry isn't home! Then try it with Steve and Two-Bit hanging around."

She looked at me, again, like I was going bonkers, so I straightened up and asked for a scotch. She nodded and went off towards the kitchen thingy. The kids where all looking at me, so I put my hat back and wondered how I got stuck in this crummy position.

An hour, three drinks and a lot of getting nowhere later the sky started to darken. The Stewardess must have been ordered to keep an eye on me or something, so she was right there when the first raindrops fell and the lightening came. I could tell by the look on her face that it wasn't good and I ordered the pair of us a couple of doubles. She had a small sip of hers before the plane started to jolt violently. A couple of the littler kids started getting upset and she rushed off to go and settle them down. I considered making a fuss just to get her to come back to my end of the plane, but I didn't want to spoil the connection we were building. I was going to ask for her number as soon as we reached ground. I would never take it for granted again…who was I kidding? I'd probably just go back to living on the couch and forget this crazy adventure.

Suddenly the Plane jolted worse than before and I was glad they'd made us all put on our seatbelts. I grabbed onto the duffle bag and held onto my hat. I didn't know what was happening next, hell I was lost the whole trip, but I was pulled forward in my seat so that the seatbelt was holding me in and I was pushing on the seat in front of mine. I looked out the window and saw the lightening before I figured out we were going down. All I could think was "Oh shit-"


Ok, that's all for now. I plan to get rolling on it again soon, probably next weekend when all my current deadlines are gone (can't wait for that one). But onto the reviews, before I get babbling.

Keira: You're right. This is going to be great! Oh, just you wait until the stewardess isn't around, then Bran will have some fun with the kids. Yeah, you'd love the front cover of our printing. It's the pig's head on the stick with blood coming from the nose, mouth and half-closed eyes. Author died long time ago, so you can skip those. It's longer! I know, doesn't seem like it, but hey. Thanks again and hope you enjoyed!

NittanyLizard: Thanks! I'm really glad you you're enjoying it and that you do see that contrast. It was really fun to design a character to be that way, even if it did take us an hour to come up with his name. If you haven't reviewed it, no big deal. It's the laid back story (it has to be with Bran in it). I was thinking over and over again that it should have been a pop up book so I had to stick it in there. Thanks a lot, it means something to me! I'm really excited for an original crossover, my first. Well, all three of us thank you on Bran and Jhon's behalf. Thanks again and hope you enjoy. I hope to get the chapters longer when we get more into the story.

Any comments are welcome and flames are accepted

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