Ashley couldn't believe her luck, or lack thereof, whichever it was. For starters, her well earned two month vacation in Napa Valley was cut short by a month and a half because her agent was an ass and agreed to begin filming her new movie the next day and failed to let her know until noon the day before.

How does someone NOT tell their only client about shooting schedules until the day before they start a new project? God, Jeff is an ass.

Secondly, hot blonde was actually a sociopath pilot who would probably be flying a plane that was held together with duct tape, super glue and chicken wire. Ashley snorted and rolled her eyes at the image of an El Camino with wings that left a trail of nuts and bolts down the runway as it took off.

I. Am. Going. To. Die. Guess I should have told Ky that, despite her sunny disposition, I do love her and that she can have all of my things. I should have listened to my lawyer when he said that drawing up a will wasn't morbid and asking for trouble that it was merely being realistic.

"God, where is the sociopath anyway?" Ashley mumbled looking at the watch on her arm for what had to be the thirtieth time in the past five minutes.

What could she POSSIBLY have to do that would take this long? Oh, wait, she's gotta make sure that wheel doesn't come off as we're barreling down the runway at break neck speeds. Ugh, do single engine planes even GO break neck speeds? Why the hell didn't I rent a car again? Oh right, because I can't drive. Three DUI's isn't that many, right? JESUS, where is hot…no, no, not hot. Where is Psycho Barbie anyhow?

Spencer pushed through the door leading from the office into the waiting area and saw the huffy brunette checking her watch.

"Alright, well, Miss Davies, if you'd like to grab your luggage and fo-"

"Wait, what? Grab my luggage? To whom shall I give it? Or am I supposed to sit in the cabin with it at my feet? That hardly seems safe, what happens when we crash and there are my bags, slamming all over the place, probably into my face. Isn't there a law against that or something?"

"Against what? Things slamming into your face? Unless it's a fist, I highly doubt there is such a law." Spencer was tired of Diva Davies and her drama and was ready to get in the plane and to the sky. The sooner it started, the sooner it would be over and she could put the drama queen out of her mind.

"As I was saying, if you'd grab your bags and follow me, we can get going. I would hate for the film industry to crash and burn."

"Kind of like we're going to?" Ashley muttered under her breath but Spencer heard and whirled around on the brunette.

"Listen, I'm about as happy having you as a passenger as you are with me being your pilot. So, if you'd please stop the bitching, pick up your shit and follow me, we can get this over with." Spencer turned on her heel leaving Ashley wide eyed in shock and mouth opening and closing.

"And keep your mouth closed, you make an even lousier fish than you do a human."

That was so incredibly…hot. NO! Ashley Davies! That was uncalled for not hot. Do what she said and pick up your shit.

After gathering her two rolling suitcases and two smaller carry-on bags, she trudged through the hallway that Spencer had just vacated and made her way to a set of double doors that. Pushing through them, her nose was assaulted with the smell of airplane fuel and what could only be described as sweaty gym smell as she entered a small hangar.

Griff happened to be walking out another set of doors off to the side and noticed Ashley struggling with her luggage. He jogged up to the actress and reached his hand out to take something out of her arms and lighten her load, she gladly accepted and dropped all four of her cases on the spot and marched over to Spencer, leaving a confused yet star struck teenager in her wake.

"Excuse Miss…Miss…Whateverthehellyournameis. But that was completely inappropriate and unnecessary. I believe you owe me an apology."

Spencer only glanced up from her preflight inspection for a moment before laughing sardonically and resuming the task at hand.

"No, Miss Davies. I owe you nothing of the sort. I believe, Miss Davies, that I am saving your ass in this situation. I believe you owe me a thank you."

"Oh please, a thank you? I'll think about giving you your 'thank you' when we land, in one piece, in LA."

Spencer opened the luggage hold when she saw Griff making his way over to them and reached over to grab one of the extremely heavy bags.

"Good God, how many shoes did you bring with you, Miss Davies? This thing weighs a ton. We'll have to stop for fuel about halfway with all of this…" Spencer looked Ashley up and down, making sure the brunette took note of what she was doing, "weight." Spencer grabbed the other bags and hoisted them into the hold, latching the door shut she looked at the brunette.

Again Ashley was left wide eyed, mouth opening and closing in an attempt to say something to the not so hot anymore blonde, but was again left looking like a fish as no sound came out.

"Again with the fish impression? Are you going for a part in the live action version of Finding Nemo? Because you'd make a great Dory with that face!"

Having finished her preflight inspection of the exterior, Spencer hopped into the cab of the single engine Piper Archer III aircraft and began her preflight checklist while waiting for Griff to bring the tow over to get the plane out of the hangar.

Ashley, having seen Spencer get in, thought it was time she got in as well and opened the passenger door and was trying to figure out where to step up to get in the plane just as Griff hooked the plane up to tow it out of the hangar. Hopping out Spencer raised an eyebrow at the frustrated brunette.

"Stop. Just…just, step back."

"Listen Stacey, I'm perfectly capable of getting in the plane, I'm not a child."

"Spencer."

"What?"

"My name is Spencer."

"Oh, whatever, Spencer."

"But seriously, step back."

"Why?"

"Do you want to leave?"

"YES! Please!"

"Well then, Griff needs to tow the plane out and he can't do it with you standing where you are. So. MOVE!"

Ashley looked to her right and saw the teen attempting to stifle his laughter at her earning another eye roll for his efforts.

"For the love of….Fine, fine, I'm stepping back. Is this an acceptable distance, Stephanie?"

"That's quite alright if you want to get taken down by the tail, Amanda."

After dramatically stepping back to the far wall of the hangar twenty feet away, Ashley waved her hand as if to say 'get on with it' at Griff, the plane was towed out of the hangar. Spencer walked to the opposite side of the aircraft and showed Ashley how to enter the plane without causing it or her any physical damage. She received another eye roll in lieu of a thank you.

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Ashley, seated comfortably in one of the back seats waiting while the plane taxied towards the runway, reached for one of her carry on bags. Not finding it anywhere, she began searching frantically.

"Where the hell is it? I know I had it, I had both with me…where the hell?"

"If you're trying to talk to me, I can't hear you over the engine." Spencer called back. She had heard the brunette, clearly, and she knew what it was that she was looking for. One, or both, of her carry on bags. Both of which were stored, securely, in the luggage hold. Spencer smirked to herself at the thought of Diva Davies having to go an entire four hours with nothing to do except, hopefully, sleep.

The best Davies is a quiet Davies, in my opinion.

"I wasn't talking to you, Sarah. I was looking for my carry on bags. Where are they? You grabbed them from Gerald when he brought them over."

They were on the runway now and Ashley watched as Spencer increased the throttle, causing the plane to shake slightly with the power increase.

"Gerald? Oh, Griff? Yeah, I grabbed four bags from him." Spencer smiled and radioed to the air traffic in the area her intent to take off. A quick visual inspection around them and all was clear for takeoff. Spencer let off the breaks and the plane started down the runway.

"OK, so, what did you do with them?"

"What did I do with what?" Spencer checked her speed, almost there.

"What did you do with my bags?" Ashley was close to hyperventilating now.

Another check of her speed and Spencer pulled back on the yoke, the plane lifting gracefully and climbing higher and higher. Spencer smiled wickedly.

"They're in the luggage hold. Under the cabin. I'm sorry Amber, did you need something in them? You'll have to wait until we stop at the halfway point. Four hours. I hope you didn't need anything in them."

Ashley was well versed in feigning ignorance. She could spot it a mile away. And every word of Spencers was coated with it.

Spencer chanced a look back at the brunette, a smirk playing on her lips.

"You really do like that fish impression, don't you? You do it quite often."