Okay... here is 2nd chapter... Don't worry, the story will get better!

Rizzo1 - Thanks a lot. This chapter is also a little short. But have the first 6 (I think) chapters written already, but we'll try to make them longer.


Chapter 2

They had just boarded their 2nd plane. They'd had to make a touch down in Heathrow. Fortunately, they'd only had to wait an hour, so Abby had spent the time looking in the souvenir stores while Carter had gotten himself a drink. He knew that Abby didn't drink, but he still thought he deserved one last drink. You never knew if you were able to get good drinks in a war stricken country. And you never knew when you were going to need it. He had seriously been thinking about bringing a bottle of something really strong, but for safety reasons they weren't allowed to bring liquids into the camps.

"Chicken or lasagne?" Both Abby and John looked up at the stewardess.
"I think I'll go with the chicken." She nodded at Abby and looked at John.

"None please. I'm a vegetarian. But do you have any alcohol?" He saw Abby giving him a dead stare as the stewardess nodded, so he quickly looked back up again. "Or you know what? I'll just take a cup of coffee instead."

Abby looked around the plane. He was glad that her x-raying eyes weren't pointed at him. "Do you think all these are volunteers?" She asked him quietly, but not quietly enough. John felt that he was blushing when he noticed the man sitting in front of them moving his head.

"Yeah" He mumbled barely hearable to Abby. "I mean, who else would be stupid enough to fly straight into the middle of a war?"

When Abby didn't say anything, he turned his attention back to his coffee. Sometimes, it seemed like she never thought before speaking. Or maybe it was just because she was blond. Well, not true blond, but highlighted blond. Wasn't this what they called Kinder Egg in school? Brown on the outside but white on the inside.

He felt a blush crawling over his face merely for thinking such things about his wife. But lately she had seemed so reckless and careless to him that even though she was one of the brightest people he had ever known, he confused her bluntness for stupidity more often than he would have preferred to. He sighed and turned his walkman on. It had turned out to be a lifesaver. It isolated him from the world but instead of seeming unsocial he just appeared to be really into music. Or at least that was what he liked to think.

Fortunately, this plane ride wasn't as long as the first one. Not that he minded flying, he just felt awkward being stuck with Abby in that little plane, not knowing what to say or how to act.

"Want a piece of gum?" He actually hated the silence between them, he just didn't want to admit it. So he decided that he couldn't loose anything by making pointless small talk.

"I don't think so." Abby said and he noticed that she was a little pale. "What if we hit a turbulence and it gets stuck in my throat? Thanks anyway." She added. He shrugged his shoulders. Maybe he should just give up. Not just small talking in an airplane, but the whole thing. He felt a sting in his heart while thinking that. Didn't he love her anymore? He regarded her.

She was sucking on her cheeks in that way that looked so funny that she couldn't possibly be aware of that she was doing it. It had always made him warm inside, it was like she let out a piece of herself that only he could see. He sighed again. It didn't make things less complicated that he was actually quite certain that he still loved her.

He decided that the only way to stop thinking about that right now, seeing as she was sitting right next to him, was to fall asleep. He was probably gonna need all the sleep he could anyway, since they wouldn't have too much time to do that, once they got there. Folding his sweater, he put it under his head and quickly drifted to sleep.


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