Chapter 2: A/N: Hi guys, so again, this story is based off of a very tragic event. Although I did not really want to do, it was necessary for this story to take shape. Thanks again for reading and please review. Just let me know what you think. Thanks!

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Jules' POV:

I don't want to watch him leave. I don't understand why he keeps on saying "I will love you no matter what." I'm glad he will but why is he saying that? I guess I'll have to wait until he calls me tonight. I should get home before I start a flash flood. My eyes linger on the large private jet that Sam just boarded. A sudden rush of emotions bubble up and I quickly turn and walk away.

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Sam's POV:

I nervously board the jet glancing around for nearby snipers. When I do not find any, I knock on the door of the jet. Two security guards check my ID, frisk me, and then allow me to enter. The General is waiting for me sitting in one of the leather seats. As soon as I look around, I realize that all of the curtains are tightly drawn and no outside light can be seen.

"You were nearly late son." The General says breaking the awkward silence.

"My apologies, sir." I say not making eye contact with him.

The pilot yells to the General, "Ready sir? We've been given the signal to leave."

"Almost," He answers. "My son still needs to be settled in."

He walks over to me and places one hand on my upper arm and the other on my back. He seems to be guiding me to a seat. The body guard takes my suitcase and grabs ahold of my other arm in the same area. Strange tingling sensations originate from where both men touched me. The tingles rapidly carry throughout the far reaches of my body until I am numb. The interior of the plane starts to spin. The world turns blurry and disoriented.

'Crap!' I think. 'Must've had syringe in jacket cuff...'

The world is quickly fading away to blackness. I try my very hardest to stay conscious. I should've known he would do something like this. Despite my best efforts, I crumple to the floor unconscious.

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The General's POV:

I am confident of my plan. As soon as Sam boards my jet everything is perfect as if off of a script. My body guard and I successfully administer the drug without Sam realizing what happened. When my son's eyes roll backwards and he falls into a motionless heap on the floor, I call for my pilot to take off.

"Curtis!" I bark at the guard. "Put him in a seat and buckle him up. Watch for any outside activity; especially from the kitchen."

Curtis does as he is told and places Sam in a leather seat in the middle of my small jet. He
secures the seat belt around him and strides into the kitchen.

'Probably needs more coffee.' I think as I watch him disappear. 'I do too on this long flight.'

A flight to the Ottawa base wouldn't take more than two hours. We are not going to the base though. We are going to Kandahar, Afghanistan. I need him, desperately. I just can't believe I got him to do this! I did discipline him well though. Everything will seem like he's at Ottawa in meetings all day. The only thing I've got to worry about is his stupid fiancé.

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Stewardess' POV:

I cannot believe that I gave the General that drug! What was I thinking? That poor young man. I did not want to cause anyone harm.

"Sheila!" The General yells.

I scurry out of the small kitchen to see what the General needs. He is no longer in the passenger part of the plane but in the cockpit with the pilot.

"Yes sir?" I ask.

"Sheila, I need more coffee. Peppermint mocha. Two creams, three sugars, and a pinch of cinnamon." He says demandingly.

"Yes sir. It may take a few minutes though. The coffee pot is not fully heated yet." I answer.

"Fine. Just get it to me as soon as it's ready." He says sighing.

"Yes sir." I say and walk back to the kitchen.

As I walk by the young man who is slouching up against the window unconscious from my drugs, I slow to study him. He, for one is very attractive with dirty blonde hair and kind face. The color of his eyes remains a mystery as they are shut. A small drizzle of red liquid trickles down his arm. 'Blood' I realize. I shake my head. I taught the General many times about how to properly inject the drug without causing your victim to bleed. Oh, well. I unbuckle the man and pull his t-shirt sleeve up so I can see the injection point. Blood steadily drips down his arm and seeps into his shirt. A wave of sorrow crashes over me.

'I did this' I realize. This innocent, young man is injured and unconscious because of me. I leave the man to rummage around in the back of the plane for the first aid kit which contains disinfectant wipes and a bandage. The coffee is about halfway done so I do not have much time. I make sure that the General is still with the pilot before I walk to the man again. I wipe both of the areas on his upper arms where the syringe had punctured through his skin. As I am trying to apply the bandage, the turbulence increases causing the man to fall into the aisle. I gasp loudly and drop the bandages. The General strides out to see what's going on. He scarcely notices the man on the floor.

Instead he says, "Sheila, why are you out here and where is my coffee?"

"I was coming to tell you that your coffee is nearly done when that man fell into the aisle." I explain finding a quick but solid explanation.

"Ah, I see. I need that coffee." He says and begins to walk back to the pilot.

"Yes sir. Are you just going to leave him there?" I ask.

"Oh, well I suppose that you could just put him back in the seat and re-buckle him." He replies and walks back to the cockpit.

"Yes sir." I say and when he disappears, I quickly bandage the man's wounds.

'He is heavier than he looks. Must be all of his muscles.' I think as I place him back into his seat and secure the belt.

I disappear back into the kitchen. The General's coffee will be ready just as soon as I place the finishing touches on the drink. Walking up to the pilot without glancing at the young man is extremely difficult; especially since I essentially did this. The General just grunts as I hand him his coffee.

'It's going to be a long flight.' I think to myself.

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A/N: Ok, so what'd you think? Is it ok? I know the chapters are short and broken up strangely, but my original chapter 1 was almost 15 pages long and I thought it could stand to be a little shorter. Thanks so much for reading and please review!