Discalimer: I don't own Cabin Pressure or the characters.
The Ghost Of You
6 months earlier.
"Martin, I know that you're nervous, but could you please at least try to relax? I don't see what the big deal is." he could hear her say from the other room. She sounded so calm, so relaxed, so... not like him. How could she not be nervous about this?
"You're meeting my family in less than an hour. I have the right to be nervous." he checked himself in the mirror one last time before walking out to Theresa and put his arms around her. "I know They're going to love you, it's impossible not to, but what if..." he trailed off and kissed her on the cheek. She was right. He was being ridiculous. He had nothing to worry about.
"But what?" she asked and turned towards him, his arms still around her. "You think I won't like them? Is that what you're worried about? Cause I can't promise you that I will like them. But what I can promise you is that I will never stop loving you." Martin smiled a little at her words, but he just had the feeling that somewhow that was not true.
"Can't we just stay here and watch a movie or something. You can meet my family some other time." He really didn't have a good feeling about this.
"We're going." She said and walked over to the closet and took out two skirts that she held out to him.
"I'm not wearing a skirt. They already thing I'm weird." He protested, trying to forget about that bad feeling he had.
"It's not for you. I just want you to chose one of them for me. I can't decide."
"Right. Um... The white one if you're wearing that shirt."
"You think so, wouldn't the red one be better?"
"There would be too much red. The white one is better." he fell down on the bed with a sigh. Why was it so important to do this today? Couldn't it just wait a few days? He watched as she took off the trousers she had been wearing this far and put on the skirt instead. "You have a nice ass." He told her and felt how his cheeks started burning. They had been dating for more than two years and still he couldn't say much to her without blushing. Theresa turned to him and kissed him on his lips. "I know what you're trying to do and it's not working. We're still going to meet your family."
Thirty minutes later they where driving in silence, Theresa texting one of her sisters and Martin deep in thought as he was driving. Maybe if he had been a little more concentrated he would have had enough time to react before a big truck drove into them from the side, Theresa's side.
As soon as the car was standing still it felt to Martin as if everything was going in slowmotion. "Theresa? Theresa, are you okay?" he wasn't entierly sure if he really said it out loud or if he just thought it, either way she didn't answer and that was not good. He tried turning his head towards her, but it hurt too much so instead he lifted his and and searched for her. When he found it he gripped it tight and closed his eyes. He just felt so tired and... he never meant to lose conciousness, but he did.