Chapter 2
By Jamie Airport 11:30 am
The morning was off to a good start; she had already misplaced her keys before she even got dressed, realized she forgot her toothbrush, and had a splitting headache. But she made it there, and even had time to get the newspaper and a glazed doughnut. She got her boarding pass and settled sleepily into a chair by the window, hypnotically watching the planes lift and land. A man of heavy stature holding a steaming cup of coffee and wearing a Hawaiian shirt two sizes too small that exposed his hairy stomach sat down next to her.
With every breath he took, the rattle of phlegm in his chest could be heard, sending the doughnut she'd just eaten into a gymnastics competition in the pit of her stomach. Then, he started with the hacking. Half disgusted and half in her doctor mode, she turned to him in concern.
"Sir...?" He held up his pointer finger of his right hand and balled up his left over his mouth as he coughed violently. Coffee. Coffee all over her and him.
"I'm so---HACK-HACK---sorr-HACK!" He choked out and handed her a napkin. She frowned as she looked down at her blouse and patted it with the napkin. She then looked lugubriously out the window. She couldn't shake the feeling that fate was out to get her, and while her spiritual side was somewhat threatened, she had the notion that perhaps her character was being tested, either way she was anxious and frustrated.
A woman's voice came over the loud speaker "Flight 218 to New Orleans will be delayed until 1:30, sorry for any inconveniences. There is a food court and coffee bar near gate F-16." Scully looked at her watch, sighed, and closed her eyes.
"So what kind of business to you got in Norlins?" The heavy man asked her.
"Oh, vacation." She replied and closed her eyes again.
"Oh yeah? You don't look like a party gal to me."
"Well, looks can be deceiving." She smiled.
"Yeah. I reckon you wouldn't believe me if I told you I's a marathon runner." He continued ignoring the fact her eyes were closed again.
"Oh." She responded half-listening.
"Well, I ain't!" He burst out into giggles.
"Oh, heh, heh." She feigned.
"Do you got someone there for ya'? 'Cuz I could familiarize you with the city. We could get down."
"Excuse me?"
"No 'fense ma'am. I'm just a man with a lot of loving to give."
"Oh. Well I am meeting someone there. Excuse me." She said uncomfortably and walked to the bathroom to try to get the stain out.
**********************The Plane ride**************************************
Scully struggled to reach the overhead bin to store her bag when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Afraid it was the wheezer, she continued struggling.
"Excuse me, can I help you with that?" She turned and froze. She felt her face grow warm with blood. Before her stood a man with bluish/greenish eyes, a squared jaw, genuine smile, tall, muscular, and gorgeous. He gently took her bag and hoisted it into the bin.
"Thank you." She gleamed.
"No problem. Do you mind if I sit?" "
No, please, do." She smiled as she sat in the window seat.
"I'm Mark Latham." He held out his hand and blushed when he felt hers tremble in his grasp.
"Dana, Dana Scully. Nice to meet you."
"Beautiful name." He smiled baring his perfect white smile. Her eyes lit up as she brushed her auburn hair behind her ears, her eyes locked to his.
"So what kind of work do you do, Dana?" A chill ran through her as he rolled the syllables of her name of his tongue passionately.
"I'm an FBI agent and a medical doctor."
"Really? I'm a pediatric surgeon." He replied with ecstatic interest. Scully shied and her cheeks reddened again as she shared his smile. Her day suddenly got a whole lot better.
By Jamie Airport 11:30 am
The morning was off to a good start; she had already misplaced her keys before she even got dressed, realized she forgot her toothbrush, and had a splitting headache. But she made it there, and even had time to get the newspaper and a glazed doughnut. She got her boarding pass and settled sleepily into a chair by the window, hypnotically watching the planes lift and land. A man of heavy stature holding a steaming cup of coffee and wearing a Hawaiian shirt two sizes too small that exposed his hairy stomach sat down next to her.
With every breath he took, the rattle of phlegm in his chest could be heard, sending the doughnut she'd just eaten into a gymnastics competition in the pit of her stomach. Then, he started with the hacking. Half disgusted and half in her doctor mode, she turned to him in concern.
"Sir...?" He held up his pointer finger of his right hand and balled up his left over his mouth as he coughed violently. Coffee. Coffee all over her and him.
"I'm so---HACK-HACK---sorr-HACK!" He choked out and handed her a napkin. She frowned as she looked down at her blouse and patted it with the napkin. She then looked lugubriously out the window. She couldn't shake the feeling that fate was out to get her, and while her spiritual side was somewhat threatened, she had the notion that perhaps her character was being tested, either way she was anxious and frustrated.
A woman's voice came over the loud speaker "Flight 218 to New Orleans will be delayed until 1:30, sorry for any inconveniences. There is a food court and coffee bar near gate F-16." Scully looked at her watch, sighed, and closed her eyes.
"So what kind of business to you got in Norlins?" The heavy man asked her.
"Oh, vacation." She replied and closed her eyes again.
"Oh yeah? You don't look like a party gal to me."
"Well, looks can be deceiving." She smiled.
"Yeah. I reckon you wouldn't believe me if I told you I's a marathon runner." He continued ignoring the fact her eyes were closed again.
"Oh." She responded half-listening.
"Well, I ain't!" He burst out into giggles.
"Oh, heh, heh." She feigned.
"Do you got someone there for ya'? 'Cuz I could familiarize you with the city. We could get down."
"Excuse me?"
"No 'fense ma'am. I'm just a man with a lot of loving to give."
"Oh. Well I am meeting someone there. Excuse me." She said uncomfortably and walked to the bathroom to try to get the stain out.
**********************The Plane ride**************************************
Scully struggled to reach the overhead bin to store her bag when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Afraid it was the wheezer, she continued struggling.
"Excuse me, can I help you with that?" She turned and froze. She felt her face grow warm with blood. Before her stood a man with bluish/greenish eyes, a squared jaw, genuine smile, tall, muscular, and gorgeous. He gently took her bag and hoisted it into the bin.
"Thank you." She gleamed.
"No problem. Do you mind if I sit?" "
No, please, do." She smiled as she sat in the window seat.
"I'm Mark Latham." He held out his hand and blushed when he felt hers tremble in his grasp.
"Dana, Dana Scully. Nice to meet you."
"Beautiful name." He smiled baring his perfect white smile. Her eyes lit up as she brushed her auburn hair behind her ears, her eyes locked to his.
"So what kind of work do you do, Dana?" A chill ran through her as he rolled the syllables of her name of his tongue passionately.
"I'm an FBI agent and a medical doctor."
"Really? I'm a pediatric surgeon." He replied with ecstatic interest. Scully shied and her cheeks reddened again as she shared his smile. Her day suddenly got a whole lot better.