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An Unwelcome Reunion (Weirdest One-Shots Ever)

"Dear Passengers, we will be leaving the cabin in approximately half an hour to begin our journey to Germany. The plane flight will be 45 minutes in length, so please, stay comfortable, and thank you again for flying British Airlines!"

A man relaxed in his chair, his eyelids becoming exhausted with all these work-related plane flights. He knew this was the last one he need to take in a while, but still, the constant feeling of going from one place to another really rubbed on someone after a while. The plane itself was comfortable enough, since he was in first class due to his company's discounts and special traveling treatment, but it was already eight at night, and he honestly couldn't wait to be in a comfortable with hotel service...yes, the thought of it all was very tempting, and the blonde scratched an irritable itch below his chin. He was thirty-five years of age, with a nice family living in London, one beautiful wife and two young, healthy boys, and he had a very nice place to live in. It wasn't incredibly luxurious, but it was heart-warming, and that was all the man had to have to be satisfied. During these hard times, you could only get what you really give, and that was what the man had done, worked hard to support his family with his mechanical job, and in return had gotten a very good life. The man checked around his seat, and had noticed that not a lot of people had gotten on this flight, which was actually quite odd considering how populated Germany was.

Shrugging, he pulled out his phone to check the weather of Germany, when another man came walking down the plane aisle. This other, who was extremely tall and sturdy, had curly red hair underneath a black cap, and had on a buttoned black jacket. His icy blue eyes flashed back to the flight attendant, who was walking right behind him, and a smile emerged on his face.

"Thank you so much for letting them open the cabin doors, again. I am not usually late for plane flights, but my wife was nagging at me for what seemed like forever, so I guess this time was an exception." The ginger laughed, his freckles bringing out the emotion within his eyes. The blonde found this man very interesting, and the flight attendant could only nod absentmindedly before leaving to go speak with the pilot. Sitting down, the redhead noticed the man he was sitting with, and gave off a friendly grin.

"Hello there. Business, I suppose?" The stranger asked, pointing at the suitcase that was underneath the blonde's seat. The blonde laughed and nodded.

"Yes, third flight today, unfortunately.. What do they expect me to be, a man on wheels?" Both men laughed at this, and the blonde opened the window to see that the stars had started coming out. The night was beautiful that night, and hopefully, the mechanical man's family was having a peaceful night at home.

"I noticed that you have a pair of glasses hanging out of your pocket. Are they for reading?" The blonde pulled out the specs from his front denim jeans pocket and smiled while looking down at the old, ancient glasses. One of the lenses were cracked, and the other one had fallen out.

"These glasses used to belong to a friend of mine. I keep them to help me think whenever I'm troubled."
"Used to?"
"Yes, unfortunately. He passed away a very long time ago, when we were children."

The eyes of the redheaded stranger grew into bright balls of interest, and the stranger smiled softly. "Yes, I remember when I was a child, there was a boy who died that wore glasses...just like those, actually. Coincidental, isn't it?" Laughing and opening a rather large book, the stranger stopped talking to the blonde as his attention drew itself to reading.

The glasses reflected off the ceiling lights of the plane, and they also reflected poor memories of the obese boy that wore them all the time, whenever the blonde was a child. The man remembered that the boy had been treated differently than the other boys, he was humiliated due to his weight, and although his intelligence was beyond theirs, his physical appearance still made room for mocking. None of the other boys liked him, and while the blonde was, at first, the same way, they later became good friends.

"Piggy was always smart to everyone, even smarter than myself," the blonde man whispered, not noticing the man sitting next to him hear that and becoming wide-eyed behind the book. Putting the glasses away and remembering his friend, the blonde sighed contentedly, and waited patiently for the plane to take off.

The plane had taken off with a delayed start, with wasn't too surprising for London weather, but once they were off, everything else became smooth sailing. The flight attendant came around, offering drink requests, and while the redhead didn't drink anything, the blonde wanted a cup of water. With drink in hand, the two men actually socialized on the place, talking about their jobs, where they lived, the weather, the economy, things like that. The blonde had come to realize that, such as he, the ginger had the personality of a leader, talking with a responsible way of putting things and recognizing people for their accomplishments. With the conversation continuing, the redhead had also come to terms that the blonde seemed very familiar, and the blonde would be lying if he said he didn't feel the same way. The glint of the blue eyes, the resembling smirk, and the way of talking. All of these things made the blonde feel as though they had met before...but where?

The man had finished his cup of icy cool water before the plane had eventually landed, since the flight was short in itself, and let all the passengers grab their stuff and leave. The redhead smiled and thanked the blonde for the enjoyable conversation, before taking his suitcases and answering his phone, who apparently was his wife. However, as the blonde was standing up, a business card fell from the other man's suitcase, and the first man had to step down to get it. He pulled it up and read it, only finding his eyes getting wide from the suspense of it all.

Jack Merridew.

The blonde, his blue eyes shining with both hatred and wonder, watched the other man blue with the crowds of people getting off the plane, and it was then that Ralph had never seen the ginger again.