Flight 6F3Z

GTF to LAS

8:30 PM

Never fly coach with another alpha.

There is something about being packed in with a hundred different people in a pressurized cabin that really puts someone on edge. Now, add a gloating werewolf and a stinky grandmother women knitting dangerously with silver knitting needles and what do you get?

A very pissed of Marrok.

Sitting pressed up against the window I suppressed a smile. Due to some lightning fast reflexes I managed to nab the window seat. Poor little Bran had to squeeze into the tiny middle seat which happened to be right beside Mrs. Rosemary Debwa. Mrs. Debwa was visiting some of her 'grand-babies' in Billings and for some reason she felt compelled to get handsy with Bran.

"Oh my Mr. Cornick you're very strong," She simmered. "Whats this muscle down here do?"

"Mrs. Dubwa!" Bran gasped flipping my arm rest up while simultaneously attempting to scramble into my seat. A wild look of desperation painted on his face.

He looked good enough to eat.

Shaking my head I decided I no longer wanted to be pressed up against the cabin wall by a sexually harassed werewolf. "Ma'ma I believe I haven't introduced myself." Reaching over Bran's shoulder I offered my hand. "My names Hazel, I am Bran's fiancee and the mother of his unborn child."

Blinking once a magenta hue began to tint her cheeks. "Oh, please forgive me," She stammered. "I saw no ring, and my husband Richard, bless his soul, has been in heaven for ten years, and well your strapping fella there could make a nun change her faith."

Smiling graciously, I awkwardly patted Bran's shoulder. "You're preaching to the choir ma'am, we just can't keep our hands off each other, isn't that right dear?"

I patted his cheek granted it was a little more firmer than necessary but I think it got the point across.

"Ah, young love." She sighed turning her attention back at her knitting. I wonder how she would feel if she knew that he was older than her.

Bran cast a weary look at the horny old women before easing out of my personal space. Which was well considering my wolf was thinking of ways to kill him and they were getting pretty creative.

"Honey," I whispered sweetly. "Next time we take the Jet."

That was to be the original plan but Charles was needed elsewhere he got the jet. From the way Bran was acting it would have been better to wait.

Especially when the turbulence started.

"Ladies and Gentlemen it seems were about to hit some turbulence ahead for the next few minuets or so for that reason the fasten seat belts sign will now be turned on." The captain's voice warbled from the intercom system just before we lost about six feet of altitude. He had time to utter a swear word before the intercom shut off.

"Doesn't really instill confidence does it?" I laughed turning to Bran. "Bran?"

His head was down, bowed really as he stringed together strange words in a rhythmic language. The words didn't sound obscene in fact they sounded quite the opposite. Was he praying?

His hands were clenched tight to the armrests on both sides. He was scared, my eyes scanned the people surrounding us in an attempt to snoop out the danger. The family in front of us kind of looked suspicious I gave a good sniff then recoiled, someone needed to teach that family proper hygiene.

Looking back at Bran the plane rattled violently dropping another few feet. His eyes were facing directly on the headrest in front of him. He looked totally calm but he smelled tense with a sweet undercurrents of fear.

You should kill him.

"Bran." I whispered but he ignored me. "Hey, Bran." Placing my hand over his I pinched his wrist.

Lightning fast he flipped his hand, releasing the arm rest, he gripped my wrist. "Wow, calm-," The plane shuttered this time we rose a couple feet but it wasn't like I noticed. As the plane rattled Bran's hand on my wrist constricted. "Bran let go of my hand." I growled angrily as his grip continued to tighten but he continued to not hear me. Tugging back, I used my other hand to try and pry his fingers back but they seemed to be cemented there.

The plane gave a violent shudder before going weightless. I felt my body tug against the seat belt as I seemed to hover. Snapping my head in Bran's direction I smiled, a look of pure terror was painted on his face. Fear saturated the air to the point of near suffocation and Bran's scent added his contribution. He was afraid of the turbulence! Just then the pilot seemed to awaken from whatever nap he had taken and pulled the nose of the plane up.

There were shrill screams and for some reason mine was the loudest.

I don't really remember what happened after that. Not proud words, but when I came to I was leaning quite heavily on Bran. Crap, I must have fainted. Pulling away from Bran I jostled my wrist, white pain flared and black dots speckled my vision.

"Do not move." Bran murmured in his Alpha voice, I stilled. "She's alright but perhaps you can ask a flight attendant for a Ginger Ale?"

"Of course dear." Mrs. Dubwa simmered.

The sound of her standing signaled her departure. Looking down at my wrist I assessed the damage. A ring of bruised flesh encompassed my wrist which was just beginning to swell. I tried to wiggle my fingers but they wouldn't heed my commands.

"Its broken." Bran sighed taking my wrist in his hands, I bit back a cry. "The bones displaced and it's is already trying to knit itself together."

"What does that mean?" I whispered harshly.

"It means that I have to re-align it before it heals improperly." He whispered while delicately examining my wrist.

"Then do it." I growled looking up. I was still leaning against him. From this angle my chin was resting on his shoulder.

I could easily rip out his throat.

"Its going to hurt," He growled. "Some of the bone it already mended, it will draw attention."

"Then take me to the bathroom." I gasped as I accidentally shifted my shoulders.

He nodded and helped me up just, then Mrs. Dubwa returned with a plastic glass of Ginger Ale and a flight attendant.

"Is everything alright." The flight attendant asked concern lacing her voice.

"Yes." Bran said with a winning smile. "My fiancee is just feeling sick."

A knowing look crossed Mrs. Dubwa's face. "The Baby?"

"What-," I started dumbstruck but Bran cut me off.

"That morning sickness just doesn't know when to stop." He patted my head and pulled me closer. "Right, Honey."

Remembering what I had told Mrs. Dubwa earlier, I made a very convincing grown. "Bathroom." I uttered weakly.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The flight attendant gasped making a beeline straight to the restrooms at the front of the plane. She held the door open for us the closed it tightly behind us. Bran locked the door.

Like all other airplane restrooms it was smaller than a broom closet, just big enough for a toilet and sink.

Bran flipped the toilet seat down. "Sit." I followed as ordered mostly because there wasn't much else I could do. The room was small, Bran and I were not delicate people. After he sat me down he began to take off his belt.

"What are you doing?" I growled holding my hand tighter to my body.

Once he got his belt free he folded it in half. "Its going to hurt this will keep you from screaming or doing damage to your teeth." He held the belt to my mouth I eyed him warily before biting down on the leather. It smelled like him.

Kneeling in front of me he stretched my arm out.

"I'm sorry." He looked me in the eyes apologetically, I looked away.

I heard the bone braking before I felt it. There was a small crack before the pain ran up my arm. I bit down hard on the belt in my mouth to silence the scream building in my throat.

"Your doing excellent." He murmured soothingly just like he would during the first few times he walked me threw the change.

What was he doing? I growled angrily into the leather. He seemed to grinding my wrist back and forth almost like he was trying to break it more.

My free hand flew out and went for his throat. As if sensing my attack he stood and deflected my attack with his knee. Using that same knee he pinned my hand to the wall and sat on me pinning my legs in place. He continued to work on my wrist. Biting down harder on the belt I sawed my molars through the thick leather.

"There," He stood up and released me. "That should hold until it until I can find something better."

I spat out the belt and let it fall to the ground. Looking down at my wrist I examined the makeshift splint holding my wrist together. It was made up with one of the 'in case of emergency' pamphlets and tied together with some of Mrs. Dubwa's fancy knitting yarn. It was crude looking but it would hold.

I opened my mouth to thank him but found my throat was too raw to speak. I looked up at Bran alarmed, he merely laughed.

"Silents is the best thanks I could ever hope for, from you."

I shot him an evil eye before shutting my mouth. Technically it was his fault in the first place, I would be sure to mention that in the future. Bran bent down to retrieve his belt but found that it was in two pieces. Holding them up you could see that human teeth had gnawed threw it.

I smiled.

We reached LAS at 10:30 on the dot which was great considering our near brush with death, some of us closer than others. It was raining which was not that uncommon this time of year. Rain was a good thing, not only because it helped get threw the drought season but that it acted like a gigantic car wash, washing away the dirt and grime that hot desert wind sends flying.

It also cooled the otherwise sweltering heat which was great considering I was wearing a coat. The coat was Bran's, I was a Las Vegas native I knew I wouldn't need a jacket so I didn't carry one on the plane with me. Bran had brought his because he used it like a man purse storing all his essentials in the many pockets. He had asked the fight attendant to grab it after he realized that my little splint would draw attention. She fawned over use for the rest of the flight. Rosemary asked us to name our child (if it was a boy), after her husband; Richard.

After collecting our bags we were accosted by a man holding a sign with my last name on it.

"Cool." I grinned turning to Bran. "I didn't know you would spring for a chauffeur."

"I didn't." Bran growled just as the chauffeur spoke up.

"Mr. Kane sent me, he desires your company Ms. Gray."

My face went blank as I struggled to hide my emotions. "Lead on."