Carry On My Wayward Children

by WanderingChild500

Gavroche Thenardier's mother was killed by a demon on the day he turned six months old. After that his father raised him and his sister Eponine to be warriors against the supernatural. But when Gavroche goes to collage he leaves that life behind. But when Eponine shows up and tells him their father is missing he is forced back into the life. DISCONTINUED

4. Phantom Traveler

Supernatural isn't mine and neither is Les Miserable

Chapter 3. Phantom Traveler.

Eponine lay asleep in the motel room she and Gavroche had rented for the night. The door of the motel opened quietly, but not quietly enough. Her eyes shot open and she reached under her pillow remaining as still as possible.

"Morning, sunshine." It was just Gavroche. Eponine moaned and sat up.

"What time is it?"

"About 5:45." Gavroche said, setting down the two cups of coffee and box of doughnuts he had bought .

"In the morning?"

"Yep."

Eponine let out another moan. "Did you get any sleep last night?" She asked.

"Course I did."

Eponine glared at her brother.

"Liar. I was up at three and you were watching the George Foreman infomercial."

"It was riveting." Gavroche replied sarcastically.

"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?"

Gavroche shrugged. "A little while. It's not that big of a deal."

Eponine stopped, pulling out a fresh pair of jeans from her bag, and stared at her brother. "Yes, it is a big deal."

Gavroche rolled his eyes. "Listen, I appreciate your concern…"

"Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive. So I need you sharp. What is it, you still having nightmares about Jess?"

Gavroche sighed and went to sit on the bed across from Eponine's, handing her one of the coffees which she accepted gratefully.

"Yes, but it's not just her. I forgot how much this line of work gets to you."

"So? You've just got to learn not to bring it home."

"You mean none of this stuff keeps you up at night?"

Eponine shook her head, taking a sip of coffee.

"You mean that you are never ever afraid?"

Eponine shrugged. "No, not really."

Gavroche smirked, reached over to Eponine's pillow, and pulled out the large knife that was hidden underneath it, holding it up. Eponine grabbed the knife from Gavroche and tossed it onto the bed.

"That is not fear, that is precaution."

"Right."

"I'm serious, I'm a beautiful young woman. I need to protect myself."

Gavroche rolled his eyes and pulled out a doughnut. "Whatever floats your boat." Eponine was about to grab a doughnut herself when her phone started ringing. She picked it up and looked at the number. It wasn't one she recognized. She flipped the phone open.

"Hello?"

"Eponine, hi. It's Jerry Panowski." Eponine frowned. "You and your dad helped me out a few years back." Eponine suddenly remembered the name.

"Oh yeah, that Poltergeist up in Mansfield, Pennsylvania. It's not back is it?"

"Thank God, no." Jerry sounded tired. "But it's something else and I think it could be a whole lot worse." he said gravely.

"What is it?"

"Could we possibly talk in person?"

"Yeah, I'll be there soon." Jerry gave Eponine the address of where he wanted to meet and the siblings hit the road.

Several hours later, the siblings were walking with Jerry to his office. He worked for an airline company. "I ought to be doing you two a favor and not the other way around." Jerry turned to Gavroche. "Eponine and your dad really helped me out."

"Yeah, she told me what happened, poltergeist right?"

"Damn right it was a poltergeist. It nearly tore our whole house apart. If it wasn't for you, my family and I wouldn't be alive." He cast a grateful smile at Eponine.

"So, your dad said that you were off to

college, right?" he asked Gavroche.

"Yes, but I'm taking some time off."

"He sounded really proud of you. Talked about you all the time."

Gavroche frowned. "He did?"

"He did, I tried to get ahold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing anyway?"

Eponine and Gavroche exchanged a quick glance. "He's… wrapped up in a job right now." Eponine said quickly.

"Well, we're missing the old man, so we get Gavroche. Seems like a pretty fair trade."

Eponine chuckled. "Not by a long shot."

They had now reached Jerry's office.

"So, I got something I need you guys to hear." Jerry pulled out a CD and placed it in his computer. "When I heard it, it sounded like something up your alley. Usually I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit recorder for United Britannia, Flight 2485. It was one of our planes." Jerry pressed play. Gavroche and Eponine could make out the pilot calling mayday over the heavy static. Then the static and voice cut out and were replaced by an animal-like roar, before it ended.

Eponine and Gavroche looked at each other.

"The plane took off from here and crashed about two-hundred miles south. They're calling it a mechanical failure, but the cabin depressurized somehow and no one knows why. There were over one hundred people on board and seven got out alive. The pilot was one of them, his name is Chuck Lambert and he's a good friend of mine. Chuck was pretty shaken up by what happened, he thinks that it was somehow his fault."

"You don't think it was." Gavroche said.

"No, I don't."

"Jerry, we're going to need a passenger manifest and the list of survivors."

"We'll also need to see the plane wreckage." Eponine put in.

"First two are no problem. But the wreckage, the NTSB has it locked down in some evidence warehouse and I don't have that kind of clearance."

Eponine nodded. "No problem."

Three hours later Gavroche found himself outside of a copy store waiting for his sister. When Eponine finally came out she walked over to Gavroche, pulling two items from her jacket.

"What took you so long?" Gavroche asked, slightly irritated. Eponine held up the freshly made Homeland Security badges she had just made.

"You can't rush perfection, Gavy." Gavroche took the badge with his picture on it.

"Homeland security? This is pretty illegal, even for us."

"Well, it's something new. Something that people haven't seen it a thousand times. The pair got into the Impala and Gavroche pulled out his laptop. While Eponine had been making their badges, Gavroche had been looking at the information that Jerry had given them.

"So what yeah got so far?"

"There is definitely EVP on the recording, listen." Gavroche slowed down the recording and played it. Eponine listened closely.

"No survivors."

Gavroche stopped the recording.

"No survivors? What the hell was that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors."

"You got me."

"So what are you thinking, haunted flight?" Gavroche shrugged.

"Maybe. There's been a long history of spirits and death omens on planes, ships. Phantom travelers, or, remember, Flight 401?" Eponine nodded; what hunter didn't know about Flight 401?

"Flight crashed, the airline salvaged some of the parts and put them in other planes, then the spirits of the pilot and co-pilot haunted those planes."

"Maybe it's a similar deal." Eponine nodded and grabbed the list of survivors.

"So which one do you want to talk to first?"

"The third one down." Gavroche said, pointing at the paper, "Max Jaffrey."

"Why him?"

"One, he's from around here. Two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did."

"What makes you say that?" Eponine asked.

"I called his mother, she told me where to find him. Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital."

"Great." Eponine said, handing the paper to Gavroche and starting the car, "Let's go to the loony bin."

Eponine and Gavroche went to the psychiatric hospital and met with Max. He was still recovering from injuries sustained in the crash, but other than that he seemed completely competent.

"I don't understand, I've already spoken with Homeland Security."

"Yes, well some new information about the crash has come to light, so we just need you to answer a few more questions." Eponine said.

"Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything unusual?" Gavroche asked.

"Like what exactly?"

"Strange lights, weird noises, voices maybe?" Max looked at Eponine and back at his feet.

"No, nothing like that."

"Mr. Jaffrey, you checked yourself in here right?" Max nodded.

"May I ask why?"

"I was a little stressed out, I had just survived a plane crash." Eponine nodded.

"And that's what terrified you, that's what you are afraid of?"

"I don't want to talk about this anymore." Max said, getting defensive.

"Maybe you did see something," Eponine pressed on, "we need to know what you saw."

Max shook his head. "No, I was delusional, seeing things."

Eponine looked at Gavroche skeptically.

"It's ok, you can tell us what you thought you saw." Gavroche said gently. "Please." Max was silent for a moment, trying to come up with the words to describe what he saw.

"There was a guy and he had these, eyes, these black eyes and I saw him, or I thought I saw him…" Max stopped, scared to continue.

"What?"

Max sighed. "He opened the emergency exit. But that's impossible, I looked it up, there's about two tons of pressure on those doors."

"This man- did he just seem to appear and disappear rapidly, sort of like a mirage?" Gavroche asked.

Max looked at him strangely. "No, what, are you nuts? The guy was a passenger, he was sitting right in front of me."

Eponine and Gavroche left after that with the new information. They now knew that they weren't dealing with a ghost, so that took away several of their theories for what happened. Gavroche looked at the passenger manifest again and found the name of the person sitting in front of Max. Their next stop was to pay a visit to the man's widow.

"Here we are. George Phelps, seat 20C." Gavroche said as they pulled up to the man's house.

"You know, I don't care how strong you are. Even if you were yoked up on PCP, there is no way you could open up an emergency door in flight."

"Not if you're human. Maybe we're dealing with a creature of some sort, in human form." Eponine looked at the house across from them. It was the definition of cheesy suburban living, complete with a wishing well and an overflow of flowers. The pair walked up to the house and knocked on the door. George's widow answered and soon Gavroche and Eponine were sitting in the living room. Gavroche picked up a picture from the coffee table and inspected it.

"Is this your late husband?"

She nodded. "Yes, that was my George."

"And you said that he was a dentist," She nodded. "He was on his way to a convention in Denver. Did you know that he was petrified to fly?" She shook her head, a tear running down her face. "For him to go like that…" She was too emotional to continue.

"How long were you married?" Gavroche asked.

"Thirteen years."

"All that time did you ever notice anything strange about him? Anything out of the ordinary?"

The widow thought for a moment. "Well, he had acid reflux. if that's what you mean."

Eponine and Gavroche left the house with no more answers to what they were dealing with. "Well it goes without saying, it just doesn't make sense."

"Yeah, well a middle aged dentist with an ulcer isn't really evil personified."

Eponine stopped in front of the Impala for a minute. "You know, we really need to get into that NTSB warehouse and get a look at that wreckage."

"Ok, but if we go that way, we better look the part."

Eponine frowned,

"What?"

Eponine followed Gavroche out of the tailor's, grimacing- she now sported a black pantsuit with matching black heels. Gavroche was dressed the same, but he had a tie.

"I look ridiculous." Eponine said.

"No, you don't. You should put your hair up in a bun though, that way you'll look sophisticated."

"I hate this." Eponine said pulling her hair into a quick bun.

"You want to get into that warehouse don't you?"

Eponine pulled up in front of the warehouse. She glanced at Gavroche, who nodded. The pair got out of the Impala and entered the warehouse. They stopped at the security desk and flashed their badges. The guard nodded and let them in. Inside the warehouse, they had laid out the pieces of wreckage on an outline of a plane. Eponine pulled out what looked like a modified Walkman out of her pocket.

"What is that?" Gavroche asked.

"It's an EMF reader, it reads electromagnetic frequencies."

"Yeah, I know what an EMF reader is. Why does that one look like a busted up Walkman?"

Eponine smiled, and put the earpiece in, "Because that's what I made it out of. It's homemade." Eponine turned it on and held it up to the wreckage. It was silent until they reached the twisted piece of metal that used to be the emergency door handle near the back of the plane. Then it lit up and started whining.

"Check this out." There was some sort of residue on the handle, and Eponine rubbed some of it off with her fingers. "What is this stuff?"

"One way to find out." Gavroche took out a small knife and a plastic baggy and scraped off the material.

Meanwhile, outside, the real Homeland Security agents had just shown up. The security guard frowned,

"Homeland security? What, one team of you guys isn't enough?"

"What?"

"Two of your buddies went inside not ten minutes ago."

The security guards and agents took off running for the warehouse. Gavroche and Eponine looked at each other when they heard them coming and ran for the back exit, getting through it just as the real agents burst into the room. Outside, Eponine peeked out from behind a corner and nodded to Gavroche. The pair started walking casually to the gate when an alarm went off. The siblings started running. When they reached the gate, Eponine threw her jacket over the top of the barbed wire and Gavroche climbed up and over. Eponine had a bit more trouble because of the heels, but was able to get over. Gavroche grabbed the jacket while Eponine ditched the shoes.

"Lets get out of here." And they were off again.

Eponine and Gavroche took the sample of what they had found on the wreckage to Jerry, who examined their find under an electric microscope.

"Huh, this is sulfur."

"What?"

"Take a look for yourselves." A crash came from outside. "Now if you excuse me, I have an idiot to fire."

Eponine moved and looked into the microscope. "Hmm, you know there aren't too many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue."

"Possession?"

"That would explain how a mortal man got the strength to open up the door."

"If the guy was possessed, it could be possible."

"This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup, it's one thing to possess a person, but to use them to take down an airplane…" Eponine sighed and shook her head.

"Have you ever heard of something like this before?"

"Never."

Meanwhile, up in the air, Chuck Lambert was flying a two-prop plane with a friend. It was his first time up since the crash. He turned to his friend.

"Hey, how long have we been up?"

The other man looked at his watch. "Forty minutes."

Chuck smiled "Time sure does fly." Chuck suddenly brought the plane into a nose dive.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Chuck elbowed the man in the face, knocking him unconscious. His eyes turned completely black and he smiled darkly.

"No survivors."

The plane landed in an corn field, going up in flames.

Eponine and Gavroche sat in their motel room, different lore books strewn all around. Gavroche was typing on his laptop while Eponine read through one of the books,

"So every religion in every culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession." Gavroche leaned back in his chair, "Christian, Native American, Hindu, you name it."

"Yes, but none of them describe anything like this." Eponine slammed the book closed.

"That's not exactly true. According to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, natural and man made. One can cause earthquakes, another causes disease."

"And this one causes plane crashes?" Eponine stood up, "So we've got one that's evolved with the times and is ratcheting up the body count?"

Gavroche nodded. "Who knows how many planes its brought down over the years before this one."

Eponine gave a small laugh.

"What?"

"I don't know man, this isn't our normal gig. Demons, they don't want anything except death and destruction. This is big, I really wish dad was here."

"Me too." Eponine's phone started to ring. It was Jerry.

"Hey Jerry,"

"Listen, my pilot friend," Jerry paused- he sounded upset. "Chuck Lambert is dead."

"Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?"

"Chuck and one of his buddies went up in a small twin engine, about an hour ago. Plane went down."

"Where did it happen?"

"60 miles west of here, near a town called Nazareth."

"Well, I'll try to ignore the irony in that."

"I'm sorry what?"

"Nothing, we'll catch up with you soon." Eponine hung up and turned to Gavroche.

"Another crash?"

"Yep."

"Where?"

"Nazareth." Eponine and Gavroche headed to Nazareth and inspected the plane crash. Like before, they found the same residue on the plane. They took it back to Jerry, who confirmed what they thought. It was sulfur.

"Okay, so that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. It sounds like this demon was after him."

"With all respect to Chuck, if that's the case then it would be the good news."

"What's the bad news?" Eponine asked,

"Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into the flight. And so did flight 2485."

"What does that mean?" Jerry asked.

"It's biblical numerology. You know Noah's Ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death."

"I went back, there have been six plane crashes in the last decade that all went down forty minutes in."

"Any survivors?" Gavroche shook his head,

"No. Not until now. Remember what the EVP on the cockpit voice recorder said?"

"No survivors." Eponine realized what that meant, "It's going after all of the survivors. It's trying to finish the job." Eponine and Gavroche got on the road as soon as possible. They had to get rid of the demon before it could kill the rest of the survivors.

"Really? Well, thank you for taking our survey and if you do plan to fly, don't forget your friends at Britannia Airlines." Gavroche hung up his phone, "So that takes care of Larine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway, they don't plan on flying anytime soon."

Gavroche crossed those names off the list of survivors.

"That means our only wild card is Amanda Walker, a flight attendant."

"Right, her sister Karen said that her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight P.M. It's also her first night back on the job."

"Just our luck."

"Eponine, it's a five hour drive. We won't make it. Even with you behind the wheel."

"Try Amanda's cell again, try to head her off the pass."

Gavroche ran a hand through his hair. "I've already left her three messages, Ep. She must have turned her cellphone off."

"We're never going to make it."

"Oh, we'll make it."

Eponine started the accelerator and they took off.

The siblings ran into the Indianapolis airport with half an hour to spare. Gavroche looked at the flight board and found Amanda's flight.

"There, they're boarding in thirty minutes."

"Ok, we've still got some cards we can play. Find a phone." They found the airport service phone.

"Gate thirteen, please." Eponine said. "I'm trying to contact Amanda Walker, a flight attendant on flight 424."

"This is Amanda Walker," A female voice said.

"Ms. Walker, hi. This is Dr. Jane Headsfield from Saint Francis Memorial Hospital, we have a Karen Walker here."

"A Karen?"

"Nothing serious, just a minor car accident. But she was injured."

"That's impossible, I just got off the phone with her."

"You what?"

"She's at her house, cramming for finals. Who is this?" Amanda asked angrily.

"Um, well, uh. There must be some mistake."

"How did you know I was here? Is this one of Vincent's friends?"

"Guilty."

"This is unbelievable." Amanda was pissed off now.

"He's really sorry."

"Tell that sorry son of a bitch to mind his own business and leave me alone."

"He really needs to see you tonight though…" Amanda cut Eponine off.

"It's too late."

"Seriously the guy is a mess. It's kind of pathetic really."

"Really?" Amanda paused. "Tell him to give me a call when I land." Amanda hung up the phone.

"Dammit." Eponine hung up the phone.

At gate thirteen Amanda walked down the jetway, stopping to say hello to the co-pilot. Behind her a cloud of black smoke peaked out from an air vent before disappearing again.

Back at the entrance, Eponine and Gavroche were trying to come up with a new plan of attack.

"I was so close." Eponine said angrily.

"Plan B, we need to get on that plane."

"Just hold on a second."

"Ep, the plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers and if we're right it will crash."

"I know."

"Ok then, we need to get on the plane, find that demon and exorcise it. I'll get the tickets, you go get anything that will make it past security from the trunk. Meet me here in five minutes." Eponine didn't move.

"You ok?"

Eponine bit her lip, "No not really."

"Why, what's wrong?"

Eponine looked around. "I sort of have a problem with…" She stopped.

"Flying?" Eponine nodded, "Really?"

"Well, it's never really been an issue until now."

"You're joking right?"

"Does it look like I'm joking?" Eponine spat out angrily, "Why do you think I drive everywhere, Gav?"

Gavroche looked at his sister, she actually did look scared, "Alright then, I'll go."

"What, no!"

"I'll just do this one on my own."

"Are you nuts? You said it yourself the planes going to crash."

"Look Eponine, we can do it together or I can do it myself. I'm not seeing a third option here."

"Oh, come on. Really?" Eponine looked around nervously. "Fine."

Twenty minutes later Gavroche was sitting next to a terrified Eponine on the flight as it prepared to take off. Eponine was looking through the safety folder. He smiled at the sight of his older sister, who could kill any creature without blinking, shaking in her seat while taxiing on a runway. They hadn't even left the ground yet.

"Just try and relax."

Eponine cast a glare at Gavroche. "Shut up." She whispered harshly and went back to reading the safety booklet. She put the book away when the plane started to speed up and gripped the armrests of her seat as hard as she could.

A little while later Gavroche turned to his sister who had her eyes closed and was very tense.

"Why are you humming Metallica?"

"It makes me feel better." Eponine went back to humming quietly, Gavroche shook his head.

"Look, I know you're nervous, but you have to stay focused."

Eponine opened her eyes and turned to her brother and nodded.

"We've got thirty-two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or the person it's possessing anyway, and perform a full-on exorcism."

"And on a crowded plane. That'll be easy." Eponine replied gravely, casting a glance around the cabin.

"One step at a time. Now, who is it possessing?"

"Well it will usually be someone with a weakness, you know, a chink in the arm that the demon can worm through. Someone with an addiction or and emotional distress."

"Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash, if I were her, I'd be pretty messed up." Eponine nodded in agreement. Just then one of the flight attendants walked by,

"Excuse me, are you Amanda?" She shook her head and kept going. Eponine looked towards the back of the plane where the other flight attendant was.

"That, must be Amanda back there, so, I'll go talk to her and get a read on her mental state."

"What if she's already possessed?"

"There are ways to test that." Eponine reached into her duffle and pulled out a bottle of water.

"I brought holy water." Gavroche grabbed it and stashed it in his coat.

"No, I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed, she will flinch at the name of God."

"Huh, nice." Eponine quickly unbuckled and got out of the seat.

"Hey,"

"What?" Eponine asked, leaning forward.

"Say it in Latin."

"What?"

"Uh, in Latin, it's Cristo."

"Dude, I know I'm not an idiot." Eponine replied angrily. On the way to the back of the plane, it hit some turbulence causing Eponine to flinch. She was never going to fly again in her entire life, not for a million bucks. Eponine finally reached the back cabin, where Amanda was setting up the drink cart. She smiled,

"Hi."

"Hi," Amanda replied, "Can I help you with something?"

Eponine shook her head. "Oh, no. I'm just an uneasy flyer. It makes me feel better to walk around."

"Oh, it happens to the best of us."

"Well being a stewardess, it must come easy for you."

Amanda let out a chuckle. "You would be surprised."

"Really, you're a nervous flyer?"

Amanda shrugged. "Yeah, maybe a little bit."

"How is it that you are a stewardess, but you're afraid to fly?"

"It's kind of a long story."

"Right, sorry."

"It's ok." Amanda replied kindly.

"Have you ever considered other employment?"

Amanda shook her head. "No, everybody is scared of something. I'm not going to let that hold me back." Eponine nodded, under her breath she whispered.

"Cristo."

"Sorry did you say something?"

Eponine looked up at Amanda. "Uh, Cristo?" Nothing happened.

Amanda looked at Eponine strangely.

"Yeah, uh, nice talking with you!" With that Eponine hurried back to her seat.

"Well, she has to be the most adjusted person in the history of forever." Eponine said when she got back to her seat.

"So there's no demon in her?"

"No demon in her, there is no way a demon could get in her."

"So it could be anyone." The plane hit another patch of turbulence, Eponine grabbed her seat, terrified.

"Oh, come on, that can't be normal." she whimpered.

"It's just a little turbulence." Gavroche said calmly.

"Gavroche, this plane is going to crash. Quit treating me like I'm four."

"You need to calm down."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I can't." Eponine was getting more and more nervous by the minute.

"You can."

"Dude, stow all the touchy feely yoga crap, it's not helping."

"Listen to me." Gavroche said, "You are wide open for demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down right now."

Eponine looked at her brother, then took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly.

"Good." Gavroche pulled out the journal, "Now I found an exorcism in here that I think is going to work. It's the Rituale Romanum."

"What do we have to do?"

"It's two parts. The first one expels the demon from the victim's body and makes it manifest, which actually makes it more powerful."

"More powerful, how?" Eponine squeaked.

"It doesn't need to possess someone, it can just wreak havoc on its own."

"And why is that a good thing?"

"Well, the second part sends the bastard back to hell, once and for all."

"First things first, we've got to find it." Eponine got up again and walked through the cabin with the EMF detector. So far it read nothing. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around.

"Anything?" Gavroche asked.

"Nothing. How much time do we have?"

"Fifteen minutes. Maybe we missed somebody."

"Or maybe it's just not on the plane."

"You believe that?"

"I will if you will." All of the sudden the EMF reader flashed red. Eponine looked ahead and saw the co-pilot emerge from the front lavatory.

"What, what is it?"

"Cristo." Eponine said. The co-pilot stopped and turned around, his eyes were completely black.

They had found the demon.

Eponine and Gavroche walked towards the back of the plane.

"We need to tell Amanda what's happening." Eponine said.

"She's not going to believe us."

"Twelve minutes, dude." Eponine replied.

Amanda turned when she heard Eponine and Gavroche coming. "Oh, hi, the flight's not to bumpy for you I hope."

Gavroche closed the curtain, cutting off the back from the rest of the cabin.

"That's actually what we need to talk to you about."

"Um, okay, what can I do for you?" Amanda asked cautiously.

"This is going to sound weird. But we don't have time for the whole truth is out there speech-"

Gavroche cut Eponine off, "We know you were on flight 2485."

"Who are you?" Amanda took a step back.

"We've spoken to some of the other survivors , we know something brought down that plane and we know that it was mechanical failure."

"We need your help because we need to stop it from happening again, here, now."

"I'm sorry, but I'm very busy." Amanda tried to leave. Only to be stopped by Eponine.

"Wait just a second. We're not going to hurt you. Listen to me the pilot from 2485, Chuck Lambert, he's dead."

"Wait, what? Chuck is dead?"

"He died in a plane crash. Now that's two plane crashes in two months and that doesn't strike you as strange?" Amanda looked shocked, she had no idea what to say.

"Look there was something wrong with 2485, maybe you sensed it, maybe you didn't. But there is something wrong with this flight too."

"On 2485, there was this man, he had these eyes…"

"That is exactly what we are talking about."

"I still don't understand, what are you asking me to do?" Asked Amanda.

"We need you to bring the co-pilot back here."

"Why, what does he have to do with anything?"

"We really don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him."

"How do I get him back here?"

"Just do whatever it takes," Gavroche said, "tell him there's something broken back here. Anything to get him out of that cockpit."

"I could loose my job for this."

"You will lose a lot more than your job if you don't do this." Eponine said gravely. Amanda was quite, then nodded and went to get the co-pilot. Gavroche and Eponine watched from behind the curtain as she led him back towards them. Gavroche had the holy water and journal ready, while Eponine had the duck-tape. The co-pilot entered the back room,

"What seems to be-" He was cut off by Eponine punching him in the face, knocking him to the ground. She leapt on top of him and taped his mouth shut.

"What are you doing? You said that you were just going to talk to him!" Amanda cried.

"We are going to talk to him." Gavroche said kneeling next to the man, who was struggling against Eponine. He sprayed the holy water all over the co-pilot, Amanda watched horrified as he started to smoke and burn from where the water touched him.

"Oh, my god. Oh my god." Amanda cried, getting hysterical. Gavroche turned to her,

"We need you to stay calm go outside and make sure no one comes back here." Amanda nodded and left the cabin. Eponine punched the man again.

"Hurry up I don't know how much longer I can hold him!" Gavroche sprayed more holy water and started reading the exorcism.

"Regna terrae, cantata Deo, psallite Domino. Qui fertis ascendit super caelum caeli ad Orientem." The demon kicked the holy water away and pushed Eponine off, sending her flying to the other side of the room. He threw a punch at Gavroche, who was able to duck, "Ecce dabit voci sue vocem," Eponine sprung up and threw herself at the demon, pinning him down again. "Vocem virtutis." The demon ripped the duct-tape from his mouth, kicked Eponine away, and grabbed Gavroche by the shirt.

"I know what happened to your girlfriend." It said in a monstrous voice, "She must have died screaming. Even now, she's burning." Once again, Eponine was on top of the demon."Gavroche!"

Gavroche went back to finish the first part.

"Tribuite virtutem deo! I got him!" Gavroche threw the journal aside, where the demon managed to kick it down the aisle of the plane. Gavroche held down the copilot as a plume of black smoke flew from his mouth and into the plane's air vent. The copilot stopped thrashing and was now unconscious. "It's in the plane," Eponine said, "hurry up. You've got to finish it." Gavroche got up to get the book when the engines cut out and the plane started to fall. Everything was thrown into chaos. People were screaming. Everything was flying everywhere. Eponine got thrown into a corner of the back of the plane. Gavroche fell to the floor, trying to grab the journal, but it slid out of his reach. Gavroche crawled forward and finally managed to get the journal.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursion, infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregation es secta diabolica. In gloriam patri!" Gavroche finished the exorcism. It was like the plane was struck by lightning; everything was alive with energy. Then the plane straightened out, the engines kicked back in, and everything was calm. They had done it: the demon was gone. Gavroche sighed and closed the journal. In the back cabin, Eponine was curled up in a corner, shaking. She saw an empty air sickness bag and grabbed it, emptying the contents of her stomach into it. God, she hated flying. After a moment, Eponine got up and left the back area. Everyone seemed fine- shaken, but fine. Gavroche got off the floor and turned to look at his sister, who looked at him and smiled weakly. After that, the pilot announced that they would be turning around and heading back to Indianapolis due to the fact that they had just nearly fallen out of the sky. When the plane landed, it was met with FBI, TSA, paramedics, and the Indianapolis Police Department. Eponine and Gavroche exited with all the other passengers. They walked past the copilot, who was telling the police and the FBI that he hadn't even remembered getting on the flight. Amanda smiled at them from where she was being interviewed by an FBI agent, they smiled back. Eponine sighed.

"Lets get out of here." They started to walk away from the scene before anyone could talk to them.

Eponine looked up at Gavroche; he seemed worried. "You ok?"

Gavroche stopped walking and turned to his sister. "It knew about Jess."

"Gavroche, these things read minds, they lie. That was all it was." Gavroche didn't look convinced at Eponine's answer. Eponine started walking again. Gavroche stood still for a second before following Eponine out of the airport.

The next morning they went over to the air-field to tell Jerry that it was over. He was relieved to hear it.

"Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed." He held out his hand, and Gavroche shook it. "Your dad is going to be real proud." Jerry shook Eponine's hand as well. "See yeah around."

As Eponine was about to get into the Impala, a thought struck her.

"Hey Jerry, how did you get my cell-phone number anyway? I've only had it for about six months."

"Your dad gave it to me."

"When did you talk to him?" Eponine asked. Neither her nor Gavroche had heard anything from their father.

"Well, I didn't exactly talk to him. I called his number and his voice message said to give you a call. Thanks again, guys." With that Jerry left. Gavroche turned to look at Eponine, both of them thinking the same thing. Eponine and Gavroche sat on the trunk of the Impala, on a dirt road beside the airport. Eponine pulled out her phone and dialed their father's number.

"It doesn't make any sense. I've called Dad's number like fifty times. It's been out of service."

Eponine held up her hand to silence Gavroche. Eponine listened as the number rang out.

"This is John Thenardier," Eponine motioned for Gavroche to lean closer so he could hear. "I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my daughter Eponine, 785-555-0179. She can help." The message ended and Eponine flipped the phone shut. The siblings sat in silence, Eponine playing with her pendant, Gavroche looking at the ground. After a minute, Gavroche got up and got into the car silently. Eponine followed.

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