"It's open," Jaime called as she finished up her final paper for her final class of the semester.

"Cozy," John said from the door. He really should've seen the place before they packed most of it, it did have a cozy quality. But, since all three girls had housing set up elsewhere for next year, they packed all their non-essential stuff and took it home. It left their room bare but it's only for the next few days.

"Hi."

"Hello. What are you up to?"

"Nothing, I'm all done. Come on in," she smiled as she hit send, effectively completing her junior year. He walked into the room and closed the door behind him. "What's up?"

"I…" John took three steps and pulled her from her chair, bringing their lips together. "Wanted to say that."

"That's…" Jaime whispered before she wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled his lips back to hers. John's hands wrapped around her waist and held her against him. She realized that John really isn't one for public displays of affection but, when they were alone, they liked being close to each other. It wasn't always a passionate kiss. Sometimes it was just sitting next to each other, watching a movie. Other times, she would rest her head on his leg while they both read. It was a pretty relaxing way to spend finals week.

"We should probably…"

"Send my roommates the sock picture," she chuckled as she grabbed her phone off the table. "At least we got one before the semester is up."

He pressed kisses along her neck, "We can always kick Greg out my room tomorrow and make it two for two."

"I like the way you think."

They haven't actually had sex with each other, and they weren't planning to any time soon. Jaime actually enjoyed having a relationship without all the pressure. When they get there, they get there. For now, hot make-out sessions were more than enough for her.

"So," John smiled as he sat on the end of Ny's bed, "are you all set for England?"

"I think so. I'm a little nervous," she smiled.

Yes, she was going home with him. He made a valid point in reminding her that she always wanted to visit the other side of the pond. After a long conversation with her dad, she decided that she might as well go for it. Jaime wasn't even surprised that he brought her ticket when he got his. She wanted to argue about him spending money her but it was the only guarantee that they'd get to sit together for the eleven flight. Jaime offered to pay him back the two grand her ticket cost but John wasn't having it. Apparently, his father brought him a seat in business class and John just traded it for two in Premium Economy.

Though he's never outright said it, Jaime had the distinct impression that his family was pretty well off. If nothing else, the fact that he didn't have a job but always seemed to have a stable source of income was probably her biggest clue. The way he talks about his father working all the time was a hint too, Richard Harrison was the owner of some shipping company in Dover.

"You have no reason to be nervous," he told her as he reached over and took her hand.

"I'm not only going to meet your parents, I'm going to be staying in their house. It's a little scary," Jaime sighed. "Maybe I should stay in a hotel or something."

"And offend my mother who insisted that you stay with us? You wouldn't dare," John smiled. He was right and he knew it.

"What if they don't like me?"

"You're wonderful, there's no reason they wouldn't like you."

"I'm not British."

"They don't care about that. I'm happy and you're a big part of why. That's what they care about," he smiled. "I've been talking about you for months. Mum is chomping at the bit to spend some time with you."

"I make you happy, huh?"

"Of course that's the part you focus on," he said with a bright smile. She loves it when his face lights up like that.

"You're the one who said it."

"Indeed, I did, my darling."

"I need coffee," Jamie muttered.

"Right before an eleven hour flight?" John asked.

"I didn't say I would get one, just that I needed one," she smiled. Jaime looked around as John put their carry on bags in the compartment above their seats. "I think this is the biggest plane I've ever been on."

"Really?"

"Yea. This is an Airbus A-three-eighty. Two decks. Four engines. It's world's largest passenger plane. The upper deck goes the entire length of the fuselage and the width of the whole craft equivalent to a wide-body. We're talking over five hundred square meters of usable space, which is like forty present bigger than the seven-forty-seven. And, there's seating for over five hundred in the normal three-classes or over eight hundred in an all-economy class. It can go at Mach point eight-five and has a range of eight thousand five hundred nautical miles… that's like Texas to Australia in one shot… And you're looking at me like I'm crazy."

"I like listening to you talk about mechanical stuff. You get all excited and your face lights up," John smiled and took his seat next to her. They were sitting in a pair of seats next to a window. "Continue."

"What do you want to know?"

"Tell me about the engines. You know you want to."

"They're G-P-seven thousand turbofan jet engines manufactured by Engine Alliance. They've got a two-stage high pressure turbine, boltless architecture, single crystal blades, split blade cooling and thermal barrier coatings and a six-stage low-pressure axial flow. What I wouldn't give to see the turbines on this thing up close," she said just as a voice came up over the speakers.

"Welcome on board Flight seventeen-oh-one, San Francisco to London. Our aircraft is under the command of Captain Robert April, he has informed me that our flying time will be approximately eleven and one quarter hours," the flight attendant said. "While we are here to ensure that you do have a comfortable trip with us today, we are also concerned about your safety. With that in mind, we ask that you follow along as we perform our safety demonstration."

"The best seat belt explanation in the universe coming right up," Jaime deadpanned. John laughed, handed her the safety card and pointed to the screens in front of them.

"Your seat belt has been designed for easy fastening and release. To fasten, insert the metal fitting into the buckle until you hear a click, adjust to fit snugly with the loose end of the strap and simply lift the buckle release to unfasten. Your seat belt should always be worn low and tight across your lap. Please observe the 'fasten seat belt' and other lighted signs until they have been turned off by the Captain…"

"Because we've never worn seat belts before," John whispered.

"At least they didn't explain how to sit," she muttered.

"The Airbus A-three-eighty has sixteen emergency door exits, six on the upper deck and ten on the main deck, each marked with a red 'exit' sign overhead. All doors are equipped with slide/rafts. These rafts may be detached in the event of a water evacuation. Operation and use of the exits, slides and rafts are illustrated in the safety information card. Please locate the two exits nearest you, keeping in mind that the closest exit may be behind you. This aircraft is equipped with aisle path lighting which is located on the floor in the left and right aisles. Should cabin visibility be impaired, the exit path will be illuminated. White lights lead to red lights which indicate you have reached or are near an emergency exit location."

"Disco lights," Jaime chuckled. The flight attendant kept talking but Jaime had tuned her out by this point. She knew all this stuff: how to put on the mask if the cabin loses pressure, her life jacket was in the seat under her, her seat and tray were in the correct positions, no smoking. John slid his hand into hers.

"I hate this part," he told her.

"What part?" They were taxiing down the runway.

"Taking off. I always get nervous."

"You get nervous?" she asked.

"Of course I do, I'm human."

"I was beginning to wonder."

"I'm not perfect, darling," John chuckled.

"Could've fooled me. Helping that lady back there with her carry on."

"She had a child in her arms. It was only proper to help."

"I know, it's just rare," Jaime smiled and gave his hand a squeeze. "You see everyone else just walked past her."

"I did see that," he chuckled.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Captain April speaking, our flight time today will be eleven hours and fifteen minutes, with an estimated time of arrival in London at twelve o'clock pm, local time. The weather forecast for our route is good, however, it will be rainy when we arrive at Heathrow. What else is new?" Everyone laughed. "We remind you that if you need any special attention, all our crew will be at ready to assist you. Enjoy your flight and as always, thank you for flying British Airways."

Jaime smiled, "Here we go."