A/N: Thank you all so much for all the support. It keeps me writting =)

She needed to stop blaming her list. For sure. After all it didn't make itself. She was the one who had wrote down twelve things she wanted to do that year.

Maybe she should just blame Morgan. Yeah, that would be the best idea. Just blame him and his determination to get this all done. That would also be a good reason as of why the heck she stood on a Saturday morning - her first one off since quite a few weeks - at 8am at the local airfield, waiting to get on a plane in order to jump out of it again. With Morgan next to her, looking just too happy. She wasn't that lucky. She was tired, and didn't feel too well. Maybe she shouldn't have eaten that piece of pizza she found in Morgan's fridge last night.

They had their usual Friday movie night and he had already gone to bed a long time ago, but Penelope couldn't sleep, half because of excitement and the other half because she wondered whether she really should go through with this. Like usual when she had trouble sleeping she looked for comfort in food. And that piece of pizza in Morgan's fridge just looked too good to let it pass.

Now she regretted her nocturnal weakness.

"You alright, Baby Girl?" she heard Morgan asking, who grinned at her, looking like he was having the time of his life and they weren't even airborne yet.

"I'm fine," she lied, deciding that nothing was wrong, it was just her fear and excitement. After all you didn't throw yourself out of an airplane every day.

Unless you were Morgan that is. Because he had done this already a few times as he told her a few weeks back. He seemed to like it and looking him up and down, seeing this ridiculous white and blue stripped overall he was in, Penelope found herself wondering whether there was anything on this planet this guy couldn't make look extremely cool and hot?

She probably looked like that stupid Michelin thing from the adverts. At least she felt like one.

"You ready?" came the question from a guy, wearing a black overall and who was their instructor for the past few weeks. Showing them how to jump properly and what to do when. Penelope herself didn't know what kind of responsible company would let people jump all by themselves out of planes without a teacher attached to their student's backs, but now it was too late anyway. And Morgan assured her that this was completely okay and normal that certain schools would allow their students to do that on their own, if they thought they are ready.

Well Penelope didn't feel ready. Not at all. What cord was she supposed to pull again to trigger her parachute?

Ten minutes later they were in the air and Penelope felt like she would throw up any minute now. Morgan was sitting next to her, rubbing his hand over her back in even circles, somehow soothing her nerves and making her feel better. Another five minutes later she felt his arms coming around her and pulling her slowly against his chest, never stopping the drawing of circles on her back. And all of a sudden she felt like she could conquer the world, jump out of planes, win battles and wars, make the impossible possible. But then again Morgan always had that sort of effect on her.

Another ten minutes later and they had reached their height. She saw the instructor get up and give them the sign to get up as well. Penelope would rather have stayed where she was, laying against Morgan's chest, safe in Morgan's arms. That was way better than throwing herself out of airplanes.

What was she thinking when she added this to her list anyway? It seemed a good idea then- exciting and cool- but now it seemed crazy and irrational. Of course then the list wasn't something she actually thought she would finish. Now Morgan had made the desicion everything needed to get checked off and everything included hurling to earth at a hundred miles an hour.

Morgan let go of Penelope, which forced her to get up and make her way to their instructor who would jump before Penelope, making sure that in case something went wrong he would be there. Although Penelope didn't really agree with the idea that something could go wrong and he wasn't attached to her when it happened.

And all of a sudden he was gone. Just out of the plane. Penelope couldn't even react as quickly as he was gone. Technically she was supposed to be gone by now as well. But something stopped her. And if it wouldn't have been for Derek she would probably still be standing in that airplane. Because Morgan? He simply gave her a hard push and she was gone as well. She definitely should think of something for getting him back for this. Not now though. Now she had other things to remember. Lifesaving things.

And after what felt like forever and she already sent prayers to God or whoever was up there to spare herself from dying today she found the rope she was supposed to pull and all off a sudden was yanked up for a moment, before gliding down softly towards earth.

From up where she was it all looked so peaceful, so beautiful, so gorgeous. Hard to believe what they saw each day due to their jobs. Up here it was so quiet and peaceful, nearly serene.

Way too soon the landing came and she needed to think again what her instructor had told her for what she was supposed to look out and take care of. She could already see him, flourishing like mad, probably trying to tell Penelope one thing or another.

She managed to get the landing done more or less okay, without any big problems. Now they only needed to wait for Morgan, who seemed to be taking his time joining them. But then again she couldn't blame him. Up there the world seemed like a different place, no harm, no pain, no cruelty.

She definitely would need to do this again. As some sort of relief after bad cases. Also because it sounded cool when you said you went regularly Skydiving. And maybe she should try that thing where they give you a board as well. But maybe that was something for a new list, for a new year. Now she was just glad she made it through this one in one piece.

Oh, and she shouldn't forget kicking Morgan properly for pushing her. When he would make it back to earth. Eventually.