A/N: Omigod :D I'm back. So sorry I haven't posted in like, two months. I've been so busy with exams and concerts and getting a violin and Christmas stuffezes and overall end of year complete CHAOS. So sorry I can't convey how sorry I am.

Oh and, btw, I know that people are reading my Warehouse 13 fanfic - I can tell via the traffic stats. 223 people worldwide, infact. YET, only three people have reviewed (namely karjens44 at u/4055227/karjens44 , Robin Wild at u/5176145/Robin-Wild, and Guest (sorry whoever you are I can't post a link). You guys rock thanks for supporting me :D) and these favouriters/followers: ( karjens44, AConstanceC at u/5038621/ , dragon chrysalis at u/4493092/ , and john6lisa at u/4556528/ ). You guys rock too thanks for supporting meh :D

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Thank you again to all my (few) supporters and yeah, enjoy!

Oh and thank you to karjens44 for you awesome idea to make the stories less confusing :D

(CLAUDIA P.O.V)

"STEVE! STEVE! WAKE THE FRAK UP!" I yelled as the flight attendants sweaty hands started to slip from my grip. The water had risen to her neckline by now. I was desperately kicking and screaming as I tried to hold the weight of the flight attendant and myself, perched precariously at a ninety degree angle.

"STEVE!"

I heard a crack as the heel of my shoe slammed into Steve's face.

"Ow! What the f- Claudia? What, wha-?"

"STEVE HURRY UP AND HELP ME HERE OR WE WILL DROWN!" I screeched over the top of the flight attendant's moans.

"Ok," he said hastily, grabbing my torso and desperately trying to hoist me up.

"HURRY!" the flight attendant squealed.

With an enormous amount of brute strength that we all mustered, we hauled each other up and hid behind the 'safety' of the highest chair.

"The water's still rising!" the flight attendant cried. I could read her name badge now. Susie.

"Ok, Susie, we're gonna have to jump across the gap between the rows of seats to the exit, ok?" Steve said reassuringly. I didn't really like this plan. Susie evidently shared my believe and conveyed it by wailing.

"It...it'll be easy," I said in a trembly voice. I guess it wasn't the biggest thing I had every done. Heck, chasing that hacker/perv Tyler across rooftops with what, four or five metre gaps was a piece of cake. Ok, well maybe not a piece of cake. I was hanging on by my fingernails and Tyler had to help me up. But this was like, 1.5 metres. We'll be fine.

I think.

"Just...watch," I said, bracing myself. I kicked off my shoes just incase the caught against the seat and I would end up falling in the water.

And then the water had risen to our knees.

"See, Susie?" I said soothingly. "We can just wade across, it'll be ok." I dove across and paddled a couple times and my feet were finally on ground.

The water was still rising rapidly. My heart felt like it was on steroids.

"Come on, Susie. Its ok, just swim!" Steve urged. I looked at him desperately, but he was to engaged with Susie.

"But...but...I can't swim," she wailed. Steve groaned. In one swift motion, he hoisted her up onto his back. He dove into the water and reached the platform with me.

"Let's get out of here," Steve said. He grabbed the door handle and pushed.

It didn't move.

He pushed harder, harder, harder. He checked to see if it was locked, which it wasn't. The water was up to our elbows now.

"Come on, guys, give me a little help here," he said. We all piled onto the door, pushing it with all our might, but it wouldn't budge.

"Maybe its like that thing on Mythbusters, you know, where doors won't open underwater until the whole car is filled with water," I said in a moment of realisation. Then it dawned on me; we would have to hold our breath, open the door and swim out.

And unlike on Mythbusters, Adam and Jamie weren't there with a paramedics team and air tanks.

Crap-tastic.

The water had risen up to our necks by now. I explained to Steve and Susie. Susie was clutching onto Steve, trembling and whimpering.

The water was up to our chins, our mouth...

we all took one final gulp of air, delicious, fresh air, as we were submerged in the chilly water that would become our tomb.

Sorry for the cliff hanger guys. Any suggestions for my story plot I'm still trying to find inspiration for future chapters. Don't forget to review, fav and follow it will make me happy :D

And by the way I am sorry if my writing about planes is inaccurate. I have never been on a plane EVER so I don't really know how everything works so please don't be haters if I get stuff wrong.

Bye for now :D