"Okay, so I'm still not sure about this flying bird thing," Jace said the next day. He and the others were at the airport, getting ready to board a plane that would take them to their vacation destination. Everyone ignored his uncertainty while his girlfriend, Grace held a clipboard in her hand, looking official.

"Okay, so I've got a list here of all the items we need." She points a lacquered nail to the board and reads off the first item. "Toothpaste?" she asks.

"Check," Becca answers.

"Is anyone listening to me?" Jace yells over the raucous commotion of the airport.

"Bathing suits?" Grace asks, again ignoring Jace.

"Check."

Suddenly, as if forgetting something, Grace looks around and over heads trying to spot Ben and Jace in the crowd. "Boyfriends?" she asks hesitantly, hoping they hadn't gotten lost.

"Check for one and check for two," Becca said. She looked at Jace who was indeed freaking out and strangling Ben, tring to gain some assurance that he wouldn't die on the trip.

Grace reaches into her purse to pull out a paper bag. She walks over to him and shoves it at his chest. "Here."

"What is this for?" he asks her.

Grace just keeps her eyes glued to her clipboard, scanning items, as she replies easily, "For you to puke in."

Becca snorts then controls herself.

Jace gives her a disgusted look. "I shall not be puking," he says, though he looks very green.

When Jace let go of Ben to take the bag, Ben doubled over panting. He raised a finger. "I…can't…breathe."

Jace looks down at the paper bag in his hand. "Here!" He shoves it in Ben's mouth. "This is supposed to help according to Grace's Air Travel Safety List."

Ben's eyes go wide and he starts gagging.

Grace gaped at him. "You actually read it?"

He looked at her. "I don't want to die. Of course I read it."

"Correction! You don't want to die again," Becca said.

Ben is still gagging.

"Don't bring that up to him," Grace warns Becca. "He's sensitive to it."

She raises her hands. "Sorry! I really didn't know!"

Ben is still gagging but is now on the floor digging at his mouth with his fingers to dislodge the paper bag.

Jace looks down t Ben. "Seriously, Dude, calm—" his eyes go wide when he sees that Ben is actually choking "—oh crap!"

"Stand back people I know CPR!" Grace yells, her arms out at her sides signaling to give Ben air.

Jace stops to look at her, impressed. "Really?"

She grins foolishly and lowers her arms. "No, I just always wanted to say that."

Ben finally gets the bag out of his mouth.

"'Hey, Ben your gagging! Are you okay?' 'Yeah I'm fine. I just almost choked to death, but please go on with your conversation.'"

Jace pats his back appreciatively, albeit uncaringly. "Thanks, man."

"Jace, remember those two feathers you got?" Beca asks.

"Yeah?"

She frowns at him. "They're revoked now."

Grace nods in agreement with her.

Ben glares at Jace. "YOU almost strangled me then you all ignored me while I was over here gagging!"

Becca hugs him. "I'm sorry sweetie." She tried to make him forgive her by using her best apologetic voice.

"Oh, by the way, you really helped me out there," Jace said to Ben. "I got out all my stress from strangling you. You should sit with me on the flight over so we can talk about football. Then if I get freaked out again, I'll be okay."

Ben sucks in air. "There IS NO WAY AM I SITTING WITH YOU!"

"Why not?" Jace asks quietly.

"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" Ben is red in the face, from nearly choking and from anger.

Jace shakes his head. "The list specifically states we need safety partners. We'll be helping each other out."

"You won't exactly die for long, you know," Grace assures Ben, reminding him of his feline powers.

"Well...that's true."

"But I guarantee Jace will use them all up by the time we land."

"Hey!" Jace protests.

"But dying sucks," Ben says contritely. "I'm not sitting with him. I want to sit with Becca so we can cuddle. I'm tired and want to nap. Almost dying can do that to you. And besides, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to kill you so you can sit with your boyfriend."

Grace shoots him a sideways glance. "I wouldn't be so sure about that."

Jace scoffs. "What is this? Pick on the hot guy day?"

"No otherwise we'd be picking on Ben," Becca says unthinking, and then slaps a hand over her mouth realizing what she had just started.

Jace's jaw drops.

"Sorry!" Becca is quick to apologize. "Old habits die hard!"

Jace crosses his arms. "You are SO un frenemied."

"No!"

Without another word he grabs his pillow with the GAC logo printed on it, grabs Grace hand, and walks over to the plane.

Grace looks over her shoulder at Becca helplessly and sympathetically.

Becca shouts over the mass of people, "I didn't mean it! I promise! It just slipped out!"

Ben rolls his eyes and grabs their luggage, following Jace and Grace with Becca in tow.

Jace glares at Becca. "You know what just slips out? Saying you're forty when you really meant to be creative with the truth and say you're thirty. That, though, is just unacceptable," he harrumphs.

"But it's not true! You are hot!" Becca says, trying to backtrack.

"I don't believe you."

Suddenly an old woman appears out of the crowd as they are standing in line to climb aboard. She coos to herself, " Aw, well isn't that sweet. They're having a lovers quarrel."

Jace and Becca say in unison: "We are NOT together."

Grace waves a hand in front of the elderly woman's face. "Hello? I'm the girlfriend. Hence the reason I'm holding his hand?" She points to Jace.

"Oh, that's nice, dear."

Grace does a face-palm.

"And I'm her boyfriend," Ben says, nodding to Becca.

"Oh. I thought you were the dashing butler," the woman says.

Becca is appalled at her assumption. Just because Jace had a wad of cash in his pants getting ready to pay for their tickets doesn't mean that he is a rich aristocrat. "My boyfriend is not a butler! I mean, he is dashing, but not a butler."

"But he has a British accent!" the woman protests. "You know, when I was younger, I had a hard time paying attention to young men with British accents because they were so...so..." she trailed off, searching for the right word.

"Sexy?" Grace offers.

The old woman frowns at her. "Don't be vulgar, young lady." She paused before saying, "Wash your mouth out with soap."

Grace rolled her eyes. "Well what then?" she asked impatiently.

"Handsome." She smiles at Ben.

Grace tries to contain a laugh and elbows Becca. "Looks like you've got competition."

Jace unhappily takes the luggage from Ben and shoves it to one of the flight attendants.

"Passport sir?" she asks.

Jace looks insulted. "Pass what to the port?"

"You'll have to excuse him. He's kind of touchy right now," Grace explained.

Becca rolls her eyes overhearing Jace's attitude. "Again, you are hot, Jace. You know it. Remember the song?"

"What? I know I'm fly. You apparently don't think so," he said.

"You are fly!" Becca agrees.

While the many distractions were going on, the old lady quickly pinches Ben's butt without anyone seeing.

Ben yelps and everyone stops to look at him.

"Someone pinched my ass," he explains.

The old lady looks around at anything but them.

Jace notices her aversion and smirks. "Oh, that is priceless."

Becca glares at the woman. "Hey lady! Did you pinch my boyfriend's butt?"

She looks shocked. "No! My goodness. The things you children say these days," she waves a hand dismissively.

"You so totally did," Jace says, still grinning. "Admit it; you want a piece of him."

Grace's mouth falls open. "Jace! That's inappropriate!"

Jace sighs and continues to hand the woman at the counter all of their passports—after Grace briefly reminds him what they look like—and filled out any necessary paperwork.

The woman opens each one and hands them back to everyone. Finally she gets to Jace's.

Jace looks at her across the counter and leans in close. "Do you think I'm hot in that picture?"

The lady smiles sheepishly. "Yes, sir; even better in the flesh."

He beams happily at getting yet one more person to agree with him.

Grace frowns and drags him along. "C'mon, Jace. Your ego is getting too inflated, I'm afraid it might suffocate the nice lady."

Jace winks at the woman over his back while Grace is still dragging him along. "Stay fly!" he yells.

Once everyone is inside the plane, Becca sits down with Ben, him insisting on the aisle seat. When Grace and Jace start heading toward them, he jumps up, gives Grace a knowing smile, and they both race to the other seats behind Becca, leaving the only other vacant chair for Jace to sit next to Becca. Once they realized Ben and Grace's plan, they both just stared at them with their mouths open.

Grace smiles at them. "Work out your problems. And Jace? Don't kill her."

Jace sends daggers in Becca's direction. "We'll see..."

Becca gulps and glares at Ben and Grace.

On the flight over, Grace and Ben are go over a map of locations to visit and which bungalows they will all be staying in.

All of a sudden, Jace coughs and stretches out his legs, and then leans his chair back.

With the oddity of quiet stretching out between them, Becca says one more time, "Jace, I really didn't mean it."

He gives her the silent treatment and glares at some dude's bald head in the seat in front of him.

"Jace!" she whines.

Jace coughs again and drinks his bottled water he requested from the flight attendant very slowly, narrowing his eyes at Becca over it.

She sighs. "Please?"

Jace lowers the water, finally, and crunches it in his fist, waking some sleeping passengers by the crackle.

"Jace?"

Suddenly Grace bops Jace over the head from the seat behind him with a rolled up brochure.

"Jace! Be nice," she scolds.

"No," Jace says simply. "She's a bitch."

"Jaaace" Grace says again with a warning tone.

Becca's eyes water. "I was trying to be nice and apologize."

Jace rubs a hand over his face starting with the top of his dirty blonde hair and ending at his chin. "Not the waterworks again," he moans tiredly.

"I thought we were becoming friends!" she sobs. "Friends forgive each other Jace!"

"You are not my friend. You are my girlfriend's friend."

Grace looks at Ben. "Do something before they start at it again."

"What am I supposed to do? Make them kiss?"

Grace looks at him in disgusted shock. "No you idiot! We both don't want them that friendly."

Ben sighs. "I was being sarcastic, Grace. Do you really think I would make my girlfriend kiss another guy?"

Now it's Grace's turn to sigh. "How am I supposed to know? You're always so serious."

Ben crosses his arms. "I am not."

"You are too!" Grace puts her head in her hands. "Oh, great. Here we go now."

Ben decides to further his point. "I was very sarcastic earlier after I choked on the bag. Did you not hear me? Oh wait, no you didn't. You were all too busy ignoring me."

"I do not ignore you," Grace argues.

"Fine Jace!" Becca yells. "You don't want to be friends? Good. You are an ego-testicle, stuck-up jerk-off who only cares about himself. And Ben is hotter than you will ever be." She turns in her seat and stares out the window.

"You do too!" Ben protests to Grace's comment. He then gestures to everyone else. "All of you do."

"Ego TESTICAL?" Jace asks, wanting to bark out with laughter but trying to keep a straight face.

"Yes. Ego TESTICAL!" Becca shouts.

"Ben, I do not ignore you," Grace says. "We just sat here and had a nice conversation. Jace can just be a handful."

Jace turns away from Becca again. "Bitch."

Suddenly Becca feels something pinch her butt. "OW!" she yelps, and then turns to glare at Jace. "Very mature."

"What?" he asks.

Meanwhile Grace and Ben giggle.

"You pinched my BUTT!" Becca shouts at Jace.

"Gross!" Jace says. "I would NEVER even CONSIDER touching your butt."

She points her finger in his face. "Liar!"

Jace snorts. "And you say I'm conceited."

"No one else could've done it Jace," Becca says.

Suddenly Jace's eyes go wide. "OMIGOD! GHOSTS! It must be a Succubus!"

Grace coughs. "Jace, it's incubus."

Jace, ignoring her, suddenly leaps from his chair and starts to pierce it behind him with his seraph blade repeatedly.

Grace sucks in a breath of panic. "Jace! You idiot! How did you even get that one the plane? You're going to get us kicked off! Stop stabbing the chair!"

"Not if I save everyone's lives we won't!"

"Bloody hell," Ben says quietly, shocked at Jace's insanity.

Meanwhile passengers are wide awake staring at him with fear of him being a psychopath.

"Okay, this is SO not what we expected," Grace says to Ben.

Ben shakes his head silently and disbelievingly at Jace.

Becca screams. "JACE STOP IT YOUR GOING TO STAB ME!"

"I'm saving your life here!" Jace yells at her, thinking she was beging ungrateful.

"Well if you want to save my life then STOP STABBING RIGHT WHERE I AM!"

"Jace, there wouldn't be a ghost on this airplane. It's brand new," Grace says logically.

"Yeah Jace, listen to her!" Becca says frantically. She's sitting curled up into a ball on her seat as far away from Jace as possible.

"Hey, man. Take it easy. There isn't a ghost," Ben says to him.

Jace finally stops stabbing the chair to look at him. "Well then who the hell pinched my frenemies butt?"

"We're frenemies again?" Becca sniffled.

Jace rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah. I was a jer—je—man this is hard." He closes his eyes. "I was a jereeerk. There, I said it. I was a jerk and I'm sor—sorry."

Becca nods. "I'm sorry too. For everything I said."

Jace finally sits down and everyone on the plane practically sighs with relief. They sit there kind of awkward, not sure what to do, so Jace sticks out his hand and they call it truce.

"Wait. Ben, how do you know there isn't a ghost?" Becca asks.

"Well that doesn't matter now because were all friends and/or frenemies here right?" Grace says hopefully.

Jace and Becca turn around and stare at Ben and Grace.

"How. Do. You. Know?" Jace asked dramatically.

"I pinched her butt. I reached between the seats and pinched her because we knew it would get you two talking," Ben explained.

They look at Grace. "Don't drag me into this. I had no idea you did it."

"You told me to! You said do something, then we had an argument, and then you told me to pinch her butt and it would get them started talking."

"I..I..I did NOT! You guys don't really believe him do you?" Grace asked them.

"Yes," they both said.

"But why?"

"Babe," Jace began, "your voice gets all high when you lie."

"It does not!" Grace says in her high voice.

They all raise their eyebrows at her.

Grace sighed. "Okay, fine. Maybe I had a hand in it."

"We're gonna get you guys back," Becca said.

Jace nodded. "Really good."