Thank you for all the reviews and the followings and readings from people. I will make characters for certain people, just keep an eye out because they won't appear for a few chapters. Sorry as well for both my author's notes in the last chapter being very similar – I forgot to compare/read them when reading over the chapter! Never mind anyway. Enjoy the chapter.

The following day Irene drove Martin to the airport for his next flight: taking a family and all their worldly goods to Auckland, New Zealand, where they'd decided to move. Martin said goodbye to Irene, and met the crew of MJN just inside the airport entrance.

"Hello Skip, you look happy."

"Yes...yes I am, thank you Arthur."

"And could it be anything to do with Sir's lady love?"

Carolyn interrupted "Well if it is I don't want to hear it – I've heard enough about that woman to last me a lifetime." They began to make their way through the airport, and Arthur started talking to no-one in particular.

"My room was repainted yesterday – it was brilliant! Now the walls are blue instead of a sort of faded green, and I'm going to put up posters of bears and everything! What did you do yesterday Skip?"

"Oh, urm, nothing much Arthur – delivered a wardrobe and had a visit from a man with a funny name who reminded me of Douglas."

"You mean the name or the person?" Carolyn asked, with a smirk.

Douglas frowned. "I'll have you know, Douglas is a rather normal name."

"No, his name was My...something – Something Holmes anyway."

"Holmes?!"

"Good grief Arthur!"

"Holmes?! Like, like the detective?!"

Martin frowned. "What detective?"

"Some detective committed suicide because he was exposed as a fake or something."

"But Sherlock Holmes wasn't a fake, Douglas; he was brilliant! He could tell you everything about you just by looking at you – he could even tell a pilot by looking at their left thumb." Arthur finished excitedly. Martin had just begun to examine his left thumb, when he suddenly realised what had been said.

"Sherlock Holmes? They talked about someone called that, said he was dead and that he was...oh my goodness, we've been visited by his brother and I didn't even have a clue who he was."

"Wow that's brilliant Skip. You've met My...crift? Mycrift? No: Mycroft. You've met Mycroft Holmes!"

"That is somewhat impressive Martin, I grant you." Commented Douglas

"And Irene said he was the British Government, and I thought she was just joking, but..."

Arthur interrupted "John Watson said something about that on his blog too – they had to help some Greek man who was kidnapped, and it was Mycroft who asked for their help, cos he's important in the government, but John couldn't say anymore because it was all top secret – like spies and stuff!" Arthur grinned

...

When Irene arrived back home, she made a brief phone call to the advertisements section of the local newspaper.

"Hello? Yes, I'd like to advertise a job vacancy with Icarus removals. Delivery with van, so applicants must be licensed. Flexible hours. Pay: £12 an hour. Apply to 07784610628 or email . Can you put this in for the next three days then take it out? Thank you."

Irene hung up, then sat back in her chair, reflecting on her decision to take Martin's job situation into hand. She was worried she could have miscalculated, and that Martin would be angry or unhappy with the changes. She quickly reasoned herself out of this worry, and dismissed it as an irrational fear. Irene stood abruptly, going into the bedroom to change and pick up her things, before leaving to see a client.

...

"Did he deduce you?"

"Arthur, he hardly did anything. You haven't stopped talking about this since we went through customs, don't you have some stewarding to do?"

"Yes; there's some children that look about your age." Martin and Arthur frowned at Douglas' comment.

"But I'm 29."

"I meant your mental age."

"Douglas..."

"Oh. Right. Ok. I'll, urm, see you, then. Bye." Arthur left, and Martin turned on Douglas.

"Do you have to be so mean to him?"

"I'm only joshing, he knows that."

"Sometimes the things you say can actually be hurtful Douglas."

"That's only because you're all too sensitive."

They passed the next half an hour in silence, before Douglas suggested a new word game and they began to play. That is, Douglas began to win and Martin began to lose.

...

When they arrived in Auckland, Martin sent Irene a quick text saying he'd arrived, before collecting his bag and following Carolyn and the others out the airport. She stopped as soon as they got outside and began speaking:

"Stop a minute: I want to speak to you. That is, I need to speak to you. I haven't told you yet, but yesterday I signed a contract with an investor in MJN. She's putting money in and getting us customers."

"Aww that's nice of her."

"Wait dear heart, I haven't finished. Because of her, we're staying in a nice, well, acceptable, hotel to celebrate. And..." she paused for Arthur to become quiet and still "...one of her conditions was that I pay all my employees – so Martin will be getting paid. And she'll be coming on some flights with us in the future."

"Golly. That was unexpected. Our Supreme Commander is now a professional pilot."

"Skip that's brilliant! Now you won't have to be a man with a van anymore. Well not unless you want to. And you don't have to keep asking Mum to pay you."

Martin was completely speechless. He just stood there, as Douglas and Arthur loaded their bags into the boot of the taxi, only moving when Carolyn nudged him to encourage him to get in the car.

When they were finally all settled in their rooms, Martin sat down on his bed and, pulling out his phone, sent Irene a text:

Heard from Carolyn that sumone has investd in MJN – we will have more flights and nicer hotels, as well as me getting paid :) I'm a proper pilot! Martin xx

The reply was quick in coming:

That's really good darling. Enjoy the nice hotel and I'll see you when you get back. Irene xx

Martin sighed happily and lay back on his bed.