Wow, thanks for all the reviews guys! I LOVE it!!! I am starting to get so many reviews, it's getting hard to respond to them individually, but I will keep doing so until y'all tell me to stop!
This is a short chapter. The next chapter is longer.. :-)
Sashi - I am a fellow insomniac so I feel your pain! It is a cat and mouse game now!
Blue furry elf - Got your email! Thank you SO much! You're the best! ^_^
NachtcGleiskette - Thanks! You're a fantastic writer too. I've read your stuff...
NightFlight - DAMN! I wish I had known you had all this GREAT knowledge when I was researching the last chapter!!! This chapter was already written and flows with the previous chapter. Soooo.....Please bear with me and forgive my ignorance of air control procedures. But...you've made the mistake of telling me you have the inside scoop on what it is like in an air control tower...Now, you've joined Blue furry elf, in my little black book! ;-) Really, if you don't mind, I would love to be able to consult with you. Would that be all right? There won't be any other scenes like that in this story, but who knows what's going to happen down the road....
Ramblings - Well....what goes up - must come down.....:-P
Colleen - Moral of the story? ALWAYS have a Plan B!
Angelfish - Thanks! I'm so glad everyone seems to be enjoying my little story. I hope I don't disappoint anybody. But, I know this won't be everybody's cup of tea, I'm just grateful those who don't care for it haven't flamed me!...A pineapple? Hmmm...Which end are you throwing, the butt end or the spiky end? Never mind - here's the next chapter! :-)
Jaqanashi - I guess the little button is blue....I am blue-green color blind too....we have something in common! tee hee!
Mara the first - Thank you! And, welcome!
Kat - Thanks!
Boo - Sad ending? You'll just have to keep reading to find out.....
Jean - Thank you!
Pilotslover - You read all 24 chapters in 1/2 an hour? Wow....I'm glad you like it, even though it is a romance... ;-)
Sicklepod - I never get tired of your reviews!! Thanks!! (Still working on those 'thru's' blast 'em!!)
************************
Kurt leaned over the back of Rachel's sear and listened as she was caught in a heated debate with the air boss. Finally, she threw off her headset.
"We have to land." She said simply, giving Kurt a knowing look. Then she tapped the fuel gage again. "We have to land, NOW. Whether they are ready for us or not."
He could see the apprehension in her eyes. Nodding his head in understanding, he kissed her meaningfully, then touched her face for a moment, his eyes never leaving hers. He got back in his own seat, fastening the seat belt. He crossed himself in Holy reverence. Rachel did the same.
'Our Father, who art in Heaven...'
The huge plane made one more circle around the airfield before coming in line with a least busy strip Rachel could find. A frantic voice screamed over the headset Rachel had thrown into the floor. She lowered the throttle and declined the plane towards the earth. The 747 touched down lightly, then bounced as full contact was made with the ground.
"Geheiligt werde Dein Name..."*
The length of black strip flew past them too quickly. A smaller passenger plane appeared ahead of them as they raced headlong towards each other.
"Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done..."
In desperation, the smaller plane taxied to the side of the strip trying to avoid being hit. Rachel pulled the rudders hard to the right.
"wie im Himmel so auf Erden..."**
They missed each other by a foot, at best. But, pulled, irreversibly off course, the 747 taxied off the runway. The landing gear was wrenched off by the uneven ground, thrusting the plane onto its belly where it grinded to a halt after a heart stopping moment.
Kurt and Rachel sat motionless for a second, jerked and jarred by the rough landing.
Kurt looked over at his wife. "Are you all right?" She seemed a little stunned, staring unseeing ahead of her.
Rachel shook her head, shaking off crash landing and cleared her throat. "We're Here!!" She announced in a singsong voice.
Then they looked at each other and started laughing with relief. But, they're elation over surviving the landing was short lived. The sound of sirens filled the air as all manner of emergency vehicles came rushing at them.
And military jeeps.
Rachel unbuckled herself and stood up, quickly. She sprinted out of the cockpit and returned with their suitcase, which Kurt took out of her hand.
"Welcome to Miami and Thank You for flying Air Donivan." She said in her flight stewardess voice.
Kurt took her securely in one arm, the suitcase in the other, as she locked her arms around him. He looked out the cock pit window decidedly, "The pleasure was all mine, liebling. Now, let's get out of here!"
And, they were gone.
---------------
It was the strangest thing to have happen at the Miami International Airport in years. Rumors of the ghost plane circulated for months afterwards. When the emergency and military crews stormed onto the plane - it was completely abandoned. There was only smoke and the faint scent of sulfur left hanging in the air.
**********************************
Stryker stood in the empty airplane, one arm folded over his chest. His other hand adjusting his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose. His calm demeanor belied his unbelievable rage. These two had escaped out from under him three times in the past 24 hours.
He had dealt with other bleeding hearts that had tried to oppose him in favor of mutant rights; Charles Xavier popped into his head, right off. But he had never dealt with anyone who had gotten so personally involved as Rachel Donivan. She had never been in trouble with the law prior to this, according to her record. She had no history of supporting radical left wing groups, nor any radical right wing groups, for that matter. She was the absolute last person on Earth he would have suspected of this kind of criminal behavior. She didn't fit the profile.
He had ordered his intelligence officers to dig up everything there was to know on Rachel Donivan, in particular her movements and contacts over the past six months. Stryker knew she had been traveling with the Munich Circus, working as a veterinarian. And, through Ben Gammon, he knew she was close to Mutant X108. Gammon was convinced the mutant had some kind of telepathic control over his ex-fiance, but their tests had concluded the German circus performer didn't have any unusual extrasensory abilities. Maybe her interest in Kurt Wagner wasn't ALL that different from his own. She WAS a scientist, of sorts. And, this mutant was an intriguing study. Perhaps she had even struck up a friendship with it. But scientific intrigue and even, possibly, friendship, was one thing. Breaking into a research lab, kidnapping, assault, grand theft auto, theft of an airplane, evading arrest - that was something else, especially for someone who had never gotten in any trouble worse than a speeding ticket. He walked around the plane, trying to figure out what would have possessed her to take this course of action.
He paced into the back of the plane and stopped short at the sight of the disarranged, tangled sheets the two escapees had left behind. Suddenly he realized it was no wonder Ben Gammon had been so incensed when he had called Stryker to set up the mutant's abduction. And why, when Mutant X108 had been in the lab, his biggest concern had been for the woman and her well being.
"Well, now." He almost chuckled. Who would've thought......Maybe love was blind, after all...."Who's been sleeping in your bed, Rachel Donivan?"
**************
Blue furry elf - Thanks for the translations!!
* - Hallowed be thy Name
** - On Earth as it is in in Heaven
This is a short chapter. The next chapter is longer.. :-)
Sashi - I am a fellow insomniac so I feel your pain! It is a cat and mouse game now!
Blue furry elf - Got your email! Thank you SO much! You're the best! ^_^
NachtcGleiskette - Thanks! You're a fantastic writer too. I've read your stuff...
NightFlight - DAMN! I wish I had known you had all this GREAT knowledge when I was researching the last chapter!!! This chapter was already written and flows with the previous chapter. Soooo.....Please bear with me and forgive my ignorance of air control procedures. But...you've made the mistake of telling me you have the inside scoop on what it is like in an air control tower...Now, you've joined Blue furry elf, in my little black book! ;-) Really, if you don't mind, I would love to be able to consult with you. Would that be all right? There won't be any other scenes like that in this story, but who knows what's going to happen down the road....
Ramblings - Well....what goes up - must come down.....:-P
Colleen - Moral of the story? ALWAYS have a Plan B!
Angelfish - Thanks! I'm so glad everyone seems to be enjoying my little story. I hope I don't disappoint anybody. But, I know this won't be everybody's cup of tea, I'm just grateful those who don't care for it haven't flamed me!...A pineapple? Hmmm...Which end are you throwing, the butt end or the spiky end? Never mind - here's the next chapter! :-)
Jaqanashi - I guess the little button is blue....I am blue-green color blind too....we have something in common! tee hee!
Mara the first - Thank you! And, welcome!
Kat - Thanks!
Boo - Sad ending? You'll just have to keep reading to find out.....
Jean - Thank you!
Pilotslover - You read all 24 chapters in 1/2 an hour? Wow....I'm glad you like it, even though it is a romance... ;-)
Sicklepod - I never get tired of your reviews!! Thanks!! (Still working on those 'thru's' blast 'em!!)
************************
Kurt leaned over the back of Rachel's sear and listened as she was caught in a heated debate with the air boss. Finally, she threw off her headset.
"We have to land." She said simply, giving Kurt a knowing look. Then she tapped the fuel gage again. "We have to land, NOW. Whether they are ready for us or not."
He could see the apprehension in her eyes. Nodding his head in understanding, he kissed her meaningfully, then touched her face for a moment, his eyes never leaving hers. He got back in his own seat, fastening the seat belt. He crossed himself in Holy reverence. Rachel did the same.
'Our Father, who art in Heaven...'
The huge plane made one more circle around the airfield before coming in line with a least busy strip Rachel could find. A frantic voice screamed over the headset Rachel had thrown into the floor. She lowered the throttle and declined the plane towards the earth. The 747 touched down lightly, then bounced as full contact was made with the ground.
"Geheiligt werde Dein Name..."*
The length of black strip flew past them too quickly. A smaller passenger plane appeared ahead of them as they raced headlong towards each other.
"Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done..."
In desperation, the smaller plane taxied to the side of the strip trying to avoid being hit. Rachel pulled the rudders hard to the right.
"wie im Himmel so auf Erden..."**
They missed each other by a foot, at best. But, pulled, irreversibly off course, the 747 taxied off the runway. The landing gear was wrenched off by the uneven ground, thrusting the plane onto its belly where it grinded to a halt after a heart stopping moment.
Kurt and Rachel sat motionless for a second, jerked and jarred by the rough landing.
Kurt looked over at his wife. "Are you all right?" She seemed a little stunned, staring unseeing ahead of her.
Rachel shook her head, shaking off crash landing and cleared her throat. "We're Here!!" She announced in a singsong voice.
Then they looked at each other and started laughing with relief. But, they're elation over surviving the landing was short lived. The sound of sirens filled the air as all manner of emergency vehicles came rushing at them.
And military jeeps.
Rachel unbuckled herself and stood up, quickly. She sprinted out of the cockpit and returned with their suitcase, which Kurt took out of her hand.
"Welcome to Miami and Thank You for flying Air Donivan." She said in her flight stewardess voice.
Kurt took her securely in one arm, the suitcase in the other, as she locked her arms around him. He looked out the cock pit window decidedly, "The pleasure was all mine, liebling. Now, let's get out of here!"
And, they were gone.
---------------
It was the strangest thing to have happen at the Miami International Airport in years. Rumors of the ghost plane circulated for months afterwards. When the emergency and military crews stormed onto the plane - it was completely abandoned. There was only smoke and the faint scent of sulfur left hanging in the air.
**********************************
Stryker stood in the empty airplane, one arm folded over his chest. His other hand adjusting his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose. His calm demeanor belied his unbelievable rage. These two had escaped out from under him three times in the past 24 hours.
He had dealt with other bleeding hearts that had tried to oppose him in favor of mutant rights; Charles Xavier popped into his head, right off. But he had never dealt with anyone who had gotten so personally involved as Rachel Donivan. She had never been in trouble with the law prior to this, according to her record. She had no history of supporting radical left wing groups, nor any radical right wing groups, for that matter. She was the absolute last person on Earth he would have suspected of this kind of criminal behavior. She didn't fit the profile.
He had ordered his intelligence officers to dig up everything there was to know on Rachel Donivan, in particular her movements and contacts over the past six months. Stryker knew she had been traveling with the Munich Circus, working as a veterinarian. And, through Ben Gammon, he knew she was close to Mutant X108. Gammon was convinced the mutant had some kind of telepathic control over his ex-fiance, but their tests had concluded the German circus performer didn't have any unusual extrasensory abilities. Maybe her interest in Kurt Wagner wasn't ALL that different from his own. She WAS a scientist, of sorts. And, this mutant was an intriguing study. Perhaps she had even struck up a friendship with it. But scientific intrigue and even, possibly, friendship, was one thing. Breaking into a research lab, kidnapping, assault, grand theft auto, theft of an airplane, evading arrest - that was something else, especially for someone who had never gotten in any trouble worse than a speeding ticket. He walked around the plane, trying to figure out what would have possessed her to take this course of action.
He paced into the back of the plane and stopped short at the sight of the disarranged, tangled sheets the two escapees had left behind. Suddenly he realized it was no wonder Ben Gammon had been so incensed when he had called Stryker to set up the mutant's abduction. And why, when Mutant X108 had been in the lab, his biggest concern had been for the woman and her well being.
"Well, now." He almost chuckled. Who would've thought......Maybe love was blind, after all...."Who's been sleeping in your bed, Rachel Donivan?"
**************
Blue furry elf - Thanks for the translations!!
* - Hallowed be thy Name
** - On Earth as it is in in Heaven