Isaac's POV:

We were about an hour into the flight with nine hours left. Allison was deciding whether or not to go talk to Lydia. I was trying to convince her to stay right next to me. "Allison, she's with Stiles. She's fine." My fingertips grasped her chin before turning her face to meet mine. "I'm right here, and I need you."

Her coffee eyes softened as her lips parted. "You already have me." Her hands slid to my neck as she leaned into to kiss me. "You had me as soon as I heard your accent." She smiled.

"Is that right?" I grinned.

She nodded. "It also may have something to do with your incredibly good looks, but probably not."

I laughed. "Says the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

The plane started to shake. "Is it supposed to do that?" I looked over at Allison.

She smiled. "It's just turbulence, Isaac. It's nothing to worry about."

I looked out of the window, the clouds appearing as a lake of fresh snow. It was so breath-taking up here, gliding above it all. When I left for the states I was so young, I didn't get a chance to appreciation it.

The flight attendant offered us drink options, but I declined while Allison got some water. Nerves racked through me at the thought that everything could go wrong. The plane shook again. I gripped the arm rest so tightly that I was surprised that it didn't fall off.

"Isaac," Allison warned. "Your claws. What's wrong?"

"I just want off this damn plane." On cue the plane dipped.

Lydia's POV:

As many of times that I've been on a plane I never quite shook my fear of a plane crashing. Right now it wasn't any different. My fingers grasped Stiles' hand.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his fingers entwining with mine.

I eased at the feeling, knowing that I would be safe with Stiles. Even if we did die, I could live with Stiles knowing that I was in love with him. I could live with knowing that Stiles loved me as a friend, only as a friend. The plane dipped again.

We locked eyes. "Lydia?"

"I'm scared." I said in a whisper.

The pilot's voice came on. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are experiencing some heavy winds, but we should be out of their way shortly."

Ever since I found out that I was a Banshee I could feel the darkness around me, I could tell when someone was going to die. That bone chilling darkness filled me, and it only magnified as Stiles held my hand. No, I thought. Not him.

The plane swooshed in the sky. I held onto Stiles as I felt our lives slipping from us.