Everyone took off their seatbelts, hugged each other, and cheered. Blizzard was still looking pale. "Icy," he started. "I mean, Icy, what happened?"
"The bottom of the plane fell apart from the top of the plane, and the top exploded, and we lived."
((This would probably only happen in fiction, which is why this IS fiction.))
"What did you actually do?"
"It doesn't matter. Gimme a hug." Icy spread his arms.
Blizzard took off his seatbelt and hugged him. "Seriously, how?"
"Tell me you love me."
"Ok, I love you. How?"
"Say thank you."
"Thanks, how?"
"Thank you, not thanks."
"Thank you. Now, how? You're killing me!"
"Quite the opposite. Anyway, it doesn't matter!"
"Yes it does! Tell me..." Blizzard went on his knees.
"If I told you, you wouldn't understand."
"It doesn't matter! Really! I don't care if I understand or not!" Maybe Icy would actually tell him. It'd be a first. He never ever told them in the past how he did what he did.
"Alright, alright." He paused for way too long.
"Well?" Blizzard was gonna burst with excitement.
Icy burst into laughter. When he'd eventually finished, he spoke. "Alright, well, when metal gets cold, it gets brittle. That's why the wing exploded."
"Right,"
"But the reason why the plane doesn't actually fall apart is because it's cold outside, but it's not cold enough. I figured that if we could make a wing explode that was a few meters away, we could rip apart a plane."
"Wasn't that a little... Over the top?"
"Well, you aren't dead, are you?"
"Okay, okay, carry on."
"I ran around the edges of the plane. You weren't watching. You were getting all stressy with everybody, yelling at them to sit down. When I'd finished, everyone was sitting down. So I grabbed the emergency axe, and smashed the side. The crack carried through the entire plane, and you all fell."
"I don't get it."
Icy laughed. "I knew it. I already dumbed it down. Unless you want me to go three-year-old on you?"
Blizzard ignored what Icy said and pulled out his communicator. "Hey, guys, we're alive!"
The first person to come onto the screen was Breeze, eyes and nose blotchy-red. "Beastboy!" She screamed. "They're okay!"
Beastboy seemed to come out of Breeze, somehow, like he was closer to the screen than Breeze, but just not in the shot. "See, told you!"
Breeze started crying again. Beastboy took her communicator, and Breeze moved out of the screen.
Icy laughed. "Hey!"
Beastboy looked shocked. "Where are you? We've been watching the news, and nobody's escaped the plane yet..."
"Nobody except everyone, stupid, have you noticed that you can only see half the plane?"
Beastboy looked back up to the screen at the second café they moved to. The plane did look a little shorter, but Beastboy guessed it was because it got crushed. "No, why?"
"Because we're standing on it!"
"What?" Beastboy looked at the TV again. Nothing had changed.
"You heard me."
Robin came onto the screen. "What do you mean, you're alive?"
Icy smirked. Blizzard said it for him. "Our plane exploded!"
"You what! Exploded?"
"You betcha!" Blizzard joined in laughing with Icy.
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"We did," Icy provided. Blizzard was on the floor laughing. They were the only people still on the plane. Everyone seemed to be confused as to what to do. "You didn't answer your communicator."
"Oh... Sorry. I'm not getting much signal here. Is anyone hurt?"
Icy looked around. Apparently, one person was freaking out, but apart from that, nope. "Nope."
"Good. Well, just, um, deal with it as best you can, I guess, and well done, for saving your life and all that, I guess. I think I'm losing signal. See you!"
"Bye," was just squeezed in before the communicator was shut. Breeze was back on the screen.
"Guys! Hi! I knew you'd do alright!"
"Uh, you did?" Breeze couldn't see who that was, they both looked the same unless they were actually infront of you.
"You betcha."
Raven popped onto the screen, with Cyborg. "You're alive? Why wouldn't you be?" Raven asked.
"Plane crashed."
"What?" Raven and Cyborg asked together.
"Well, the other half of the plane crashed. The top half."
"What?"
"It's okay, we'll explain it when everyone gets back. Breeze, how?"
Breeze tapped her nose.
"Alright, be that way. Enjoy your holiday, guys! See ya!"
"Wait, don't go!" Breeze pleaded.
"There's stuff we gotta deal with, I mean, really, we're in the middle of nowhere."
"Oh. See you later, then."
"Bye!"
Black Ice snapped the communicator shut for Blizzard. He smiled, satisfied with the click it made. While Blizzard put his communicator back, Icy moved over to help someone who was freaking out. "You alright?" He asked.
It was a lady, an old lady. Her hands were trembling, bless her. She let out a moan that wasn't really happy. Icy picked up a discarded jacked and wrapped it over her sholders. "Don't worry, you'll be back home before you know it. I'll look after you."
Blizzard walked past. "Two shoes," He muttered. Apparently he was suddenly feeling normal again. Oh well.
"If there's anything you need, I'll get it. You need any medication? You have any relatives or friends on this plane?" It didn't seem like she did. If she did, they weren't being very nice. Not that she'd be able to tell him the answers to any questions. He got comfortable. He was gonna sit here until she was feeling better.
Blizzard smiled when Icy turned back around. He was so pathetic, he'd put up with anything... He had to go get that checked out by a doctor or something. He could take it. He just wouldn't give it back.