This is a longer short story but I hope you still enjoy it. This is showing more of my OC Shadow and once again I enjoyed writing this one. I have never used an airport as a setting before. Feel free to review.

Airplanes have always fascinated me. The way they are gigantic mechanical birds that grant humans the rare chance to sprout wings of their own in a completely plausible manner. Rather than cosplay or LARP in fake ones. Not that there is anything wrong with that.

The rumble of the runway was an unfamiliar sound and it made my stomach churn. I clutch the ticket a little tighter. Reassuring me that I was making the right decision, returning to the roots that gave me my accent. Even though I had never been on British soil before I knew a lot about it and our culture. Most of us were tea loonies and the scones with thick cream and sweet strawberry jam was worth the gold pound coins it took to purchase them.

No one knew I was here. At this airport. I would tell you the name but I didn't bother to check. Using my powers I forged the ticket and of course I would totally make the nice lady or man at the desk thought I had all of the appropriate paperwork with me, chiefly a valid passport.

That was the beauty when you were running away and you had powers. You don't have to pack at all. I felt sorry for the families being dragged down by their rolling suitcases that bucked every now and again like wild horses. Or charging to reach their gate in time like the classic scene from Home Alone.

You're probably wondering why I wasn't going to make use of my own wings. The truth is as dumb as it may sound. I want to see what you humans see. I have never been inside the belly of a mechanical bird before. And I thought it would be a pretty cool experience. A story I could tell to someone one day. To anyone who would seem to care about me.

Admiring the green, spiky foliage dotted around the airport to make it feel more exotic I guess, I almost screamed when I felt a hand clamp down on my shoulder. Please don't be something supernatural, please don't be something supernatural. Forcing myself to look I gasped as I met silver eyes,

"Shadow."

"Hey Toots, you not thinking of skipping town without saying goodbye, were ya?" he asks as he envelops me in a hug.

"I was going to text when I got there," I murmured still shocked that he was here "How did you know about this?"

"Come on. We have been together long enough for me to figure out your steps. You are super organised. Creating that ticket in advance no doubt, finding out the departure dates. Planning to leave without leaving a trace. Except the fact you didn't say hello like you always do when you were last home," he explained as we watched the people scurry around with frenzied energy; ants in a massive farm.

"No way. Just because last time I was in Hell grabbing a few pieces and I didn't stop to say hello?" I looked at him as he held my hand.

"Told you we should be together permanently."

He laughs as I roll my eyes, always being a flirt.

My flight being announced over the tannoy interrupts our relaxed chat and I look at him with sorrowful eyes, knowing those numbers and letter of my gate that have just been chanted were going to pull me away from someone I cared about.

"Don't look so heartbroken. Is this what you really want?" Shadow spoke softly.

I nodded.

"Well then. You have to do it. Truth be told I came here with the intention of changing your mind but –" he stops.

"Shadow? Why were you going to –" he shakes he head before saying,

"You don't wanna miss your flight. We'll see each other again. I mean, England can't be that cold right? No winter will keep me away from my girl," he winks as he stands up and I throw my arms around him, breathing in his scent of pine.

We part and I hurry to my gate. But just as the man smiling holds out his arm for my ticket. I look back.

"Miss? Have you forgotten something? I can inform our pilot for you to see if we can delay the flight."

Turning I smile at him. This guy should get a customer service award.

"No that won't be necessary thank you. I just realised I missed my flight."

Frowning he is about to question me but I hold up my hand and add,

"I'm already at the destination I want to be."

Handing him the ticket I tell him to give it to someone who needs it. Then I begin to head towards the front of the airport. Dawn light is shining through the glass as I run.

Sitting outside watching the airplanes rise from the ground is Shadow. Sitting down next to him I smile,

"Angels take off much more gracefully," laughing we pull each other into a firm hug.

"Why did you want to leave in the first place?" Shadow questions as I stand up and begin to walk with him.

"I guess I felt like I needed a change. Sometimes I feel ignored, which is stupid really," I admit awkwardly as I look at my trainers.

"Hey everyone gets like that. Just remember someone will always be there for you no matter what. But you took it to a whole new level, conjuring a plane ticket," Shadow shakes his head at me and grins, I bet he thinks I'm wild.

"Yeah. I am so dead when I get home. Angels don't sleep right so they are bound to have notice I used an illusion by now."

As I fly us to outside the bunker I realise how funny our emotions can be. At dawn I was ready to embark on a journey to a foreign country that I could only thank for my accent. Then within the space of a few acts of defying the restraints of gravity and racing time, what my emotions were searching for came to me instead; cancelling my flight.