I don't own the characters or the show

I don't own the characters or the show.

--Part 3.

My plane amazingly took off right on time, I was sure there would have been some kind of delay; not that I'm complaining or anything. I was lucky enough to score a window seat in the ninth row right side. Next to an older lady, old enough to be my grandmother. She read a cheesy romance novel with the overly muscle guy holding the longhaired beauty in his arms on the cover. Besides a polite hello we didn't talk to another. On the other side of her was a middle age gentleman who slept the entire time. Thank God it was an uneventful flight.

"Ladies and Gentlemen please prepare for landing." I was also lucky to score a direct flight. I put the tray back up and made a quick tug on my seatbelt. This was the one thing about flying I hated, the landings. We landed safely and the plane didn't explode. Hey it could happen. I carefully stood out of my head happy for once that I'm short and don't bang my head on the overhead compartment like nearly everyone else. And after waiting a bit I finally begin to walk off of the plane.

"Fiona!" Even before I'm all the way in the airport I see my mom smile and waving like a mad man. That gets me started in run, luckily I don't knock anyone down. When I reach her like a small child I leap into her arms. Being held by your mother is one of the best feelings out there. We just hold and hug each other for what has to be 3 minutes in absolute silence.

"I bet you didn't even notice I was gone." I said jokingly once we pulled apart. As her answer she just leans over and gently kisses my cheek.

"Hey little sis!" I look up and see Jack coming from behind. I could tell he had been to the snack bar because he had a paper cup of coffee in hand.

"Jack!" I run towards him and carefully give him a hug making sure none of the drink spills out. I didn't know how much I missed him until that moment. I suppose our sibling bond is stronger than I gave it credit for. He looked the same but older, it's hard to explain. I'm sure if I had seen him every day over and over I would take no note of change. But I had been away.

"Where's Annie?" I ask while we go claim my luggage at the baggage belt. I don't like leaving my luggage; scared someone will "accidentally" take the wrong bag.

"She decided to let this be a family thing so she's at the house. She said something about there would be surprise when we got in." My mom answered.

"I hope she doesn't cook dinner again." Jack says.

"Why, what happened?" This sounded interesting. See how much I miss out on for being gone?

"Let's just say I can never eat tuna casserole the same again." He makes a disgusted face.

"Jack be nice, I don't see you on your cooking show. A few weeks ago Annie made us dinner for a class project and it didn't turn how quite as she had planned." My mom explains to me.

"You never liked tuna casserole to begin with." I couldn't help myself from pointing that out to him. He just rolls his eyes and takes the suitcase off the moving belt.

"Now I have an excuse not to eat it; traumatic experience that is too painful to re-live." He whispers when our mom is turned the other direction. God I really did miss him.

"Come on you two lets go home." Those two words surely never sounded so good especially coming from her lips. Home is truly where the heart belongs.

---Yes there's more. Don't worry I'll have it up soon as possible. Don't you hate it when you have an idea but whenever you go to write/type it out it doesn't sound right? Well I'm having that prob with this :-) ---