One Catch
Winking Tiger • Mblab6@aol.com
Author's Notes: So this whole thing has kind of swayed greatly from its intended roadway. I'm trying my best to just wrap up this horrible excuse of a first fanfic! Bear with me for just a bit longer and it should be done somewhat soon.
I figured that planes and major travel companies wouldn't be doing as well as we know them, in the/my DA world. And what other American name wasn't taken? United, yes. America, so it's American-same thing, yep. States was all that was left, so keep in mind that's my own personal airline company. :-P
If it helps any, this is from Logan's POV.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Fox's. But I do own Arlyn, and the O'Briens.
Chapter 11
~*~ "Fine. I'm just working on something right now. Let me wrap some stuff up, and I'll take that vacation. Can't do much harm visiting now. I'll call you..." ~*~
So, got a hold of one of my more reliable informants and asked if he could take care of things, though I haven't heard back from him. It's a shame that Bling's not around anymore. That's what happens when you don't get up for weeks. I was too much for him. He might still be my friend, but I don't know if could ask him.
Agh, the phone, should be him. Give the machine a second to pick it up just in case.
"No one's around. Leave a message."
"Yeah, hey! I just got you're call. About taking care of things. I'm not-"
"Hey!"
"Oh hey!"
"Can you do it?"
"Well, I'd love to. But I'm not-"
"'Cause it's been a tough few months for me recently. A vacation would be nice. Since everything … my girl left me, trying to take care of stuff for Eyes Only … life." Since when had regular ole life not been more than enough for me?
"Man, sorry to hear about it. But I was sayin'. I can't."
"Oh."
"Good luck! Enjoy your vacation! Got to go."
And there goes the phone line-it's dead. Vacations sure work when you're leaving everything all alone.
"Hello?"
"Logan? That you?"
"Yeah, it's me." Could I be any more pathetic?
"What's up with you? Up and off that couch, or did you get the phone moved?"
"No, things have been … fast paced here. What about you?"
"Me? Got a place of my own now. Though I'm always lookin' for new clients if you're willing."
"I don't know if reps and more reps are really what I want to be doing. But I'd love to see you again. Though seeing you for some of that may be helpful, now and then."
"Of course. I'm in the middle of something. Meet me for lunch, I'll buy?"
"Ah … sure. Where?"
"Usual?"
"Sounds good. How about … ah … 1:00?"
"Great. Later!"
Two hours, an awfully long lunch break, a conversation telling of the happenings he'd missed, and a really rather good meal later we separate and went out separate ways. And nothing short of a miracle, I got my old buddy to take care of things for me once I left on my little vacation. Funny, he still threatened to "kick my skinny white ass" if I screwed things up.
But now I'm on a plane, headed to Arlyn. Off to Ireland, a nice vacation. It's only been … how many years since I've even heard that word?
Great, I love this piece. "You're listening to State's on plane classical station."
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