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 know the installments have been short, but if I made them as long as I wanted them to be, it could be months before you got anything new.
If it helps any, this is from Logan's POV.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Fox's. But I do own States Airline, Arlyn, and the O'Briens.
Chapter 12
In the usual monotone, and hardly recognizable, voice of the Capitan comes on, over the noise of the plane's occupants. "Welcome to Ireland. We're currently above the airport, beginning our decent. Current location's time is …"
God, why did I volunteer to do this? I suggested to come on over, and that'd be to fly over here. How stupid am I? Oh, yeah a 10 hour plane ride doesn't bother me! Oh right, since I've petrified of heights. And being a few thousand feet up is just so comforting. Great. There should be a way to build a tolerance or something, to flying. People used to fly enough before, they should've come up with something. I'd be the first one to go out and get it, if it worked. At least I think I'll be okay now. The tired are out, decent-they may aw well kill me now. Uh oh, bumpy, ground, impact, not good. Finally, on solid, not moving or going anywhere land! Just get me to the terminal and out of this metal bird of death and terror!
Finally, out of that hell. Now, to find him. Not that guy. Did he change, I might not recognize him, its been a while. In the white hat? No, not him. Over in the corner, by the pole? No, not him either. Is he even here?
"Logan! Logan, that you?"
"Hey!"
"Wow! Great to see you!"
"I thought I'd be wondering around here aimlessly for hours!"
"You know I'd never let you do that. I'd have gotten someone to give you a map of the place."
"Cute."
"I thought so. You bags, or is this everything?"
"No, I checked one on. You have any idea where I can get my stuff?"
"Yeah, sure. Here, right around there."
Here?
"No! No, Logan, down there, by the magazine place, not there. What? Did you feel like taking a field trip to the air strip, so how fast you could get run over? Or how about practicing your skills waving those orange things-do they even have names?"
"It's good to see you Ar! It's been too long, too long."
"It has. Come on, we'll get you're stuff, then we'll head over to my place. Sound good?"
"Perfect. Lead the way."
After finally getting all of my stuff. Loosing luggage was bad before, but now-ugh!
"'Kay. Got your bags. You sure that's all of them?"
"Yeah, think that's all of what I'm going to get. The rest seems to be taken for sacrifice to the plane gods."
"Poor things. Think you can get by with what's left of it?"
"I don't know. But I think I'll be fine."
"Shall we then?"
"If that's a proposition for a date, I think the likelihood would be better for me to get back on a plane heading back home. If you're offering to head back to your place, that's more promising."
"Ah. Well, you've now crushed my poor old heart. But this broken hearted friend of yours will pick up the pieces and drive his car, along with said friend and said friend's bags and things, back home."
"Poor Ar. Hate to see the guy you're describing!"
"You know, you're horrible!"
"Can we get a move on?"
"You should've asked the doctor for a higher prescription there. Can't you see the dust that's falling on you, being behind me and all."
"Ha-ha. Just keep moving."
"Whatever you say dirt boy."
"What are you, five?"
"Ha-ha. The car's right over there, the green one."
"Only fifty other 'green ones' to narrow it down from."
"Smart mouth!"
"You should talk!"
"Shut up, and open the car up!"
"Fine."
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