Fear Of What…
By: Kim Pacho (silverstar27)
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em and I probably never will.
AN/ This is the second chapter of many more to come, depending on how much I get response I might or if I just get bored enough.
AN2/ I want to dedicate this to all those who support me, and all who read my stories and review. Darkone, you're the greatest. Same with bb, she always review…Although death threat's might just scare me. hehehehe I know your kidding… Here it is… THANKS TO ALL WHO REVIEWED, THIS IS FOR YOU
"Wait you want me to get on a plane and go where?" Max sat up and was flush in the face.
"Well, I thought we, could use a small vacation that is if you would like to."
"Right so where again would we be going?" Max asked
"Well, when I was a boy my parents would take me to D.C. around this time for the apple blossom festival. Although the tradition died after the pulse, they still blossom this time of year, and the city is in the best condition, considering what Seattle looks like."
"Right. Well, I guess I could go I mean what's a week right." Max had calmed down, and Logan wasn't quite sure he wanted to correct her.
"Well, that's another thing, if we go it would have to be for two weeks." Logan winced as Max again sat up
"That's nice."
Max casually got up and went to the guest bedroom. There she fell into a fast sleep.
"Hey sleeping beauty wanna wake up?" Logan's husky voice swam to her ears with every note at its peak.
"Sure thing, aren't we gonna miss the flight?" Max asked in sheer curiosity.
"Well no actually it leaves in three hours, but if you spend the rest of the day in bed, asking questions we will miss the plane.
With that Max slowly got up and got ready for there trip. Max walked to the front door accompanied by Logan and set off to the airport. They settled into the all to uncomfortable airline seats.
"So Max are you ready to fly?" Logan asked a smile plastered on his face.
"No! I hate flying?"
"What? You hate flying, I always thought of it as fun, soaring high above the rest of the world. You know fairytale kinda stuff."
"No!"
"Oh come on Max, your telling me you hate flying and yet your with me and you can't be happy?"
"Yes! I mean No! I dunno maybe if I watch a movie.."
"Okay I will go to sleep then."
Logan slowly drifted to sleep as the plane shook an protested against the winds. Max became enthralled in the program, although it seemed too familiar.
"Please put on you seat belts and place your sit in the upright position, thank you for your cooperation." The monotone voice of the pilot sounded throughout the cabin.
"Logan, wake up…"
Max tried to wake Logan, but couldn't. His chair was already upright and his seat belt on so Max decided to just let him sleep.
The cabin shook and turned and jolted, it rocked and moved as if a child's toy under the realms of the child's hand. Max watched in horror, as the plane descended, scared beyond words, she could not rouse Logan. Max was pale with fear and stripped of confidence in any means.
As the Captain came back over the cabin speakers, his voice declared the news.
"Please prepare for the worst, we are over the Pacific in a rare storm, this is bad, and we are going down quickly. I am deeply sorry I cannot do more please stay calm, and seated. Thank you, your Captain over and out.
Looking out the little window to Max's right she watched in horror as they approached the water, faster and faster. In a cosmic blast the world around her faded to black and she was alone.
She came to on a patch of grass near a shore, with the remnants of her seat in the far distance. She quickly got up and discovered just how badly she was hurt, but she kept on and went to search for Logan. Picking through anything and everything she searched. As she turned over the last piece she found what her heart begged not be true. A lifeless Logan lay in his chair still strapped in and all. He had not been hurt other than a laceration on his forehead, but Max presumed he was killed on impact.
"Logan! Oh God Logan No PLEASE NO!" Max yelled as loud as she could muster…
"LOGAN NO! PLEASE GOD NO!"
*****(((((++++(((((*****TBC*****)))))+++++)))))*****
Please review and tell me what you think another Ch. will be up soon.
MUAHAHAHA! Hope you like it thus far. More will be up soon I promise, it'll only get better.
By: Kim Pacho (silverstar27)
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em and I probably never will.
AN/ This is the second chapter of many more to come, depending on how much I get response I might or if I just get bored enough.
AN2/ I want to dedicate this to all those who support me, and all who read my stories and review. Darkone, you're the greatest. Same with bb, she always review…Although death threat's might just scare me. hehehehe I know your kidding… Here it is… THANKS TO ALL WHO REVIEWED, THIS IS FOR YOU
"Wait you want me to get on a plane and go where?" Max sat up and was flush in the face.
"Well, I thought we, could use a small vacation that is if you would like to."
"Right so where again would we be going?" Max asked
"Well, when I was a boy my parents would take me to D.C. around this time for the apple blossom festival. Although the tradition died after the pulse, they still blossom this time of year, and the city is in the best condition, considering what Seattle looks like."
"Right. Well, I guess I could go I mean what's a week right." Max had calmed down, and Logan wasn't quite sure he wanted to correct her.
"Well, that's another thing, if we go it would have to be for two weeks." Logan winced as Max again sat up
"That's nice."
Max casually got up and went to the guest bedroom. There she fell into a fast sleep.
"Hey sleeping beauty wanna wake up?" Logan's husky voice swam to her ears with every note at its peak.
"Sure thing, aren't we gonna miss the flight?" Max asked in sheer curiosity.
"Well no actually it leaves in three hours, but if you spend the rest of the day in bed, asking questions we will miss the plane.
With that Max slowly got up and got ready for there trip. Max walked to the front door accompanied by Logan and set off to the airport. They settled into the all to uncomfortable airline seats.
"So Max are you ready to fly?" Logan asked a smile plastered on his face.
"No! I hate flying?"
"What? You hate flying, I always thought of it as fun, soaring high above the rest of the world. You know fairytale kinda stuff."
"No!"
"Oh come on Max, your telling me you hate flying and yet your with me and you can't be happy?"
"Yes! I mean No! I dunno maybe if I watch a movie.."
"Okay I will go to sleep then."
Logan slowly drifted to sleep as the plane shook an protested against the winds. Max became enthralled in the program, although it seemed too familiar.
"Please put on you seat belts and place your sit in the upright position, thank you for your cooperation." The monotone voice of the pilot sounded throughout the cabin.
"Logan, wake up…"
Max tried to wake Logan, but couldn't. His chair was already upright and his seat belt on so Max decided to just let him sleep.
The cabin shook and turned and jolted, it rocked and moved as if a child's toy under the realms of the child's hand. Max watched in horror, as the plane descended, scared beyond words, she could not rouse Logan. Max was pale with fear and stripped of confidence in any means.
As the Captain came back over the cabin speakers, his voice declared the news.
"Please prepare for the worst, we are over the Pacific in a rare storm, this is bad, and we are going down quickly. I am deeply sorry I cannot do more please stay calm, and seated. Thank you, your Captain over and out.
Looking out the little window to Max's right she watched in horror as they approached the water, faster and faster. In a cosmic blast the world around her faded to black and she was alone.
She came to on a patch of grass near a shore, with the remnants of her seat in the far distance. She quickly got up and discovered just how badly she was hurt, but she kept on and went to search for Logan. Picking through anything and everything she searched. As she turned over the last piece she found what her heart begged not be true. A lifeless Logan lay in his chair still strapped in and all. He had not been hurt other than a laceration on his forehead, but Max presumed he was killed on impact.
"Logan! Oh God Logan No PLEASE NO!" Max yelled as loud as she could muster…
"LOGAN NO! PLEASE GOD NO!"
*****(((((++++(((((*****TBC*****)))))+++++)))))*****
Please review and tell me what you think another Ch. will be up soon.
MUAHAHAHA! Hope you like it thus far. More will be up soon I promise, it'll only get better.