Author's Notes: As far as I know, Intercontinental Airlines are not a real
airline. If they are, I regretfully apologise for the error, and promise
that no copyright infringement was intended.
***
Buffy leaned over Spike and slowly licked his cheek. Spike sat up straighter and opened his eyes. "Wow, I'm dreaming again", he said, mostly to himself. Buffy then slapped him around a little, although she was also quite flattered. "You're not dreaming, bleachy boy", she said to him. "I'm waking you up because we can't go to Austria anymore." "What?!" Spike cried, very upset. "Why aren't we going to Austria?" "Because", said Linka, from her seat next to Wheeler, "there's bad weather and the plane can't land there. We're going to England instead." "What are you talking about?" asked Spike. "There's no bad weather! It's not even raining!"
But as Spike spoke, a clap of thunder sounded. Matt woke up at this, and dove quickly under his seat. MacGuyver laughed at him quietly. "Of course, you just HAD to say that, didn't you Spike!" Gee said sarcastically. Now now, I'm sure the little fate-tempter didn't mean it", said Quami. "Come on, it was just an accident." "Yeah, listen to him", said Spike, embarrassed at creating a storm all by himself. "He knows what he's talking about." "Never mind, we'll be all right", said Wheeler quickly. "It's time for us to wake up our remaining sleepy skeggy friends." "Good plan", agreed Buffy, and she and Wheeler continued with the waking of the skegs.
Meanwhile, as rain began to pound against the little plane windows Matt cowered beneath his seat, shaking and obviously terrified. MacGuyver was puzzled. "What's wrong, Matt?" he asked the frightened little boy. "Nothing", Matt whispered. "Absolutely nothing." "You're not afraid of the Big Bad Storm, are you?" MacGuyver asked in one of those annoying fake baby voices. Spike's eyes shot open again (he needed to rest them for a bit longer). "Did someone call me?" he asked. "No, Spike", Buffy replied from across the plane, where she was trying to wake Mulder up with a newly sharpened pencil. "Go back to sleep dear." So Spike closed his eyes and went back to sleep. "Like I was saying", MacGuyver continued, "are you afraid of the storm, Matt?" Matt shivered then slowly nodded his head, certain that someone would comfort him. If only he had known the truth.
All of the skegs that were currently awake exploded... into laughter. So did several of the surrounding passengers who had never met them before. While that was a little rude, it was also understandable. Matt cried quietly to himself as the storm raged outside.
Meanwhile, a few metres away... Wheeler shook Lois hard. Luckily she woke up straight away; otherwise he may have resorted to more dramatic measures like Buffy had to. She was still trying to wake up Mulder. She had poured water over his head, poking him with a sharp pencil having been ineffective. When that (the water) didn't work Buffy covered his mouth and nose with her hands, hoping that when his air supply ran out he would have no choice but to wake up and remove her from his face. Buffy was quite confused when that method didn't work either. Mulder continued merrily snoring away, seemingly without a care in the world.
Finally Buffy gave up and moved on to Gohan. She punched him in the stomach. Gohan opened his eyes and collapsed on the floor, screaming in pain and agony. Wheeler had already woken Lois, Snaps, and also someone he didn't know and had mistaken for Clark (oops!) by this point. He returned to his seat and waited for Buffy to awaken Mulder and the real Clark.
...Ten Minutes Later... Every member of the skegs sat tiredly in their seats. "What's going on?" asked Mulder, who had finally woken up after Buffy hammered a rusty nail into his foot. Luckily Spike had all that was required for stitching it up again. "Everyone", MacGuyver announced to all of the skegs, ignoring Mulder, "there's been some unfortunate changes in the weather conditions. It's a shame, really." "Anyway, my fellow skegs", continued Linka, "this plane's not going to Austria anymore. But guess who's sitting over..." "Never mind that", Buffy interrupted. "Like the story was saying, us skegs will not be visiting Austria. Not today, anyway." "Instead we are going to..." added Wheeler, pausing for his friends in the know to join in, and they did, "...Austria! Oops, we mean... England!"
There was quiet muttering between the other skegs. "I know what you mean", said Spike, taking the mutterings the wrong way. "I was disappointed too." "But we're not disappointed!" exclaimed Matt, from under his seat. "Well, I'm not, anyway. England is cool!" "Yeah, I agree with the scared boy!" agreed Snaps. "I want to take pictures of all the Pokémon that live in England, because that's what I like to do!" "I want to meet the Queen!" exclaimed Clark. "I want to meet the cast of Doctor Who, and get them to sign my cards! And I want to visit my family!" exclaimed Spike, but then he remembered that he wanted to go to Austria. "I mean, uh, I am like so opposed to this." "Sure Spike, whatever you say", teased the Buffster. "I want to eat bangers and mash!" exclaimed Fat Naked Riley's ghost... uh, I mean someone else called Mulder.
Well, I guess no one's that disappointed, then", admitted MacGuyver, but he was interrupted by the loudspeaker. "Attention all passengers", it announced, "we will be landing shortly. You should be disembarking the plane in approximately fifteen minutes. Heathrow is looking simply lovely today, with a nice cove of cloud and smog. The weather is expected to be rainy, with a little sun later on. Local time is 10:30am, Tuesday. Yes that's right, the same day you left! We hope you enjoyed your flight with Intercontinental Airlines." The passengers cheered, because the Planeteers had decided to imitate one of their favourite movies by jumping into the aisles and singing a happy song, partnered with a happy dance. Cause you know, everyone loves the Brady Bunch because it's so happy! "Let me hear some of that good-time music that I love to hear. I've got plenty of moves, and sorta bad news, and I need to find me some cheer", they sang with glee.
They continued their good-time music, singing and dancing and laughing, the other skegs and plane passengers clapping along, until... they got bored and decided to return to their seats with a minimum amount of fuss. "Man, you guys are the top shit!" Gohan exclaimed excitedly. "Yeah, really", agreed Mulder. "I don't think I've ever seen the Bradys perform so well! Where did they go? Oh no, I really wanted their autographs!" and Mulder again began to weep, like he had so many times before. He slumped in his seat, his head in his hands.
"I don't know about everyone else", said Lois, "but I think that you guys should record an album. You are so very good enough." The Planeteers glanced around at each other, considering Lois' suggestion. Of course, they'd considered it before, but never truly believed that they were good enough. "Well", Quami began, again looking to the other Planeteers for approval, "we have considered that, but we were always so busy that there just wasn't time. I'd like to do it with you", he gestured to the Planeteers", my Planeteer pals, though. Someday, maybe." Quami sighed. "Quami, I had no idea you felt that way", said Gee, smiling at him. "I feel the same, you realise that, don't you?" "Thanks, Gee", Quami replied, returning her smile. Because you know, he wants his money back. No, not really. "We feel the same way", added Linka, on behalf of herself and Wheeler. "What about you, Marti?" asked Gee of the little South American boy.
But Marti wasn't listening. I was too busy feeding a banana to that monkey that's always with him, but had been strangely absent since the skegs' journey began. "Yo, Marti!" Spike yelled at him, tapping him on the shoulder. "I think your planet pals are trying to ask you something." Marti looked all around the plane, caught sight of the Planeteers (minus himself, of course), and paled. "I uh, don't... don't know wha..." he stuttered then composed himself. "I'm sorry guys, I wasn't listening. Is this in reference to when Lois suggested that we record an album?" "Yes, it is", replied Quami. "What is your opinion on the topic?" "I think it's a simply smashing idea, just tops", said Marti. All of the skegs stared, and Marti giggled. "Sorry", he said. "I was just getting in ye olde English mood. Really, I think it's a great idea. Making a Planeteers album sounds really fun! Let's do that some time."
"Well, you know", added Spike, "I have something that you might consider handy, here in my purple backpack." The Planeteers smiled at Spike in invitation for him to hand over whatever his backpack concealed. He reached into the back pocket of his backpack and pulled out... five microphones, a bunch of speakers, an amplifier, a bunch of cables, a four-track recorder, plus all the musical instruments you could ever want. All in all, a fairly impressive collection. "Wow, Spike!" exclaimed Linka. "That's a fairly impressive collection!"
Everyone agreed besides Clark, who sat there scowling, his Wellington- covered feet tucked beneath him. 'Oh, how I wish I could be as popular as that vampire with the backpack when it comes to the other skegs', he thought to himself. 'But it doesn't really matter, because when the time is right I'll use the sacred power of the Wish Wellingtons. All will bow before me, and popular Mr Spike will feel my wrath. Then he won't feel so SPECIAL. You know I really enjoy this evil thing I've got going on.' But as no one in the whole world let alone the plane cared about Clark's evil plotting, none of the skegs noticed the frightening look that crossed his face when he thought about the impending massacre. Anyway, on with the show.
"Wow Spike, are you really going to let us use all of this stuff?" Marti asked him. "Of course", replied Spike. "I mean, why not? I'm not using it. Plus, I think you could make a really good record, given the right material." "Thanks Spike, we really appreciate that", said Quami, giving Spike a friendly, appreciative pat on the back. Spike handed the Planeteers all of his equipment, but then decided that wasn't a very good idea. "You know my planet pals, it would really be easier if I continued carrying all this stuff in my backpack until the time comes for using it, later on", he said. Linka and Wheeler both opened their mouths to agree, but before they could say anything the plane dipped downwards. The speakers crackled.
***
Buffy leaned over Spike and slowly licked his cheek. Spike sat up straighter and opened his eyes. "Wow, I'm dreaming again", he said, mostly to himself. Buffy then slapped him around a little, although she was also quite flattered. "You're not dreaming, bleachy boy", she said to him. "I'm waking you up because we can't go to Austria anymore." "What?!" Spike cried, very upset. "Why aren't we going to Austria?" "Because", said Linka, from her seat next to Wheeler, "there's bad weather and the plane can't land there. We're going to England instead." "What are you talking about?" asked Spike. "There's no bad weather! It's not even raining!"
But as Spike spoke, a clap of thunder sounded. Matt woke up at this, and dove quickly under his seat. MacGuyver laughed at him quietly. "Of course, you just HAD to say that, didn't you Spike!" Gee said sarcastically. Now now, I'm sure the little fate-tempter didn't mean it", said Quami. "Come on, it was just an accident." "Yeah, listen to him", said Spike, embarrassed at creating a storm all by himself. "He knows what he's talking about." "Never mind, we'll be all right", said Wheeler quickly. "It's time for us to wake up our remaining sleepy skeggy friends." "Good plan", agreed Buffy, and she and Wheeler continued with the waking of the skegs.
Meanwhile, as rain began to pound against the little plane windows Matt cowered beneath his seat, shaking and obviously terrified. MacGuyver was puzzled. "What's wrong, Matt?" he asked the frightened little boy. "Nothing", Matt whispered. "Absolutely nothing." "You're not afraid of the Big Bad Storm, are you?" MacGuyver asked in one of those annoying fake baby voices. Spike's eyes shot open again (he needed to rest them for a bit longer). "Did someone call me?" he asked. "No, Spike", Buffy replied from across the plane, where she was trying to wake Mulder up with a newly sharpened pencil. "Go back to sleep dear." So Spike closed his eyes and went back to sleep. "Like I was saying", MacGuyver continued, "are you afraid of the storm, Matt?" Matt shivered then slowly nodded his head, certain that someone would comfort him. If only he had known the truth.
All of the skegs that were currently awake exploded... into laughter. So did several of the surrounding passengers who had never met them before. While that was a little rude, it was also understandable. Matt cried quietly to himself as the storm raged outside.
Meanwhile, a few metres away... Wheeler shook Lois hard. Luckily she woke up straight away; otherwise he may have resorted to more dramatic measures like Buffy had to. She was still trying to wake up Mulder. She had poured water over his head, poking him with a sharp pencil having been ineffective. When that (the water) didn't work Buffy covered his mouth and nose with her hands, hoping that when his air supply ran out he would have no choice but to wake up and remove her from his face. Buffy was quite confused when that method didn't work either. Mulder continued merrily snoring away, seemingly without a care in the world.
Finally Buffy gave up and moved on to Gohan. She punched him in the stomach. Gohan opened his eyes and collapsed on the floor, screaming in pain and agony. Wheeler had already woken Lois, Snaps, and also someone he didn't know and had mistaken for Clark (oops!) by this point. He returned to his seat and waited for Buffy to awaken Mulder and the real Clark.
...Ten Minutes Later... Every member of the skegs sat tiredly in their seats. "What's going on?" asked Mulder, who had finally woken up after Buffy hammered a rusty nail into his foot. Luckily Spike had all that was required for stitching it up again. "Everyone", MacGuyver announced to all of the skegs, ignoring Mulder, "there's been some unfortunate changes in the weather conditions. It's a shame, really." "Anyway, my fellow skegs", continued Linka, "this plane's not going to Austria anymore. But guess who's sitting over..." "Never mind that", Buffy interrupted. "Like the story was saying, us skegs will not be visiting Austria. Not today, anyway." "Instead we are going to..." added Wheeler, pausing for his friends in the know to join in, and they did, "...Austria! Oops, we mean... England!"
There was quiet muttering between the other skegs. "I know what you mean", said Spike, taking the mutterings the wrong way. "I was disappointed too." "But we're not disappointed!" exclaimed Matt, from under his seat. "Well, I'm not, anyway. England is cool!" "Yeah, I agree with the scared boy!" agreed Snaps. "I want to take pictures of all the Pokémon that live in England, because that's what I like to do!" "I want to meet the Queen!" exclaimed Clark. "I want to meet the cast of Doctor Who, and get them to sign my cards! And I want to visit my family!" exclaimed Spike, but then he remembered that he wanted to go to Austria. "I mean, uh, I am like so opposed to this." "Sure Spike, whatever you say", teased the Buffster. "I want to eat bangers and mash!" exclaimed Fat Naked Riley's ghost... uh, I mean someone else called Mulder.
Well, I guess no one's that disappointed, then", admitted MacGuyver, but he was interrupted by the loudspeaker. "Attention all passengers", it announced, "we will be landing shortly. You should be disembarking the plane in approximately fifteen minutes. Heathrow is looking simply lovely today, with a nice cove of cloud and smog. The weather is expected to be rainy, with a little sun later on. Local time is 10:30am, Tuesday. Yes that's right, the same day you left! We hope you enjoyed your flight with Intercontinental Airlines." The passengers cheered, because the Planeteers had decided to imitate one of their favourite movies by jumping into the aisles and singing a happy song, partnered with a happy dance. Cause you know, everyone loves the Brady Bunch because it's so happy! "Let me hear some of that good-time music that I love to hear. I've got plenty of moves, and sorta bad news, and I need to find me some cheer", they sang with glee.
They continued their good-time music, singing and dancing and laughing, the other skegs and plane passengers clapping along, until... they got bored and decided to return to their seats with a minimum amount of fuss. "Man, you guys are the top shit!" Gohan exclaimed excitedly. "Yeah, really", agreed Mulder. "I don't think I've ever seen the Bradys perform so well! Where did they go? Oh no, I really wanted their autographs!" and Mulder again began to weep, like he had so many times before. He slumped in his seat, his head in his hands.
"I don't know about everyone else", said Lois, "but I think that you guys should record an album. You are so very good enough." The Planeteers glanced around at each other, considering Lois' suggestion. Of course, they'd considered it before, but never truly believed that they were good enough. "Well", Quami began, again looking to the other Planeteers for approval, "we have considered that, but we were always so busy that there just wasn't time. I'd like to do it with you", he gestured to the Planeteers", my Planeteer pals, though. Someday, maybe." Quami sighed. "Quami, I had no idea you felt that way", said Gee, smiling at him. "I feel the same, you realise that, don't you?" "Thanks, Gee", Quami replied, returning her smile. Because you know, he wants his money back. No, not really. "We feel the same way", added Linka, on behalf of herself and Wheeler. "What about you, Marti?" asked Gee of the little South American boy.
But Marti wasn't listening. I was too busy feeding a banana to that monkey that's always with him, but had been strangely absent since the skegs' journey began. "Yo, Marti!" Spike yelled at him, tapping him on the shoulder. "I think your planet pals are trying to ask you something." Marti looked all around the plane, caught sight of the Planeteers (minus himself, of course), and paled. "I uh, don't... don't know wha..." he stuttered then composed himself. "I'm sorry guys, I wasn't listening. Is this in reference to when Lois suggested that we record an album?" "Yes, it is", replied Quami. "What is your opinion on the topic?" "I think it's a simply smashing idea, just tops", said Marti. All of the skegs stared, and Marti giggled. "Sorry", he said. "I was just getting in ye olde English mood. Really, I think it's a great idea. Making a Planeteers album sounds really fun! Let's do that some time."
"Well, you know", added Spike, "I have something that you might consider handy, here in my purple backpack." The Planeteers smiled at Spike in invitation for him to hand over whatever his backpack concealed. He reached into the back pocket of his backpack and pulled out... five microphones, a bunch of speakers, an amplifier, a bunch of cables, a four-track recorder, plus all the musical instruments you could ever want. All in all, a fairly impressive collection. "Wow, Spike!" exclaimed Linka. "That's a fairly impressive collection!"
Everyone agreed besides Clark, who sat there scowling, his Wellington- covered feet tucked beneath him. 'Oh, how I wish I could be as popular as that vampire with the backpack when it comes to the other skegs', he thought to himself. 'But it doesn't really matter, because when the time is right I'll use the sacred power of the Wish Wellingtons. All will bow before me, and popular Mr Spike will feel my wrath. Then he won't feel so SPECIAL. You know I really enjoy this evil thing I've got going on.' But as no one in the whole world let alone the plane cared about Clark's evil plotting, none of the skegs noticed the frightening look that crossed his face when he thought about the impending massacre. Anyway, on with the show.
"Wow Spike, are you really going to let us use all of this stuff?" Marti asked him. "Of course", replied Spike. "I mean, why not? I'm not using it. Plus, I think you could make a really good record, given the right material." "Thanks Spike, we really appreciate that", said Quami, giving Spike a friendly, appreciative pat on the back. Spike handed the Planeteers all of his equipment, but then decided that wasn't a very good idea. "You know my planet pals, it would really be easier if I continued carrying all this stuff in my backpack until the time comes for using it, later on", he said. Linka and Wheeler both opened their mouths to agree, but before they could say anything the plane dipped downwards. The speakers crackled.