A/N: thanx to all my reviewers:trickhayden (twice ^_^) jackie, evil_jasna,
courtney( I feel lots better, glad u like the story). This will be the last
chapter, but I already have some other ideas!
Chapter 10: Seas of Sand
The air trembled, and so did Mia's heart. The plane flew closer to the ground and started to sway again. With tremendous force the bottom of the plane hit the sand. All passengers flew forward with such force the seatbelts snapped. Mia was lucky to be strapped in so tightly. Her bed seemed to make a small flip, but Mia realized that she was still concious. All the excitement became too much for her and again she entered the dark world she'd visited one too many times the last few days.
"Is, is Michael ok?" Mia tried to sit upright as she stammered these words. The nurse had heard similar words minutes before from the boy himself. "He's fine Mia, don't worry about it. He has a small cut, he'll feel better soon. You shouldn't waste your time worrying. Try to feel better. Get some sleep." Mia did as she was told, drifting into a dreamless sleep.
As she was asleep the pilot, his co-pilot, the nurse and Michael himself were having a serious discusion.
"We can fix the wing. Michael we might need your help but the problem can be undone within a day." The co-pilot had put his plan on the table and looked around the circle only to be met by worried faces.
"Uhm, Charles, we would be able to fix the wing, and your plan would totally work if we, uhmmm. Ifweweren'tstuckinthesand"(A/N: 'if we weren't stuck in the sand') Michael said this extremely quick, not to want to ruin the mood.
The nurse shot him a grateful look, after all, he'd spared her from stating the obvious. The plan would never work.
"Oh." the co-pilot looked dissappointed and now a bit hopeless.
The captian saved the day. "Well, then we'll need to get help won't we. There's a city somewhere in the middle of this desert. We'll walk there, we can follow the glow from the lights. If we leave when the sun sets we can get there before dawn. We'll need some supplies of course and we can't leave tonight, it'll be too much. But we can get help, don't give up hope yet."
All four looked at eachother. "How's the patient, Mia?" The co-pilot directed hisquestion to the nurse but it was Michael who responded. "She's asleep, she'll be ok, but we better not tell her everything." "Yes, we don't want to worry her of course. And Michael, the captian and I will walk to town, you can stay here with your friend, reassure her everything will be alright." Michael was grateful to be spared from the harsh walk. He was however worried he wasn't of any help. This didn't matter for the moment, since all four were now ready to catch up on their well deserved sleep.
Michael fell asleep with his head on the side of Mia's bed, and this is how she found him the following morning.
Morning:
"Michael. Michael, wake up, please wake up, I'm so cold. Please wake up." Mia's soft and hopeless cries drew Michael back to reality. He looked at her, she looked so hopeless and alone and all he wanted was to make things better. "What is it Mia?" "I'm so cold, my blanket fell off." "Wait, I'll fix it for you." Michael picked up the blanket and tucked her in. looking into hr eyes he brushed a few strands of hair away from her face. "Trust me Mia, we're going to be fine, everything's gonna be fine." "Michael. I need to." Her voice failed her and her eyes fell shut. The secret would be safe just a little longer.
The rest of the day was spent in total chaos. Michael, the pilot and co- pilot spent almost all day making sure that all the supplies for the walk were sorted out and that the whole trip was carefully planned. Michael spent a lot of time checking on the sleeping Mia however, but the girl barely opened her eyes that day. The Nurse was exhausted herself, but spent time checking on Mia's damaged leg.
"We'll need a helicoper, there's no other way the girl can be transported." The nurse looked worried, since she also realized the resuce mission would be harder than expected.
Evening
Mia opened her eyes. The sun was setting and it was truly a beautiful sight. It made her, if only for a second, forget the pain and the worry. Suddenly the beautiful picture changed into something horrific when at close range a scorpoin appeared. The plane had sunk deep into the sand, so deep the sand nearly reaced Mia's window. The scorpion had crawled out of a hole nearby, searching for something. In the dim reddish glow of the setting sun it's tale shown aggresively, a drop of poison hanging from it. Gasping for air Mia screamed. Noone came, because noone heard.
"Ok, so around 5 tomorrow morning light some of the fireworks. We'll locate you, and the helicopter will come as soon as possible. We'll get you out of here, I promise" With this the captain turned around. Both men set out onto their harsh journey in the hopw that they would rech town before the morning. It didn't seem to close but almost anyone can tell you distances in a desert are decieving. And so was this one.
The nurse returned to the main cabin with Michael. They found Mia shivering in her small head, tears streaming down her face.
"Mia, Mia, what is it?" Michael bent over her as he sat down on the edge of her bed. He watched her gasp for air again, trying to form words. Yet her mind was such a mess she couldn't even produce a sound. So Michael did the only resonable thing in his opinion. He bent over and held her tight. In the confort of his arms Mia calmed down and her fear slowly dissolved. With all of this fear gone her thoughts settled and she again felt tired. This time however, she didn't go to sleep along, but she slept all through the night with Michaels arms around her, or his hand enbracing hers.
At 5 in the morning Michael slowly released Mia. He got up and woke up the nurse. Mia also opened her eyes and saw Michael get out some of the emergency fireworks. "What are you doing?" Michael glanced over at her, "Mia, you woke up, I didn't mean to wake you up. It's time to light the fireworks, the pilot and co-pilot have gone to get some help. The helicopter might find us this way." Mia smiled up at him, "great, can you light them in a way that I can see them, it might cheer me up?" "Sure, anything for you." Mia's heart seemed to be on fire and she felt like she was flipping out. If she only had her diary to write this in. The nurse refused to give her diary to her because it would waste too much of Mia's energy. So Mia starred out of her window, feeling almost content. Michael stepped out into the soft morning light and soon the sky seemed to be on fire. After the 'show' was over Michael stepped back inside. All they had to do now was to wait for the helicopter to find them.
Later:
"Michael?" Michael looked up at Mia, and the girl continued. "It's taking the helicopter a long time, maybe they don't have helicopters here or maybe they never saw the fireworks, or maybe." Her voice trailed off as she became more hopeless and the fire in her eyes seemed to fade. "Mia, it's gonna be ok, don't worry." He got up and took her hand, just like he'd done the night before. Mia suddenly remember the one question she had been dying to ask when the plane had almost crashed. So she looked up into Michaels eyes and digged deep inside her heart to ask, dreading the answer.
"Michael, I need to ask you something." Mia hoped that her voice didn't tremble but she was almost sure that it did. "Remember that I wanted to ask you something before the plane crashed. Well I really want to know why my father is paying you to spend time with me." At the end of her sentence Mia's voice broke into a soft whisper and she couldn't look up at Michael. A surprised look crossed his face. "Why do you think your dad is paying for me to spend time with you?" But he didn't let her explain. "Mia, there's been something I've wanted to tell you ever since. Well, ever since I found out that you were the one that was sending me those cards. And the thing is, I. Mia?" Tears had formed behind her eys, and were now freely falling onto the whine sheets. So he knew, and he'd know all along that she liked him, then why had he never said anything and why was he breaking her heart now. "Mia, please don't cry. I wanted to say that. God, there's no way to put this the right way. Mia, look at me." When Mia refused to look up he gently took hold of her chin a chin and lifted it up. Looking into her eyes he whispered, "Mia, I love you" "But I thought, I tought that you were getting paid." "You're a silly girl, and that's one reason why I love you." Brushing the hair from her face he kissed her gently on the lips.
In the distance the soft humming of the helicopter was nearing, but Mia felt that she could have flown, even without wings.
A/N: A bit fluffy. but I hope you all liked it. If you want to find out how Mia was after the helicopter picked them up and how Lilly reacts then please review and tell me, then I'll write a sequel. So REVIEW!!!!!! Please.
Chapter 10: Seas of Sand
The air trembled, and so did Mia's heart. The plane flew closer to the ground and started to sway again. With tremendous force the bottom of the plane hit the sand. All passengers flew forward with such force the seatbelts snapped. Mia was lucky to be strapped in so tightly. Her bed seemed to make a small flip, but Mia realized that she was still concious. All the excitement became too much for her and again she entered the dark world she'd visited one too many times the last few days.
"Is, is Michael ok?" Mia tried to sit upright as she stammered these words. The nurse had heard similar words minutes before from the boy himself. "He's fine Mia, don't worry about it. He has a small cut, he'll feel better soon. You shouldn't waste your time worrying. Try to feel better. Get some sleep." Mia did as she was told, drifting into a dreamless sleep.
As she was asleep the pilot, his co-pilot, the nurse and Michael himself were having a serious discusion.
"We can fix the wing. Michael we might need your help but the problem can be undone within a day." The co-pilot had put his plan on the table and looked around the circle only to be met by worried faces.
"Uhm, Charles, we would be able to fix the wing, and your plan would totally work if we, uhmmm. Ifweweren'tstuckinthesand"(A/N: 'if we weren't stuck in the sand') Michael said this extremely quick, not to want to ruin the mood.
The nurse shot him a grateful look, after all, he'd spared her from stating the obvious. The plan would never work.
"Oh." the co-pilot looked dissappointed and now a bit hopeless.
The captian saved the day. "Well, then we'll need to get help won't we. There's a city somewhere in the middle of this desert. We'll walk there, we can follow the glow from the lights. If we leave when the sun sets we can get there before dawn. We'll need some supplies of course and we can't leave tonight, it'll be too much. But we can get help, don't give up hope yet."
All four looked at eachother. "How's the patient, Mia?" The co-pilot directed hisquestion to the nurse but it was Michael who responded. "She's asleep, she'll be ok, but we better not tell her everything." "Yes, we don't want to worry her of course. And Michael, the captian and I will walk to town, you can stay here with your friend, reassure her everything will be alright." Michael was grateful to be spared from the harsh walk. He was however worried he wasn't of any help. This didn't matter for the moment, since all four were now ready to catch up on their well deserved sleep.
Michael fell asleep with his head on the side of Mia's bed, and this is how she found him the following morning.
Morning:
"Michael. Michael, wake up, please wake up, I'm so cold. Please wake up." Mia's soft and hopeless cries drew Michael back to reality. He looked at her, she looked so hopeless and alone and all he wanted was to make things better. "What is it Mia?" "I'm so cold, my blanket fell off." "Wait, I'll fix it for you." Michael picked up the blanket and tucked her in. looking into hr eyes he brushed a few strands of hair away from her face. "Trust me Mia, we're going to be fine, everything's gonna be fine." "Michael. I need to." Her voice failed her and her eyes fell shut. The secret would be safe just a little longer.
The rest of the day was spent in total chaos. Michael, the pilot and co- pilot spent almost all day making sure that all the supplies for the walk were sorted out and that the whole trip was carefully planned. Michael spent a lot of time checking on the sleeping Mia however, but the girl barely opened her eyes that day. The Nurse was exhausted herself, but spent time checking on Mia's damaged leg.
"We'll need a helicoper, there's no other way the girl can be transported." The nurse looked worried, since she also realized the resuce mission would be harder than expected.
Evening
Mia opened her eyes. The sun was setting and it was truly a beautiful sight. It made her, if only for a second, forget the pain and the worry. Suddenly the beautiful picture changed into something horrific when at close range a scorpoin appeared. The plane had sunk deep into the sand, so deep the sand nearly reaced Mia's window. The scorpion had crawled out of a hole nearby, searching for something. In the dim reddish glow of the setting sun it's tale shown aggresively, a drop of poison hanging from it. Gasping for air Mia screamed. Noone came, because noone heard.
"Ok, so around 5 tomorrow morning light some of the fireworks. We'll locate you, and the helicopter will come as soon as possible. We'll get you out of here, I promise" With this the captain turned around. Both men set out onto their harsh journey in the hopw that they would rech town before the morning. It didn't seem to close but almost anyone can tell you distances in a desert are decieving. And so was this one.
The nurse returned to the main cabin with Michael. They found Mia shivering in her small head, tears streaming down her face.
"Mia, Mia, what is it?" Michael bent over her as he sat down on the edge of her bed. He watched her gasp for air again, trying to form words. Yet her mind was such a mess she couldn't even produce a sound. So Michael did the only resonable thing in his opinion. He bent over and held her tight. In the confort of his arms Mia calmed down and her fear slowly dissolved. With all of this fear gone her thoughts settled and she again felt tired. This time however, she didn't go to sleep along, but she slept all through the night with Michaels arms around her, or his hand enbracing hers.
At 5 in the morning Michael slowly released Mia. He got up and woke up the nurse. Mia also opened her eyes and saw Michael get out some of the emergency fireworks. "What are you doing?" Michael glanced over at her, "Mia, you woke up, I didn't mean to wake you up. It's time to light the fireworks, the pilot and co-pilot have gone to get some help. The helicopter might find us this way." Mia smiled up at him, "great, can you light them in a way that I can see them, it might cheer me up?" "Sure, anything for you." Mia's heart seemed to be on fire and she felt like she was flipping out. If she only had her diary to write this in. The nurse refused to give her diary to her because it would waste too much of Mia's energy. So Mia starred out of her window, feeling almost content. Michael stepped out into the soft morning light and soon the sky seemed to be on fire. After the 'show' was over Michael stepped back inside. All they had to do now was to wait for the helicopter to find them.
Later:
"Michael?" Michael looked up at Mia, and the girl continued. "It's taking the helicopter a long time, maybe they don't have helicopters here or maybe they never saw the fireworks, or maybe." Her voice trailed off as she became more hopeless and the fire in her eyes seemed to fade. "Mia, it's gonna be ok, don't worry." He got up and took her hand, just like he'd done the night before. Mia suddenly remember the one question she had been dying to ask when the plane had almost crashed. So she looked up into Michaels eyes and digged deep inside her heart to ask, dreading the answer.
"Michael, I need to ask you something." Mia hoped that her voice didn't tremble but she was almost sure that it did. "Remember that I wanted to ask you something before the plane crashed. Well I really want to know why my father is paying you to spend time with me." At the end of her sentence Mia's voice broke into a soft whisper and she couldn't look up at Michael. A surprised look crossed his face. "Why do you think your dad is paying for me to spend time with you?" But he didn't let her explain. "Mia, there's been something I've wanted to tell you ever since. Well, ever since I found out that you were the one that was sending me those cards. And the thing is, I. Mia?" Tears had formed behind her eys, and were now freely falling onto the whine sheets. So he knew, and he'd know all along that she liked him, then why had he never said anything and why was he breaking her heart now. "Mia, please don't cry. I wanted to say that. God, there's no way to put this the right way. Mia, look at me." When Mia refused to look up he gently took hold of her chin a chin and lifted it up. Looking into her eyes he whispered, "Mia, I love you" "But I thought, I tought that you were getting paid." "You're a silly girl, and that's one reason why I love you." Brushing the hair from her face he kissed her gently on the lips.
In the distance the soft humming of the helicopter was nearing, but Mia felt that she could have flown, even without wings.
A/N: A bit fluffy. but I hope you all liked it. If you want to find out how Mia was after the helicopter picked them up and how Lilly reacts then please review and tell me, then I'll write a sequel. So REVIEW!!!!!! Please.