The Honeymoon®
By: Kelly
The clock slowly ticked, as though it were moving in slow motion. Abby counted the seconds until her and Carter would be getting out of the ER and taking off to go on their honeymoon all the way to Cuba. Abby hadn't been out of Chicago in what seemed like forever. The cold and snow of the frigid winters was beginning to get to her and she was glad to be escaping to Mexico with Carter, alone. ALONE! Alone meant no Carrie nipping at their heels like a pack of wild dogs. It meant no Pratt screaming from down the hall, and it meant peace and quiet away from the hustle and bustle of the ER. Abby smiled as the clock struck 4 am. She grabbed her coat and mitts and flew out the ER doors. Carter was right behind her. They went home and got their luggage, and they were on their way.
The flight attendant told them that they were experiencing some minor difficulties about an hour into the flight to beautiful, sunny Cuba. She told them not to be alarmed and that they would be back on track in less than 10 minutes. Abby hoped that that was all that was wrong. Carter looked agitated.
"John, calm down."
"Oh please, I'm the king of calm."
"How come you're sweating?"
"It's hot."
"Uh huh."
"It is."
"Sure."
Abby knew John was scared. He must have been thinking of all the horrible things that could happen on a plane. The intercom was turned back on. This time it was the pilot. Passengers, it is my duty to inform you that the plane is low on fuel. We believe that it has a leak. We are nowhere near a landing field, it is mostly water. There is however an island out in the middle and we are going to attempt to land there.
"What!?!" Carter exclaimed.
"John, please." Abby soothed.
The passengers were all looking just as agitated but not nearly as frightened. Carter seemed to be the only one that thought they were going to die.
"Dear god." Carter said, sweating profusely.
"John, sweetheart, just stay calm."
"Calm?" John said as though she was asking him to perform heart surgery on the plane, "how can I stay calm if we are going to crash land?"
John said 'crash land' fairly loudly, this further frightening the already scared passengers.
"John!" Abby exclaimed.
Abby looked at John. His face was a mixture of anger and fear. She put her head into her hands and stifled a few sobs. Maybe John was right, maybe this was it. Maybe their last time alive would be together, at least.
The plane gave a slight jolt.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the pilot said, "we have not enough fuel to land at the island that we hoped to land on."
"We will have to make a crash landing."
TBC. Please review. By Kelly. ® Carby forever!
The clock slowly ticked, as though it were moving in slow motion. Abby counted the seconds until her and Carter would be getting out of the ER and taking off to go on their honeymoon all the way to Cuba. Abby hadn't been out of Chicago in what seemed like forever. The cold and snow of the frigid winters was beginning to get to her and she was glad to be escaping to Mexico with Carter, alone. ALONE! Alone meant no Carrie nipping at their heels like a pack of wild dogs. It meant no Pratt screaming from down the hall, and it meant peace and quiet away from the hustle and bustle of the ER. Abby smiled as the clock struck 4 am. She grabbed her coat and mitts and flew out the ER doors. Carter was right behind her. They went home and got their luggage, and they were on their way.
The flight attendant told them that they were experiencing some minor difficulties about an hour into the flight to beautiful, sunny Cuba. She told them not to be alarmed and that they would be back on track in less than 10 minutes. Abby hoped that that was all that was wrong. Carter looked agitated.
"John, calm down."
"Oh please, I'm the king of calm."
"How come you're sweating?"
"It's hot."
"Uh huh."
"It is."
"Sure."
Abby knew John was scared. He must have been thinking of all the horrible things that could happen on a plane. The intercom was turned back on. This time it was the pilot. Passengers, it is my duty to inform you that the plane is low on fuel. We believe that it has a leak. We are nowhere near a landing field, it is mostly water. There is however an island out in the middle and we are going to attempt to land there.
"What!?!" Carter exclaimed.
"John, please." Abby soothed.
The passengers were all looking just as agitated but not nearly as frightened. Carter seemed to be the only one that thought they were going to die.
"Dear god." Carter said, sweating profusely.
"John, sweetheart, just stay calm."
"Calm?" John said as though she was asking him to perform heart surgery on the plane, "how can I stay calm if we are going to crash land?"
John said 'crash land' fairly loudly, this further frightening the already scared passengers.
"John!" Abby exclaimed.
Abby looked at John. His face was a mixture of anger and fear. She put her head into her hands and stifled a few sobs. Maybe John was right, maybe this was it. Maybe their last time alive would be together, at least.
The plane gave a slight jolt.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the pilot said, "we have not enough fuel to land at the island that we hoped to land on."
"We will have to make a crash landing."
TBC. Please review. By Kelly. ® Carby forever!