He HATED flying. The thought of his feet not touching the ground unnerved him.
What if the engines all of a sudden gave out? What if the pilot had a fucked up day and chose this moment to end his existence on this god forsaken world? Even worse…what if the pilot croaked? What if a screw came loose and one of the wings fell off? How long would it take him to hit the ground? Would he go to the happy hunting ground instantly? Or would he have to suffer a slow, agonizing death first? What if the plane hit a mountain?
Spike closed his eyes and took a long (unneeded) breath to calm his nerves.
"That god damn, broody, soddin, poofter of a sire. Bet he's laughing his bloody ass off. If I die, I swear I will come back and haunt his stupid ass for the rest of his bleeding eternal long life."
Spike sighed and remembered how the hell he got in this mess.
A day earlier
"Are you off your bleeding rocker? There is no way I am going to travel all the way to New York, during the day I might add, to play taxi driver to some Guarnus demons."
"You're taking the jet."
"Jet!? I'm going to fly!? No! There is no bleeding way, Angel. No way. I will not go to New York, I love the place, but no. One, Guarnus demons are foul. They are stinky. Ooze oozes from every pore of their body and they love to talk. Non-stop talking. I get enough of that here, from Harm. Two, you know I hate flying. Three…"
Angel zoned out, knowing that Spike would ramble on for hours.
'I wonder when he is going to burn a hole in my carpet from all his pacing.'
"POOFTER!"
Angel jumped at Spike's sudden yell.
"You weren't listening to a bloody word I just said, did you?"
"Didn't have to. You ARE going and that is final."
"Why don't you send one of the others? Percy? Genius? Songbird? Lawyerboy?"
"Because…"
"What about you? All you do is sit there in that soddin chair of yours and brood till the cows come home."
"SPIKE! YOU ARE GOING! NO ARGUMENTS!"
Angel had finally lost his cool and exploded at his childe. Spike glared at him. Angel was dangerously close to pulling an Angelus on his obnoxious childe.
"And don't even think about running off. I have many sorcerers on hand that will do as I order them to, so go now. Be off your merry way."
"I hate you."
"The feelings mutual Spike. Now go."
Spike stormed out of the room and made sure he slammed the door as hard as he could. Angel sighed as the windows shook.
Back to present
Spike growled and grabbed the phone.
"Hey pilot! How much longer?"
"We'll be there in approximately 45 minutes."
"We bloody well be there in 45 minutes. Getting a tad bit air sick here."
Before Spike could sit back down there was a bright flash of light and the plane began to descend rapidly.
"Oh balls."
**This is my first fanfic. Reviews would be nice and greatly appreciated. grins**
