~Flying High Ain't so Fine~
"What do you think, Padfoot? Jason bought us first-class tickets," Remus stared out the window of the airplane. There wasn't much to see since they hadn't taken off yet.
Sirius looked around at the nicely upholstered navy blue seats and squishy mahogany carpet beneath his feet, "Even I have to admit, it's not bad considering it was made by muggles."
Remus shook his head as the 'please buckle your seatbelts' sign lit up. Remus and Sirius strapped on their buckles and sat back. The plane started down the runway, turned around, and started to gain speed as the wheels slowly began to lift off the asphalt.
As the plane slowly ascended into the air, Remus took one look out the window and tightened his grip on the armrests. Suddenly, his face looked very pale and he was breathing a little faster.
Sirius looked over at him and noticed his condition. His eyes wavered in worry, "What's wrong, Remmy?"
"N-Nothing," Remus squeezed his eyes shut and leaned his head back against the headrest.
"Don't give me that shit, Rem, you're as white as Nearly-Headless-Nick. What's bothering..." Sirius took one look out the window and his eyes widened a little, "Fuck, I forgot about your fear of heights! Why didn't you say something?!"
"I d-didn't think it would b-be this bad anymore," Remus continued to squeeze his eyes shut, "I-I was just a k-kid the last time I flew on a b- broom."
"Come on, Rem, relax. Nothing bad is going to happen," Sirius soothed. He reached for his friend's hand and pried it off of the armrest. Remus locked his death grip on Sirius's left hand instead.
"Ow!" Sirius hissed quietly. Remus's grip was tight to say the least! He tried shaking off his friend's hand, but to no avail, so Sirius bared the pain and gave a reassuring squeeze.
The seatbelt sign flickered off as the plane leveled in the air. Sirius unbuckled the latch with one hand and, since Remus was too frightened to move at the time, did his, too.
"That's it," Sirius said shaking Remus's shoulder, "We're trading spots."
"W-Wha?" Remus kind of stuttered out, only half listening.
Sirius stood up from his seat and pulled Remus into his chair. He sat abruptly down now next to the window. Remus had finally let go of Sirius's hand and tried to take deep breaths; he calmed down slightly.
"Better?" Sirius asked.
Remus nodded faintly, the movement bringing him back to reality somewhat.
"Rem," Sirius sighed taking a hold of Remus's hand again, "We're gonna be fine, relax."
Remus began to loosen his grip at Sirius's words as a flight attendant came up to them holding a tray of glasses, "Would you like some champagne, or brandy?"
"Brandy, please," Sirius took a look at Remus, "Better make it two."
"Here..." she handed Sirius the drinks then looked over at Remus, "Is he going to be alright?"
"Yeah, just has a fear of heights," Sirius worriedly glanced at the sandy- blond man beside him.
"Ouu, fear of heights?" she half squealed, "I use to have that. Don't worry, sir, it is very rare that our planes crash."
Remus gulped.
"Well," Sirius looked back up at the flight attendant, "How did you get rid of your fear? I mean, you must have if you fly for a living."
"Oh me?" It kind of disappeared after the plane I was traveling on for vacation crashed right after taking off. Thirty people were hurt and seven were killed, but I though it was rather pointless to survive through that and still be afraid so I..."
Remus turned even paler and Sirius growled, "Thank you."
"Oh, sure," she smiled not even realizing that she had made the situation worse, "My name is Amy if you need anything."
After the girl had disappeared, Sirius turned his attention back to Remus, "Come on, Rem, everything will be fine." He threw a glass in Remus's hand, "Here, have a drink to calm your nerves."
Remus didn't move.
Sirius growled at the woman although she was nowhere in sight. "Take the glass or I'll have to drown you in it," Sirius tried to sound playful.
That sort of seemed to bring the sandy-blonde back to reality as he grabbed the drink and swallowed the contents in one go. It seemed to have a chilly effect on him.
"Well here," Sirius slightly chuckled, "take mine."
Sirius handed over his drink to Remus who downed it in one gulp.
Sirius looked around for the flight attendant, "Amy?"
Amy came over and took the empty glasses, "Yes?"
"Could we get two more?"
|~*~|
After quite a few hours and brandy later, Remus had finally seemed to relax. Color had at last returned to his face and his death grip had been reduced to a mere feathery hold on a glass of liquor.
Sirius chuckled, "Now this isn't so bad is it?"
"After almost half a dozen glasses of brandy, jumping off this plane doesn't seem so bad," Remus took anther sip of his drink.
"Maybe next time I should get you pissed out of your skull and take you up on a broom."
"Don't you dare!" Remus tried to sound stern, but it came out in little fits of giggles.
Sirius went to stretch his legs out in front of him, "I have been on this damn plane for too long."
"Quite whining, Siri, we've got barely a half-hour to go."
Sirius raised an eyebrow, "Since when do you call me Siri?"
Remus took another sip of his drink, "Since I'm thousands of miles up in the air, a little more than intoxicated, and for some reason just don't give a damn. So from now on you're Siri... or Sirius Ian Black when you're in trouble."
"So I'll be Sirius Ian Black for the rest of my life?"
Remus chuckled, "More than likely."
Sirius continued to stretch his legs, "My legs are stiff."
"So go walk around in the isle."
"I don't want to get up," Sirius whined.
"Lazy," Remus smiled,
Sirius puffed out his chest, "It is better to be lazy and live life then to be a work-aholic and live no life."
Remus shot an eyebrow up, "What? Since when did you start trying to be philosophical, and may I mention that 'trying' is the key word?"
"Oh, I'm deeply hurt!" Sirius continued to complain, "What are you going to do?"
"We're almost there. I am going to lay my head back and close my eyes. Why don't you do the same?"
"I have too much energy to sleep!"
"So stare out the window," Remus proceeded to rest his head back and shut his eyes.
Sirius huffed and focused his attention out the window, "Cloud... cloud... cloud... cloud... cloud... hey, Remus!"
Remus peeked one eye open, "What?"
Sirius grinned, "I see a cloud!"
Remus rolled his open eye and closed it again.
Sirius sighed, "Cloud... cloud... cloud... cloud... cloud... hey, Remus!"
Now Remus jerked both eyes open, "What?!"
"That cloud looks like a glass of brandy!"
Remus smacked the raven-haired man on the back of his head.
"Hey!" Sirius shouted, "What did you do that for?"
Remus gave him a funny look, "How can you distinguish a glass of brandy in a cloud from any other drink?"
"I don't know. It just looks like brandy. Look!"
Remus rolled his eyes. Sirius had way too much energy. He was just like a little kid at times.
"Fine, I'll look," Remus grunted, "But just to show you that there is no way to tell the difference between drin... hey that does look like a glass of brandy!"
|~*~|
As the plane finally stopped on the runway, Sirius and Remus got up and headed out of the exit. While waiting to go through security checks once inside the building, Remus started looking around.
"I don't see Jason."
"Maybe he's just late," Sirius inquired.
The two followed a few muggles over to baggage claim. After finding their bags, Remus set his on the ground to take a look around for his friend when two arms snaked their way around his waist.
Remus jumped and turned around to come face to face with another man, another *handsome* man. He was a bit taller then the sandy-blonde, muscularly built, dark brown hair to an almost black that hung loosely around his ears, and had the chocolatiest eyes he had ever seen. Remus blushed, but couldn't move from the stranger's grip.
"Remus, nice to see you!" the man said.
Remus startled, "How do you know my name?"
Sirius came up growling, "Who are you?"
"Haven't changed a bit have you, Sirius?"
Now Sirius looked startled, "How do you know *my* name?"
The man gave the two a puzzled look and realization hit him, "Oh! I forgot! I don't look at all like I use too! Forgot about my childhood physics. It's me, Remus, Jason Randall!"
"What do you think, Padfoot? Jason bought us first-class tickets," Remus stared out the window of the airplane. There wasn't much to see since they hadn't taken off yet.
Sirius looked around at the nicely upholstered navy blue seats and squishy mahogany carpet beneath his feet, "Even I have to admit, it's not bad considering it was made by muggles."
Remus shook his head as the 'please buckle your seatbelts' sign lit up. Remus and Sirius strapped on their buckles and sat back. The plane started down the runway, turned around, and started to gain speed as the wheels slowly began to lift off the asphalt.
As the plane slowly ascended into the air, Remus took one look out the window and tightened his grip on the armrests. Suddenly, his face looked very pale and he was breathing a little faster.
Sirius looked over at him and noticed his condition. His eyes wavered in worry, "What's wrong, Remmy?"
"N-Nothing," Remus squeezed his eyes shut and leaned his head back against the headrest.
"Don't give me that shit, Rem, you're as white as Nearly-Headless-Nick. What's bothering..." Sirius took one look out the window and his eyes widened a little, "Fuck, I forgot about your fear of heights! Why didn't you say something?!"
"I d-didn't think it would b-be this bad anymore," Remus continued to squeeze his eyes shut, "I-I was just a k-kid the last time I flew on a b- broom."
"Come on, Rem, relax. Nothing bad is going to happen," Sirius soothed. He reached for his friend's hand and pried it off of the armrest. Remus locked his death grip on Sirius's left hand instead.
"Ow!" Sirius hissed quietly. Remus's grip was tight to say the least! He tried shaking off his friend's hand, but to no avail, so Sirius bared the pain and gave a reassuring squeeze.
The seatbelt sign flickered off as the plane leveled in the air. Sirius unbuckled the latch with one hand and, since Remus was too frightened to move at the time, did his, too.
"That's it," Sirius said shaking Remus's shoulder, "We're trading spots."
"W-Wha?" Remus kind of stuttered out, only half listening.
Sirius stood up from his seat and pulled Remus into his chair. He sat abruptly down now next to the window. Remus had finally let go of Sirius's hand and tried to take deep breaths; he calmed down slightly.
"Better?" Sirius asked.
Remus nodded faintly, the movement bringing him back to reality somewhat.
"Rem," Sirius sighed taking a hold of Remus's hand again, "We're gonna be fine, relax."
Remus began to loosen his grip at Sirius's words as a flight attendant came up to them holding a tray of glasses, "Would you like some champagne, or brandy?"
"Brandy, please," Sirius took a look at Remus, "Better make it two."
"Here..." she handed Sirius the drinks then looked over at Remus, "Is he going to be alright?"
"Yeah, just has a fear of heights," Sirius worriedly glanced at the sandy- blond man beside him.
"Ouu, fear of heights?" she half squealed, "I use to have that. Don't worry, sir, it is very rare that our planes crash."
Remus gulped.
"Well," Sirius looked back up at the flight attendant, "How did you get rid of your fear? I mean, you must have if you fly for a living."
"Oh me?" It kind of disappeared after the plane I was traveling on for vacation crashed right after taking off. Thirty people were hurt and seven were killed, but I though it was rather pointless to survive through that and still be afraid so I..."
Remus turned even paler and Sirius growled, "Thank you."
"Oh, sure," she smiled not even realizing that she had made the situation worse, "My name is Amy if you need anything."
After the girl had disappeared, Sirius turned his attention back to Remus, "Come on, Rem, everything will be fine." He threw a glass in Remus's hand, "Here, have a drink to calm your nerves."
Remus didn't move.
Sirius growled at the woman although she was nowhere in sight. "Take the glass or I'll have to drown you in it," Sirius tried to sound playful.
That sort of seemed to bring the sandy-blonde back to reality as he grabbed the drink and swallowed the contents in one go. It seemed to have a chilly effect on him.
"Well here," Sirius slightly chuckled, "take mine."
Sirius handed over his drink to Remus who downed it in one gulp.
Sirius looked around for the flight attendant, "Amy?"
Amy came over and took the empty glasses, "Yes?"
"Could we get two more?"
|~*~|
After quite a few hours and brandy later, Remus had finally seemed to relax. Color had at last returned to his face and his death grip had been reduced to a mere feathery hold on a glass of liquor.
Sirius chuckled, "Now this isn't so bad is it?"
"After almost half a dozen glasses of brandy, jumping off this plane doesn't seem so bad," Remus took anther sip of his drink.
"Maybe next time I should get you pissed out of your skull and take you up on a broom."
"Don't you dare!" Remus tried to sound stern, but it came out in little fits of giggles.
Sirius went to stretch his legs out in front of him, "I have been on this damn plane for too long."
"Quite whining, Siri, we've got barely a half-hour to go."
Sirius raised an eyebrow, "Since when do you call me Siri?"
Remus took another sip of his drink, "Since I'm thousands of miles up in the air, a little more than intoxicated, and for some reason just don't give a damn. So from now on you're Siri... or Sirius Ian Black when you're in trouble."
"So I'll be Sirius Ian Black for the rest of my life?"
Remus chuckled, "More than likely."
Sirius continued to stretch his legs, "My legs are stiff."
"So go walk around in the isle."
"I don't want to get up," Sirius whined.
"Lazy," Remus smiled,
Sirius puffed out his chest, "It is better to be lazy and live life then to be a work-aholic and live no life."
Remus shot an eyebrow up, "What? Since when did you start trying to be philosophical, and may I mention that 'trying' is the key word?"
"Oh, I'm deeply hurt!" Sirius continued to complain, "What are you going to do?"
"We're almost there. I am going to lay my head back and close my eyes. Why don't you do the same?"
"I have too much energy to sleep!"
"So stare out the window," Remus proceeded to rest his head back and shut his eyes.
Sirius huffed and focused his attention out the window, "Cloud... cloud... cloud... cloud... cloud... hey, Remus!"
Remus peeked one eye open, "What?"
Sirius grinned, "I see a cloud!"
Remus rolled his open eye and closed it again.
Sirius sighed, "Cloud... cloud... cloud... cloud... cloud... hey, Remus!"
Now Remus jerked both eyes open, "What?!"
"That cloud looks like a glass of brandy!"
Remus smacked the raven-haired man on the back of his head.
"Hey!" Sirius shouted, "What did you do that for?"
Remus gave him a funny look, "How can you distinguish a glass of brandy in a cloud from any other drink?"
"I don't know. It just looks like brandy. Look!"
Remus rolled his eyes. Sirius had way too much energy. He was just like a little kid at times.
"Fine, I'll look," Remus grunted, "But just to show you that there is no way to tell the difference between drin... hey that does look like a glass of brandy!"
|~*~|
As the plane finally stopped on the runway, Sirius and Remus got up and headed out of the exit. While waiting to go through security checks once inside the building, Remus started looking around.
"I don't see Jason."
"Maybe he's just late," Sirius inquired.
The two followed a few muggles over to baggage claim. After finding their bags, Remus set his on the ground to take a look around for his friend when two arms snaked their way around his waist.
Remus jumped and turned around to come face to face with another man, another *handsome* man. He was a bit taller then the sandy-blonde, muscularly built, dark brown hair to an almost black that hung loosely around his ears, and had the chocolatiest eyes he had ever seen. Remus blushed, but couldn't move from the stranger's grip.
"Remus, nice to see you!" the man said.
Remus startled, "How do you know my name?"
Sirius came up growling, "Who are you?"
"Haven't changed a bit have you, Sirius?"
Now Sirius looked startled, "How do you know *my* name?"
The man gave the two a puzzled look and realization hit him, "Oh! I forgot! I don't look at all like I use too! Forgot about my childhood physics. It's me, Remus, Jason Randall!"