A/N: thanks to all who reviewed.

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Chapter 4: Tell me something I don't already know….

"Wow. I can't believe in all of the 15 years that I've lived here, I've never even been to this airport! It's gigantic!" I exclaimed, completely floored.

"Yeah well, you get used to it. C'mon Posh, we gotta pick up our tickets!"

"But we haven't got them yet…" I protested as he dragged me to the self baggage check.

Grinning, he pulled out two tickets. Once again, I was beyond floored. "Kate… I read your journal. Don't kill me. I decided if u were hell bent on finding your dad, that we better go soon. So I ordered and printed our tickets out online."

I Shrieked and jumped up and down, overwhelmed with excitement… until I looked at the flight time. "Oh shit! We board in ten minutes! Quick! We have to check our bags in!"

"No time. We'll have them as our carry on's."

Ugggghhhhh… I hate flying! I said to myself as the plane began to move.

Half way thru the flight I forgot about my fear and became bored. "fredddddd" I whined, "I'm so bored now!"

Luckily, there were hardly any people on the plane. Night flights must not be very popular…

I decided to take a nap and fell asleep instantly. Everything was quiet and peaceful when suddenly "AHH!" I screamed.

"Posh, calm down! I just want you to listen to this song." He handed me his ipod and I grinned awkwardly.

I put the earphones in and instantly recognized the song. "Broken" by Seether.

"I wanted you to know, I love the way you laugh, I want to hold you high and steal your pain away, I keep you photograph and I know it serves me well, I wanna hold you high and steal your pain… 'cause I'm broken when I'm open and I don't feel right when your gone away…" I sang softly.

Carefully, I glanced at Freddy, who was peacefully sitting with his eyes closed. Studying him, I noticed a stay unspiked hair on his forehead. Almost on impulse, I reached out and brushed it out of the way.

Sighing, I slid back in my chair and closed my eyes. Jones. He was so perfect. Why does it always seem when you want something the most, you can never get it, no matter how hard you try…