Author: Skytate17

Title: You Won't Be The One That Got Away

Summary: The two ended up at the same bar every Friday night. One came to dance, one came to do his job. They were two different worlds, colliding on these ambitious Friday nights when the party goers were out. Stealing glances across the bar, one wishing the other would knew he existed, the other wishing he never existed at all.

Chapter Ten

Bridge stood quietly, watching Sky work some things out with a booking agent. He was zoning out completely, his mind a million places other than the airport. His mother couldn't really explain what was going on with his father, but as far as he knew, there was a chance that his father could pass away, that's why he was immediately sent to the hospital.

He nervously tapped his foot against the ground, not wanting to get wrapped up in the what ifs, but he just couldn't help himself. What if his father did pass away? He wasn't sure what he was going to do. Sure, his father lived halfway across the country now, but he was still his biggest inspiration and best friend. What if he didn't make it in time to say goodbye?

Bridge turned his head, seeing Sky standing up from the desk where he was talking with the agent. He wandered to Bridge, handing him a piece of paper with some information on it. Bridge studied it for a moment before narrowing his eyes and reading over it. "You got two tickets… is that one for there, one back?"

"Nope, it's two round trip tickets," Sky stated then, nodding his head as he snatched up the paper, beginning to head towards the check in desk as he fiddled with his wallet, searching for his information.

Bridge scurried after him, assuming that his mind was just so frazzled that he heard Sky wrong. "Wait, two round trip? You aren't coming, are you?" Sky eagerly nodded his head, having to stop because he was having trouble finding his ID and things of that nature. "What? Why?"

"Because I feel like I owe you something… not only that, it's going to be one hell of a lonely and worrying plane ride without someone," Sky stated, becoming frustrated with the fact that he couldn't seem to find his stuff. He didn't really have much in there are far as money went, but he had credit cards and thing of that nature like crazy.

"But… you don't have any of your stuff!" Bridge shot back, that being the only rational reason he could come up with for Sky not coming. Nothing about the argument, the fact that they weren't really together, the fact that he was giving up a lot of time to fly half way across the country, didn't even play as an issue in his mind.

Sky shrugged, giving up his search for just a second to give Bridge a cheesy grin. "So."

The guy stared up at him with a thankful grin, lowering his head for a second, not really sure how to show his thanks beside smiling like an idiot. Apparently, though, he was showing it just fine. "You're welcome," Sky murmured, grinning at him as he was finally able to yank out his information.

The two were soon seated on a plane, the stewardess making her rounds up and down the aisle to make sure everyone was seated and ready for the plane to take off. Bridge took the seat by the window, but he wasn't even sure why. He was leaving it closed because there was nothing to see through the darkness except for the lights of the city below.

Sky tapped his fingers against the arm rest of his chair, leaning his head back against his seat. "You aren't a nervous flyer, are you?" he questioned his companion as Bridge looked away from the closed window, forcing a smile.

"Not usually… haven't flown since I left my parents house, though," he stated, counting the years back in his head. "Most the time I drive to their house… but, didn't have time for that tonight," Bridge murmured, lowering his head a bit as all the thoughts of his father's illness clouding his mind.

He wasn't even sure what had happened to his father, which is what made it worse. He could be suffering right now from intense pain. His mother was probably driving herself crazy over it, much like Bridge was doing to himself.

Suddenly, his train of thought was broken when he felt a hand brush against his knee. Glancing to his leg, then tracing up the arm following it, he saw Sky smiling at him sheepishly. "You were shaking like crazy," Sky murmured then, immediately taking his hand away from Bridge's leg.

"Sorry," Bridge murmured back, a smile breaking at the corner of his lip. He rested his own hand on his knee as if to stop the crazy tapping his foot was doing, but there was really no hope for him as of right this second. He had the jitters, and they probably weren't going to end until he knew his father was well and safe at home.

Sky' hand lounged over the arm rest, his attention now focused on the stewardess' voice as she went over emergency procedures and things like that. He knew the routine, though, and began to blank out a bit. His gaze lingered over towards Bridge, who had returned to staring at the shade of the closed window, his foot tapping wildly again.

Reaching out, Sky snatched up the other guy's hand that was resting on his leg. Bridge looked over in surprise, feeling Sky squeeze his hand. "See, aren't you glad I came," he smirked, Bridge nodding his head as he allowed himself to ease up a little bit. It was going to be one long ride otherwise.

After a two hour and forty minute plane ride, and a fifteen minute taxi ride to the doctor's, Bridge and Sky were now rushing through the hospital building. They had already been given room numbers, but as of this second, they weren't going to be able to see his father because he was being tested for numerous things, meaning they were stuck in the waiting room.

At least Bridge's mother was going to be there. The two entered the waiting room, seeing the dark haired woman uneasily rested in one of the chairs, hopping up immediately when she saw her son. "Bridge!" she yelped, throwing her arms around him and hugging him tightly to herself. Sky lingered in the background awkwardly, unsure of how his mother was going to take some random guy tagging along in business he had nothing to do with.

"How's dad? Where is he? Do you they what's wrong?" Bridge immediately rambled, still with his mother in the tight embrace. She finally slid from him, taking a heavy breath as she averted her attention to the floor.

"They're still not positive, so right now they're running him through some tests… But, we came here because he had a really bad migraine. They're saying it's possible that he could have a brain aneurism, which is leaving him with fifty percent chance of surviving," she explained slowly, her eyes then focusing on Sky, who was lingering in the background, trying to keep to himself for a moment.

Bridge followed her gaze, not exactly wanting to break their conversation, but knowing his mother was awfully curious about the young man behind them. "Mom, this is Sky," he muttered, signaling the man to take a step closer. "He helped get me out here when he heard what was going on…"

She smiled, rushing over to give him a hug regardless of how well she knew him. It was just a habit in Bridge's family. "Oh, bless you," she murmured, Sky smiling at the affection before she let go and exchanged glances with the both of them. "Do you guys work together or….?" Her sentence trailed as she eyed her son.

"We work at the club together, yeah," Bridge chuckled briefly, then leaning in and brushing the hair away from his mother's ear. Sky watched his friend whisper something to this mother, not able to hear at all, but somehow having a good clue as to what was being said. She gave a look of understanding before smiling at Sky, who was now blushing slightly.

She folded her hands over her lap, then averting her attention to the ground again. "I hate to have you guys rush all the way out here and not see your father, but right now visiting hours are over and they're only allowing one person to stay the night," she explained with a nod, Bridge frowning then. "So, if you want, you can take my car and head back to the house, if you remember how to get there."

"Of course I do," Bridge muttered with half a smile, although he was heartbroken that he wasn't going to get to see his father tonight. If anything were to happen, he was sure his mother would call and tell him to come back though. She shuffled through her purse for her keys, yanking them out and handing them over. Before the two were to take off, though, she wrapped Bridge in another hug.

"I have a good sense that things are going to be fine," she murmured, then sliding from his embrace to quickly give the same affection to Sky. "It was nice meeting you, Sky."

"You, too, Mrs. Carson," he murmured back as she backed away, waving to the both of them.