Man this was fun to write. I'm on such a creative high I love it. Though I am vaguely wondering if I should change the rating to M instead. Not planning on having full-on smut, but …

A couple OCs appear in this chapter, I hope I have shown them well. Was focusing a good portion on given bios. Ah, just tell me what you think.

Davion slouched in the seat that his ticket had directed him to. Seat B-12, an aisle seat. He stretched his arms out above him, arching his back slightly as he yawned. He then collapsed into his normal suave posture as if he had never executed the action. The blond blinked several times, sniffed, and then reached into his carry-on bag. He resurfaced with an iPod and headphones.

Laura Anderson, a flight attendant, had been watching him. She had been with many people in her travels, but never had she seen such magnificence with so much confidence before. The blond's hair was not long, but somehow he wore it as a mane, occasionally tossing his head to one side to get rid of the styled bangs in his eyes. That was one of the first shockers to her; his hair appeared to have actually seen a comb before. A rare thing in males from the West.

She wondered if he was a movie star, or some sort of celebrity she happened to have not heard of. The brunette would have expected she'd remember his face if she were to ever see it in a movie, but maybe he had one of those faces that stood out all the more in person.

What she was hesitant to sum up was his area of location. His apparent tan and muscled arms would make her assume he was from some warm, perhaps a beach of some sort. She could easily imagine him strutting about white hot sand with a surfboard under one arm. Perhaps a cool pokemon like an houndoom or arcanine running at his feet, or maybe something really sweet like an altaria perched on one shoulder. Then she would take note of his clothes, and wonder something else all together. His white sweater was cropped to reveal his stomach, the sleeves shortened to present his lower arms. Even scrunched in his sitting position in the crowded seating on the plane, she could see he was well endowed, but did he really have to wear such a flaunting top? She squinted and realized that he was awfully leggy, and that his shorts were curiously short.

She was reminded of David Bowie for some reason.

If he was going to be wearing such light clothing, he must be accustomed to the weather in Cerulean City. The water front was awfully chilly there, and the area was on a very high latitude. There were only two types of people that would be wearing light clothing when traveling to such a cold destination: people from the area, or from a similar climate, that are used to the slight chill of the Northern winds, or someone who is from the Southern islands who has not traveled much, and therefore does not appreciate just how severely cold it can get.

The mystery passenger turned his head and stared straight at her. She gasped slightly, caught off guard by his sudden attention, as well as from his sculpted face, and vaguely wondered if he could sense that she had been ogling him for the past five minutes.

"Oooh, Laura, I think that man in the twelfth row was checking me out!" She jumped slightly at the sudden presence of Camille, the elder of the two flight attendants. Laura's eyes flickered between her companion and the male; he was looking away now.

"O-oh, was he?" Was she referring to his sudden attention to their general direction, or during an earlier time when he was first being seated? From the way the woman was twittering on her feet, she would assume the latter.

"Mmhm, definitely. I tell ya, it's been a while since I've seen such a fine selection of man on a plane. I mean, Dave is cute and all that, but this one takes the cake." Laura was playfully nudged by Camille who had turned on her heel to exit the plane. "Come on, we can check him out later; we have make way for the rest of the boarding passengers."

Laura spared another glance at the boy, then followed her coworker to the front of the plane. The two spent about ten minutes of greeting and ushering more passengers on to the plane. As people from different areas continued to board, most purposely keeping their attention on seat numbers, she was noting their appearances. Most of the men were much older, in business suits or vests, with a slight gut to the stomach. Women were heavier with loose-fitting clothing and a child or two attached to their sleeves. Several teenagers climbed on board as well, but none held her attention like the original blond that had boarded before.

She stood off to the side as Camille and Darrel, an older flight attendant, demonstrated the proper procedure for putting on a breathing mask. The two animatedly mimed gagging from lack of oxygen before the comfort of the nonexistent air entered their system. They showed their "relief" toward being able to breathe again. A few of the passengers began clapping playfully, starting up the rest of the plane as well (albeit most were not sure why they were clapping), and the two workers lapped up the attention. The captain then began to instruct further directions of putting away carry-on items.

Laura took her cue to begin checking the overhead compartments, tapping them with her hand, whilst checking the passengers to make sure they were securely buckled. She hated having to remind grown men and women to ensure their safety, especially when they would give her a scathing glare. She knew that they were just embarrassed, but it was not as if she was reminding them for her own health. It was for their safety!

She then came to an abrupt halt when she realized she was right next to the blond boy. His head was bowed slightly, headset still on. The heavy man next to him seemed disgruntled by his presence from the way he attempted in vain to lean away from the boy. She shook her head. There was no way with the small space the larger man was going to gain much distance. The plane wasn't that big.

She took a deep breathe before tentatively poking the boy. She had been expecting him to snap his head at her and glare, but his reaction was much more slow, much more calculated. His upper back seemed to roll into place as all the segments of his spine hooked into proper formation. In one movement, he cocked his head toward her, eyes wide with curiosity, and used a hand to hold one headphone away from his ear. He seemed to be looking at her expectantly.

"Oh," she gasped then giggled nervously. She had forgotten for a moment she had a purpose besides intruding on his alone time. "I-I'm sorry." Where was this stuttering coming from? She never stuttered! "But you have to turn off your electronics right now, you can wait until the Captain says it's okay to turn it back on."

Laura was further surprised when he completed the action without his eyes ever leaving hers. The process of taking the headphones off of his head, putting them back in his bag, sitting back up again, the whole time he kept looking at her. She had always assumed blue or green eyes were the most captivating of eye colors, but his musky brown seemed to be searching every fiber of her being. He continued to eye her, and she couldn't help but stare back. She hoped her cheeks were not turning red. She did kind of wish he'd say something, though.

"Laura," Camille's voice whisked her from her own little world. "I'm done with the right aisle, would you get a move on?" Some passengers grumbled for added emphasis. Completely unneeded. The brunette was already embarrassed, realizing her total lack of professionalism. She was on the job! And the poor boy was probably waiting for her to leave him alone so he could get back to his music! He wasn't interested!

She hurriedly finished checking in with the rest of her aisle, mentally berating herself all the way. It didn't help matters when she met up with Camille and Darrel, both wearing knowing smirks.

"I see I'm not the only one who's been checkin' out Mister Wickins." Camille chortled. "I'd recommend being a bit more discreet about having an interest, but hey, we all have our flirting techniques."

"Or lack thereof." Darrel snickered for added effect.

"Shut up, guys." Laura muttered, unfolding her seat for takeoff. She paused for a moment, then continued to situate herself. "And what did you say his name was? 'Wicker'?"

"Wickins." Camille corrected, shaking her head heavily. "And it's only a guess. An educated guess, but a guess nonetheless." She paused. "Oh, that rhymed." Darrel offered a vague high five.

"How'd you come to that conclusion?" Laura was not going to bother hiding interest at that point.

"While you were checking him out – when he leaned forward – I noticed that on the back of his jacket, 'Wickins' was spelled out. Over the '00'." Camille jerked her head while helping Darrel buckle himself. "I'm assuming he was on a sports team or something. That's his last name."

"And there is no person in any big league with the last name of 'Wickins'," Darrel added before Laura could question the obvious. "I of all people would know." The two women shrugged at that claim. He certainly was a sports fanatic.

"He could be a swimmer," Camille cocked her head, presumably to see the Wickins boy in question. "That'd be one reason for the shaved legs."

Laura guffawed while Darrel rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I could see it. Especially with that build. Good shoulders, strong legs, plus with that attire – I bet you're right." Darrel grinned at his own analysis. The plane rattled slightly as it made its turn, preparing for the runway. The three had gone through enough drills and takeoffs to last them a life time; they were not fazed by their Captain's overhead directions for the passengers. It was nothing new, so they talked over him.

"I think he's an actor." Laura murmured. The two looked at her in surprise, then toward the passenger. "With a face like that, I mean. Plus he has this air about him, you know?" The two shrugged, but didn't deny it. Both liked their own assumptions on the boy, and liked the idea of being correct.

"Or a big shot trainer, blah blah blah, let's change the subject already." Darrel grumbled. If he knew those two girls, the topic was soon going to turn toward the boy's nether regions and just what they would like to do with him. Darrel could calmly and assuredly say that he was uninterested.

The two girls pouted. They weren't finished talking about the mystery man. "You're just jealous girls don't fawn over ya," Camille rolled her eyes. "If ya don't want to hear, then don't listen. I haven't had a good lay since my boyfriend traveled over to Sinnoh. Ya know how this airline don't travel over there. I'm lonely." She said playfully, but truthfully. Her two companions sighed with understanding.

"You're going to see Rayman in a couple of weeks. You know how time flies by when we're traveling between Johto and Kanto." Laura said softly. Darrel gave a slight nod in agreement. He had wanted a topic change, admittedly, but hearing about Camille's woes was almost worse. He'd rather hear about their libido levels.

Camille leaned over, placing a hand on Laura's knee. "Thanks, I appreciate the thought." She then reclined back into her seat with a frustrated groan. "I'm just horny, that's all." Laura chuckled. Darrel mentally corrected himself: hearing about their libido levels was never the better option. No matter the circumstance.

The three continued on the scattered topic: Camille wanting to sex it up, Laura still embarrassed over her previous actions, and Darrel sorry he didn't hitch a seat on the other end of the plane. It was when the Captain announced that the seatbelt sign was off, and people were aloud to move about the plane, that the three stood up from their seats and began to go about completing assigned tasks. Camille and Darrel were to run the different carts up and down the two aisles, providing little meals and drinks for the passengers. Laura was tagging along with Darrel, who was too short to reach the other side of the cart, handing poured drinks to different people. She took careful note that the cart she was working on was not going to pass the Wickins boy, a plan that she executed purposely; she didn't want to embarrass herself again, screw professionalism!

Despite her determination to lose her sudden fascination and obvious attraction, her eyes kept wandering to seat B-12. Most of the time he would seem to be asleep, head lolled away from the aisle with head phones perched on head, iPod in clenched hands. She had the impression that the music was a bit loud, due to the silent complaints of the man seated next to him. She couldn't help but smile to herself at the man's misfortune of being stuck with a painfully better looking man and being disturbed by the same man.

She was also surprised at the times when the Wickins boy's gaze seemed to be fixed on her. She wondered if she was just being vane and silly and getting her hopes up, but then he would be there, staring straight at her with a strange, emotionless expression. But it wasn't completely emotionless, the real issue was that he was impossible to read. He just continued to watch her, and her anxiety and self-consciousness continued to grow evolving from the bud of a bulbasaur to a venusaur flower in full bloom.

"Feel as ridiculous as a skitty." She muttered.

Darrel twitched slightly at her comment, but said nothing, focusing in on the orders of the family in row 23. She offered up the several cokes, waters and juice bottle that was ordered, and then helped Darrel clean up the cart.

"Alright, we have about twenty minutes before we should begin making trash rounds." Darrel announced as she slid the cart back into its slot. She gave a slight nod, then bowed her head slightly.

"Um, is it okay if I head over to the bathroom – ?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Darrel waved her off. "Certainly don't need my permission."

She nodded before scampering off to the other side of the plane where the slightly better bathroom was. She used to find it horribly disgusting to use, and would try to contain herself for landing, but after three years, she had found that air port restrooms were much worse than the airplane ones. Especially since she knew who was cleaning the plane and just how often it was cleaned, whereas the airport is a worrisome mystery. It is different from port to port.

She locked the door, checking her appearance before doing her business. She wanted to look presentable to the Wickins boy, even if there was nothing going to be started between the two of them. Business was business, and these people were her customers. Wasn't it poor etiquette to have an interest in someone you are working for? It was common knowledge that dating people you work with is a no-no; why should it be any different for people who you're only going to know for six hours? Laura considered passengers, for these reasons, to be people to stay away from.

Yet the moment that she finished washing her hands and unlocked the door, she pushed the thoughts away. The door was pushed in instantly after she unlocked the door, and she had to jump back to keep from being banged into. She was completely bewildered by the sudden intrusion. Was someone really that eager to use the restroom? They could stand to wait a moment or so. She was getting out.

Then a sandal made its way into the tiny compartment, followed by shaved legs with accented shorts and a cropped sweater. She stood frozen as the Wickins boy closed the door behind him and locked it, pushing himself very close to her from the lack of space. His high cheek bones, his pink lips, his perked nose, all of his handsome features were all the more striking up close. Or perhaps because the situation was simply more sexual than she had experienced in a while.

He then leaned forward and gently placed a kiss on her neck. She jumped away, a tiny 'peep' uttered as she continued to stare at him with wide eyes. He blinked several times, perhaps taken back by her response. He then leaned back, pressing a leg against hers. She spared a glance at her stockings and tried to recall if she had shaved recently.

"U-um … what are you doing?" She asked timidly. It wasn't that silly of a question. She was minding her own business, doing her own business, when out of nowhere this guy steps in and puts them in this very awkward situation. She certainly was not in the mood for some crazy rape scenario, and she really had a schedule to keep to. Yet he was looking at her like she was a moron.

He looked down at himself, then at her, the slightest twitch of an eyebrow that said 'what do you think I'm doing?'

"Seriously, I have a job to do, and this really isn't the place." He leaned forward, placing another kiss on her neck, a little higher. She never knew she could get so many goose bumps while feeling so sweaty. She had previously been under the impression that goose bumps only occured when a person was cold or really nervous. She was nervous, of course, but that wasn't why she reacted so well. "Ah … um… I'm a stewardess, you know." Another kiss, on the other side, with a bit more pressure. Mm, he smelled nice and musky. "Are you, what's your name?"

He broke away from her, and it was then that she realized he had had her in an embrace. "Hn, Davion." He applied more kisses, and she shuddered.

"Well, um, Davion." Did she just coo? Man when was the last time she had a boyfriend? She couldn't really count. She was too confused with her current company. "Are you sure you're - ?" She wasn't sure what she was trying to ask. She didn't want him to stop, but the whole scene felt too weird. And his movements were oddly sweet and controlled.

"Allergies?" He brought her out of her thoughts. Allergies? He was talking about allergies? Why on earth would that be an issue?

"Um, no…?"

He continued his physical affection while fiddling with some object in his sweater pocket. She blinked several times (a contact had gotten out of place) before realizing he was holding a condom. Oh. So he wanted to have sex. She wasn't sure why this was such a surprise to her. She placed her hands on his shoulders, holding him back slightly. He stopped, a slight look of impatience, but he understood her hesitance. It appeared he wasn't interested in a rape scenario, either.

She sighed, trying to tame the flutter of butterfree in her stomach. Was she in the mood for sex? Well she certainly was at that point. And she had never had sex with such a good looking guy before, especially one so interested in her. Plus, he didn't look like he was carrying any STDs, and even then, he did provide a condom…

"Oh, alright." She muttered. His eyes lit up and he launched himself on her, lips first, body second.

Goal: met.

Just joined the 'Mile High Club'.

Davion arrived at Cerulean City a happy man. Even with all of the weird looks he was receiving, due to his misplaced attire. He was feeling hotter than ever, multiple meanings intended. The stewardess had been checking him out the entire plane ride, and was not a bad looker. Not a screamer, either. He adjusted his duffle bag, and scanned the waiting area.

Most of the passengers were headed off at a speedy pace toward the checkout area to reclaim their bags. Davion stood numbly for a moment. He had been told that he was going to be picked up by someone in the program, but he saw no one in the crowd. He may have to go down to the baggage claim, but the waiting area could also take place the current lobby he stood in. He peered around some more, then found something of intrigue. It took him a moment to process, but a large sign with 'The Ranger Tour' was strung up over some seats. Sitting in the area was a collection of bags, his included. He wasn't going to have to go searching for his at the baggage claim. Cool. Sitting around the bags were three teenagers. He strutted up to them, hands in his tiny pockets.

Two of the three took note of him walking toward them, and after a moment, gave some hesitant waves. Two males and a female. His eyes pinpointed on a possible target. The girl was really thin, not big-chested, leggy – long-limbed to be precise. Not bad. Short white hair that was cropped a little oddly. Her face seemed smaller with her long side-swept bangs. She was smiling as she lowered he hand in greeting.

He took note of the boy next to her, arms folded across chest, eyes glaring heatedly. Despite being awfully thin, his presence was large. His coloring was identical to the girl seated next to him. In his hands were a couple of pokeballs. Davion blinked several times, then walked up to the trio, the grumpy one in particular. Davion leaned toward the annoyed male who jerked back when the blond got close to his face. The boy had red eyes.

"What the hell's your problem?" The guy raged. Davion blinked again, and then sat back in his seat across from them, next to the third boy in the party. "Oy, I'm talking to you, dickwad!" Davion's headphones that had been slung around his neck were being repositioned over his ears. The guy was loud.

"Hain, calm down." The girl smiled at the white-haired boy with a crooked smile. She then turned to Davion who was fiddling with his iPod. The white hair boy was grumbling obscenities, but in greater control than a few seconds ago.

"So, you're on the Ranger Tour, right?" The boy next to him had a slight smile, much friendlier than the other boy (albeit, not a very fair comparison). He must have traveled from a farther region, since his slight facial hair needed a shave. Davion's eyes flickered to him, then turned back to his iPod. "Okay, well, I'm Shawn Libman." Shawn's blue eyes brightened behind his waterfall of black hair. He held out a hand expectantly. Davion reached over and shook it dutifully.

"Davion Wickins."

"I'm Friday Einsturzen," the girl angled herself toward the two. "This is my brother, Hain." The albino boy grunted at his identification. Davion eyed Hain with a blank expression. Hain glared back in response, continuing to fiddle with the pokeballs in his hands.

Hain broke off from their staring contest, muttering to Friday about letting his pokemon out already.

"Hey," Davion produced a little sigh, and finally took the headphones off. He wasn't going to be listening to any music. "Do you have, uh, heavier clothes? It's -1 degrees Celsius out." Shawn said awkwardly. A little weird to have to ask a person about their clothing choice. Particularly between two males.

Davion shrugged. "Hn, whatever." Ever since his active plane ride, he hasn't been all that cold. He dug into his bag and fished out a heavier, long-sleeved hoodie. Without a second glance he stripped his original 'sweater', shoved it into the bag (ignorant or just plain ignoring the open staring at his naked torso), and pulled the hoodie on. He readjusted his headphones and reached into his jacket pocket for a stick of gum.

"Is he some sort of manwhore?" Hain asked his sister with slight disbelief. The girl snorted at his comment while trying to appear appalled. Shawn shook his head, unsure how to respond to that comment.

Davion snapped his gum. His hands were in his pockets, and without the others realizing, he had his headphones out again.

"Friday," Hain muttered, slumping further in his chair. He wanted to let his pokemon out, and he wanted to get out of the boring airport. "When is it that we're supposed to be picked up?" She furrowed her brows and began rifling through her bags.

"Uh, give me a moment. In here somewhere…"

"We have a half hour or so." The two siblings looked up at Shawn who already had some papers out, directions from the company. In his other hand was a thick book. "Probably longer since some of the flights are running late cause some idiot trainers were doing some aerial fighting." Hain regarded the raven haired teen in front of him.

"Seriously?" His attention was back on his sister. "Well this sucks ass."

The four retreated to their own interests: the two siblings talking amongst themselves, Shawn's nose in a book, and Davion half asleep, listening to his music. The four pretty calm until a voice called out, sounding past even Davion's headphones.

"Davion?"

His eyes snapped open at the sound of his name. He lowered himself in his seat and lifted up his hoodie. The other three followed the source to a woman dressed in a short denim skirt, vest, and white blouse. The name tag and tie indicated she was a stewardess of some sort. Her long brown hair was wavy, if a bit messy, and she was looking about wildly. She was squinting at them, as if she had seen a ghost flitting about in their direction.

The blond glided over to Friday, snuck a glance out of the corner of his eye, and then turned back to the suspicious girl. She was inclined away from him slightly, not liking his intense stare. He was too close for her liking. Hain seemed to be of similar mind, glaring at the boy, daring him to make a move. Davion reached over, grasping her opposite armrest. She was pressed up tightly to the back of her chair.

"What are you doing?" She demanded.

"Hit me once she's gone." He told her seriously.

"Huh?"

He easefully closed the distance between the two of them, mentally congratulating himself on his stealth. The Shawn boy was smart to have him change sweatshirts; the brunette chick wouldn't be able to recognize him if he played his cards right. Not to mention he was having at his second girl for the day. Petite was a fun type. Soft kisses here and there, no necessary full-blown make out. Not bad at all, certainly better than the previous girl. Rusty.

He grinned into her. No way her punch was gonna hurt from the response he was getting.

Cold air surrounded him. His hood had been yanked off his head. He cocked his head to see the stewardess had left. Awesome. Off the hook. She was going to go back on the plane, probably was already on. She'd be miles away in a matter of minutes, never to be seen again. He eased himself off of the pale girl. A tinge of pink on her otherwise unreadable face. The slightest of smirks grazed him. Her expression of surprise dropped to a scowl. He sighed and squared his shoulders, preparing for the other end of the deal.

Hain slugged him in the jaw.

Fayth in the Music thanks for the correction. Appreciate that.

Hain and Friday – Happy2BeMe

Shawn – Jack Krieg and James Crusade

Still accepting OCs. If yours hasn't appeared yet, don't worry, it just wasn't needed for this chapter. Also, if someone has a ranger they would like to put in as an OC, that'd be awesome. Just use the OC guide on the previous chapter for details.