OK, here is chapter 7. This is the extra chapter that I promised you all a while back. It is very short compared to my normal posts, but it was never intended to be long. There is no drama, action, or suspense. Unless of course, you find it suspensful to see what Desmond might do wake up a drunk and passed out Lucy. Yes, this plot had the most votes. Actually, it was a tie between this and the Shaun one, but my vote went for this one. Anyways, I hope you get a laugh out of this! ENJOY!!!!

Without further ado...


Good Lord Almighty. How many glasses of brandy did she have? Desmond thought to himself. He glanced at the bottle that was once filled with brandy as it sat awkwardly in Lucy's lap.

"We are forty minutes from the airfield, Mr. Miles," Rupert informed Desmond through the speakers.

Lucy's head, which was angled towards Desmond, was propped on the head rest. Her mouth was agape and loud snores reverberated in her throat. Both of her arms hung limply across both armrests.

" wonder if she will wake up with a hangover from hell…

After a few seconds of staring at the beautiful yet comical spectacle, a plan started forming in Desmond's mind. "I'm gonna try to wake her up," Desmond mumbled to no one. Immediately, Desmond's brown eyes danced as he scouted the room for useful objects.

"Perfect," he whispered in excitement as he eyed a bag of peanuts. He ruffled them loudly in order to test Lucy's awareness. She didn't move an inch, and her snoring was the same.

I hope she isn't too pissed at me for this, he pleaded in his mind. Ironically, he wanted to wake her up but was too afraid of her reaction. As he opened the bag and pulled out a few peanuts, he positioned himself so his whole body was facing the lump of flesh that was Lucy.

Air filled his lungs as he inhaled, then left as he exhaled deeply. "Here we go." With one peanut between his right thumb and index finger, he flicked his wrist gently so the peanut glided through the air…towards Lucy's mouth. It hit one of the teeth on her upper jaw which caused her head to jerk slightly and a snort escaped her mouth and nose.

Desmond froze as he anticipated Lucy to wake up, but the scene quickly changed back to how it was before. Lucy was lifeless in the airplane seat, and Desmond was preparing to toss another peanut. This peanut landed in the dip between the bridge of her nose and her eye socket.

"Shit," Desmond grumbled as Lucy twitched but never woke. He tossed a few more peanuts, but he quickly gave up. So, the peanuts were obviously not working which meant Desmond needed a new plan. He laughed menacingly as he spotted his new object of aggravation. "She always freaks a bit when her cell alarm goes off, let's see what she does now…" Desmond opened the cell phone, set the annoying bird thing as her ring tone, and then placed the phone by her ear. After grabbing the on-board-telephone, he dialed the number and…

CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP

Lucy snorted. "Mammy, don't kill that chicken," she mumbled in her sleep, but she went quiet (except for her snores) once again.

"Fuck! What does it take to wake her up? And who is Mammy?" he asked loudly. That didn't wake Lucy either.

While he tried to think of something else, he messed up Lucy's hair, pulling strands lose here and there. He gently smudged her eyeliner and lipstick, and then slightly rolled up one of her pan legs. Once he was finished, she looked absolutely ridiculous. Or like a drunken mess.

He let his mind wander again and found a full bottle of water in his seat cup holder and didn't have to think about what he was going to do with it. Carefully, he unscrewed the cap and deeply inhaled and exhaled. As he held the bottle over Lucy's torso (she was wearing a white button down blouse, like usual), he ever so slightly twisted his wrist causing the contents to gently pour onto her vulnerable chest.

It was as if he did nothing at all. She didn't even react to the cooler temperature from the water. But with that much brandy in her system, she was probably warm all over. Out of ideas, Desmond lowered his head next to Lucy's ear, imitated a chicken squawking in pain, and screamed, "No Mammy! Not the chicken!!"

"Mammy, no!" Lucy screamed as she shot up in her seat. "What the hell is going on?" she demanded.

Desmond sat up straight in his seat defensively with a guilty grin on his face. "Your top is what is currently going on." He then winked at her as he stared at her chest through her now 'see through' shirt.

Lucy glared at Desmond and then followed his eyes to her chest. "The hell? Why is my shirt wet? And why am I covered in peanuts?"

"Uhm, I was trying to wake you up." He lowered his head as if he were ashamed and let his voice trail off as he spoke. After a few seconds of looking at the ground, he cut his deep brown eyes upward to look at Lucy with an apologetic smile. He knew how to get out of trouble with her all too well.

She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Give me your hoodie."

"What? Why?" Desmond inquired as he protectively wrapped his arms around his chest. "My hoodie!"

"Yeah, and you are the one who made me look like I came out of a wet t-shirt contest at a bar. Now hand it over."

"Fine," he grumbled. As he surrendered his hoodie, he smiled at her victoriously. She shifted her eyes in confusion at his expression but said nothing. Little did she know that Desmond snapped a picture of her with his phone right before she woke up. Oh how Shaun would love to see this.

~ whyduyacare