A/N: Sorry for such a long update. I had a hockey tryout the past two weekends...and I have yet to know if I made the team. Jerks couldn't decide then. I'm also still in the proccess of finding a job, so I haven't had much time for the computer. But I'm giving up some sleep for you guys! Be happy!

About another hour and a half later, in the opposite direction of Sharon's house (Sharon and Jeff were about halfway between our house and the airport), we reached the Leeds Bradford International Airport. Rich parked the car in the employee lot and we got out. Grabbing our bags, we headed inside, and found which gate we had to be at. Since we had plenty of time, we wandered around for a while, walking around the gift shops, Duty Free shops, and we stopped by the bar to grab a small, quick meal. At the Duty Free shop, Rich and I bought a bottle of good, English wine for Dave and Bridgette. A thank you for housing us for three days.

About fifteen minutes before take off, we made our way to the plane. I surveyed the people waiting to get on and saw that there weren't too many young children, just a few so far. If there were too many kids, my mind definitely wouldn't have been on my work.

Once we were on the plane, Rich and I had to go our separate ways.

"I'll see you in a little bit," I said, grinning, and stopping to face my husband.

"Indeed you will," he replied, also grinning.

Then, after a kiss, I headed to the crew quarters, while Rich headed to the flight deck.

As I walked down the aisle to the quarters, I saw my fellow flight attendant, Latricia (an African American woman and my friend), walking towards me with a smirk. We both 'attend' the first and business class passengers (occasionally, I would wander back to coach to help them, if needed).

"Hey, Jo," she said.

"Hi, 'Tricia. It's been a while, hasn't it?" I asked, using her nickname.

She shrugged. "Eh, not that long."

"Well, a little more than two months could be considered a long time," I replied, as we paused in front of each other to hug.

"How's Rich?" she asked as she walked slowly with me back to the quarters.

"He's fine. Piloting this flight, actually," I answered.

"I heard. Then I heard you were coming, and I was excited," she said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Aww, thank you." I patted her hand.

"And how's that son of yours?" she questioned.

"James? He's okay. Had a little breakdown this morning as we were leaving, and nightmares...and he fell out of his bed while taking a nap the other day," I paused and stopped walking as I just thought about what I said. "I guess he isn't all that okay, come to think of it, but he'll be fine." We walked again. "How's Jerry?" I asked her, nudging her with my elbow, desperate for a change of subject.

Last time we were on a flight, she wouldn't shut up about her long-time boyfriend, Jerry, whom she was completely head over heels for.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked, showing me her left hand.

There was a decent-sized diamond ring on her ring finger. I gasped at how beautiful it looked; not as good as mine (...just kidding): a diamond in the middle of a very beautiful Celtic design, which I still wear along with my wedding ring...and they're the only rings I wear. (A/N: sorry if that sounds weird.)

I'm not Irish in any way; I just love their designs.

"Oh, wow! Congratulations!" she received another hug from me.

"Thank you. I'll be sure to let you know when we figure out the details."

"Be sure you do," I joked, then turned serious. "Oh, are you going to be with us all the way to New York and back?"

"Sure am," she responded.

By then, we reached the crew quarters, so I set my bag in a closet, along with my coat, then we headed back out to the cabin, where we made sure everything was in place and where it should be. We greeted any other flight attendant we knew as we walked towards first class, and introduced ourselves to any newbies to our crew. There were only two new crewmembers that were just on this flight to go to Germany; they wouldn't be with us the whole circle. Everyone we already knew was going to be with us for the entire trip, picking up two other newbies in Germany.

Not too long after we made sure everything was to our liking, the passengers were allowed to board. There were the normal snobby sort of people in first class, but there were also always the few polite people, who experience the class for the first time...they're the most entertaining.

As I walked from first to business, there were a bunch of people with palm-pilots, cell phones, and laptops. I greeted everyone that walked by me, and most of them replied back, but there were just a few that were too absorbed in themselves to answer the person who could 'accidentally' spill their drink on them.

Yes, I've done that a few times.

There was one man I had my eye on. He was on a cell phone as he walked by, not even acknowledging me, and as soon as he sat down, he pulled out his laptop. I just hoped there was some turbulence so I could have something to blame if I decided to dump his drink on him. I'm not angry or anything because he didn't acknowledge me, but some people just need a wake up call every once in a while.

Once the passengers were boarded and had taken their seats, Rich and Lars started the plane, and headed out to the lineup on the tarmac. While waiting to take off, Latricia and I walked the aisles of our classes to check seatbelts and made sure electronics were put away. We then took our own seats while the program for the emergency evacuation ran on the screens...thank goodness us flight attendants don't have to humiliate ourselves anymore with that explanation.

Also, while we were waiting, Rich came over the PA system to introduce himself, and Lars, and to describe the weather and such. As he did so, I couldn't help but grin; every time he did it, I remembered the first time we flew together as husband and wife...alone. We were flying a short distance to take a private plane to southern England. Rich gave me a little speech about the weather, wind pattern, and everything he was doing now, but he was so over dramatic about it, waving his hands around, he made me laugh so hard I cried.

I glanced over at Latricia and saw that she was smirking at me. I rolled my eyes, blushing slightly. (I once told her about that trip.)

Once we got the all clear to take off and were in the air, Rich (or Lars) turned off the 'fasten seatbelt' sign. As soon as they did, there was the familiar clinking as people unbuckled their belts.

Latricia and I got out of our seats (after I popped my ears) and headed to the galley in between our classes to make coffee and get the drink carts prepared. After our carts and coffee were ready, Latricia took one side of the aircraft with Katerina, a bushy-haired blonde, who rather be off doing 'stuff' with her boyfriend than here doing her damn job, while I served with Elias, the funny, gay guy.

While Elias and I filled the coffeepots for the carts, I told him of the guy I planned on spilling a beverage on. He laughed and said that if there weren't any turbulence, he would run the cart into me, helping me get the guy anyway.

When we were ready, Elias pulled the cart while I pushed it to business class. A little more than half way through the class, we reached the guy with the laptop and cell phone. At least now he was on the flight phone since it's illegal to be on a cell phone in flight.

I nodded to Elias, who nodded back after handing another passenger their drink.

"Anything to drink, sir?" I asked with false kindness.

"Diet Coke," he grumbled, not looking up from his laptop, barely pausing in his conversation.

Figures he'd want 'DIET' Coke...

I poured the drink and went to hand it to him. Almost as soon as he had the drink in his hand, Elias ran the cart into me AND there was turbulence. It couldn't have been more perfect. The soda dumped onto his chest and lap, also getting on the laptop slightly.

"Oh, my goodness. I am so sorry, sir," I said, faking my concern. "Elias, how could you?" I turned to him, still faking.

"I-I'm sorry, Joanna. I must have not put the break down completely," he said, acting along with me.

"Sir, if you could just go with Elias, here, he'll help you get that soda off," I said, turning back to the man.

Elias moved the cart towards me and out of the way, so the guy could get into the aisle, and take him to the next galley. As they walked away, I looked over to the other side of the plane to Latricia, and smirked at her. She let out a short laugh and I turned my attention back to the other passengers, continuing to serve them.

When I finished with the business class, I pulled the cart back to the galley and refilled it with more beverages. Just as I finished, Elias came back to help again.

"How angry is the guy?" I asked him.

"Kinda angry...I think most of it was directed at me, though," he said, and I gave him a quizzical look. "Well, he has a nice body, but not gay...I accidentally brushed his crotch."

I laughed right out loud.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Elias," I said in between laughs, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Maybe next time."

He nodded and when my laughing subsided, we went to serve first class. They were much nicer up here...on my side anyway. I saw Latricia had a small problem, but nothing she couldn't handle.

A/N: Pretty pointless chapter, but I couldn't find a good spot to stop. That was probably the best spot or else it was going to be very long.