Hello loves! I'm back again! Here's another one-shot for you to read today! I really hope you all enjoy this. Also, I figured we would take a break from happy one-shots. So I hope this one makes you sad. I got really sad when I was writing it. So, enjoy!
"Earlier this evening, we got word that Flight 239 from New York to California, lost all contact with the airline company as it was passing through the first and worst snowstorm California has ever experienced." Stevie sits on the king sized bed in her bedroom, the covers pulled up to her chin. She stares wide-eyed at the television screen displaying the late night news.
"This just in," the news reporter speaks and Stevie snaps back into reality, "We've just received live conversation between the airline company and the pilot. As well as live footage from a passerby." The screen then changes to show shaky footage of an airplane in the sky, and the conversation starts blaring through the speakers of the television.
Pilot: We are losing control of the plane. We need a place to land!
Airline: We are currently locating a safe place to land your plane.
P: We just lost one engine due to some flying shrapnel.
A: Noted. We can't seem to get a clear enough image of where you are.
P: If my calculations are correct, we are just outside of LAX, but we can't seem to find the landing strip.
A: Checking in with LAX now….they said that all of their lights have blown out on the runway. They are sending out flaggers to flag you down now.
P: We can just barely make out the flaggers. Approaching now. *static and loud noises, yelling* Our other engine has just been lost! We're losing control of the plane! I repeat, we're losing control of the plane!
A: The emergency thrusters should have kicked in by now!
P: They are blown out also. This storm has completely fried our systems.
A: Is it at all possible to land this plane safely?
P: It is possible, if we could get the wheels to lower. But they seem to be jammed.
A: This is not good. Not good at all. How much longer can you keep control of the plane?
P: Not much longer sir. *loud beeping and yelling* We're going down! I repeat, we're going down!
A: Do you know where you are at? Do you have any visual?
P: Trying to stabilize the plane, but it isn't responding! No visual at all!
*static noises and background talking*
A: We've lost communication!
Right before her eyes, on the television screen, Stevie can see the plane going down, getting closer to the ground. Then all at once, the plane lands on the ground. But it doesn't just land, it crashes. Right onto the runway of the airport. It was a pretty long fall so the plane crashes hard, and even skids across the black pavement of the runway. When it comes to a stop, the plane is beaten up pretty badly and people who had been standing by, along with workers from the airline, rush onto the scene to help with whatever they can. Stevie stares at the screen as the tears run down her face. She can't believe it. That had been his flight. Him, her husband, the love of her life, and father to her two children. Why did this have to happen to her? She doesn't understand why.
Turning the TV off, she just sits on the bed in the darkness, except for a single lamp next to her bed that is on. She reaches over to her nightstand and picks up a framed picture that she has always loved. It is of her and her husband, Zander, on their wedding day.
Their friend Nelson had taken the picture when they weren't looking and they absolutely loved it, so they had it framed. In the photo they were sitting on the beach after their reception. Zander was sitting on a blanket and Stevie was sitting in front of him, leaning against his chest. Zander had his arms wrapped around Stevie's middle, and her hands were resting on his hands. It was late in the evening, and the sun was setting. They were still wearing their clothes from their wedding, because they didn't feel like changing quite yet. In the photo, Stevie was looking up at Zander, and he was kissing her on the cheek.
Stevie smiles sadly at the memory of that day. It was one of her favorite days. She places the photo back on the nightstand and sits back in the bed, just thinking. "Mommy?" Stevie looks up to see her two children Danielle and Maxwell standing in the doorway to her bedroom, pajama clad.
"Hey," she whispers, reaching up to wipe a few tears from her face. The last thing she wants is her young children to see her crying.
"Are you okay mommy?" Her oldest, Danielle, asks, entering the room with her brother Max right behind her.
"Of course I am. Come here." She pats the bed next to her and both children climb up onto the bed, one on either side of her. They both sense that their mother needs comforting and so they both wrap their arms around her waist, hugging her tight. She smiles and hugs them back, one in each arm.
They just sit like that for a moment in the dark. Wrapped up with one another, comforting, loving, being there for each other. "Hey," Stevie speaks up, "Why were you two up so late?"
They pull back and look at her. "Couldn't sleep. Dani heard you crying. So we came in here." Max says looking his mom in the eye.
"Oh, you kids are the best." Stevie whispers, hugging them to her body again. "Tell you what, why don't you both sleep in my bed tonight.""
"Okay." Both kids reply.
The three snuggle down in the bed, pulling each other close for warmth and comfort, and close there eyes, waiting for sleep to take over.
Stevie lies there, cuddled up with her kids and wide awake, well into the night. No matter how hard she tries, she can't find herself falling asleep. However, both her kids are fast asleep, pressed into her sides, without a care in the world. She doesn't know how she is going to tell them about their father.
As she's mulling it over, she hears a noise downstairs. She carefully maneuvers her way out of the grasp of her children, and then gets up out of the bed. She quietly makes her way out of the room so as to not wake her children and goes towards the stairs.
She descends down the stairs, and sees that all the lights are off, except for one single light on in the living room. She continues down the stairs and peeks around the corner to see a man in the living room. His back is to her but she can still make out a few things. He's standing near the fire, rubbing his hands together to get some warmth in them. His heavy coat, now stripped from his body, is lying on the chair closest to the fire. His backpack is sitting on the ground next to him, his suitcases by the door, along with his shoes. What seems to be an instrument case is leaning up against the wall. His hair is stuck up in all different directions, but she is able to see a small tattoo at the nape of his neck.
"Zander?" She whispers, hoping that it's really him. The man turns around and when the two adults lock eyes with each other, their faces break out into smiles.
"Stevie." He says back.
She immediately bursts into tears and runs down the remaining stairs and straight into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her head in the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms her waist, picking her up and spinning her around, burying his head in her hair, inhaling the wonderful scent he missed for so long.
"I can't believe you're really here." She says into his shirt once they finally stop spinning and her feet hit the ground.
"What are you talking about?" He questions.
She pulls away slightly and looks into his eyes, her own eyes glistening from her tears. "The news. I saw your plane crash. I thought you were gone. I was so scared that you weren't coming home." A few more tears spill from her eyes.
"I got an earlier flight. I had this horrible feeling something was going to happen. So I had the airline company re-schedule my flight."
"Why didn't you call?"
"I tried. But I wasn't able to get through."
She hugs him closely again, "Well I'm just glad you're okay."
"Me too. And I told you I'd be home for Christmas. Didn't I?"
"Yeah, you did." She stands up on her toes just enough to press her lips against his. He kisses back, pulling her even closer to his body. She pulls from the kiss and from his grasp, then grabs his hand, and leads him up the stairs and into the guest room.
Tonight will no longer be the mourning of a possible loss of a loved one. It will be a celebration. Of their friendship and love. Of their happiness to be reunited again. And at the end of the night, they go to sleep happy and content, glad to be back together, wrapped in each other's arms once again.
Well? Did you all get sad? I hope so! That's what I was going for!
Now, who watched the final episode of How To Rock? I did, and I got very sad. To know that that is the last episode makes me very depressed. That show brought me so much joy and everything. But the cute little Zevie moments at the end, with her leaning on his shoulder, and the hand on the arm thing, AH! So much fangirling! I think my little sister was getting annoyed! When Kacey told Nelson to kiss the person on his left (Grace), I really wanted to Zander to have done the same. Then he would have kissed Stevie on the cheek! But, she would have turned her head at the last second, and they would have kissed on the lips! Sorry for my crazy ranting! I just want more How To Rock, and more Zevie! Also, I saw an instagram photo that someone took. It was a screenshot of a tweet that Lulu posted. I went on her twitter and tried to find it, but I couldn't. :( Anyway, the tweet said, "Well I guess that show has come to an end, I can tell you. I was #Zevie all the way." OH my goodness! If this was real, Lulu totally shipped Zevie! Now they need to make How To Rock: The Movie. And then Zevie will get together and my life will be complete! And Lulu will get ship to come true! Haha! Okay, gonna stop ranting and leave now. K bye!
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