Thankyou to qpritchie1 for the lovely review – don't ever be sorry for enthusiasm! As long as I know there are others out there like me that mourn the lack of CTFxC fanfiction, then I shall keep writing… even if there's only a few of us!

Chapter 2

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Charles was used to getting funny looks when he vlogged. In fact, he barely even registered their glances anymore. But as he sat in the airport, waiting for his connecting flight, he realised that talking about a bomb threat into a camera in the middle of an airport probably wasn't the brightest idea. He quickly wrapped up what he was saying, hoping he wasn't going to cause their viewers too much concern. But both him and Alli had the same understanding about their vlogs – for the most part, if something happened in their life, they vlogged it, because this was what they were all about. And he knew many viewers had probably seen the news footage, and would be wondering what was going on.

Leaning back against the stiff chair, he put his headphones back on and gazed around the flight lounge. He wondered about the other passengers. Where they were going. Were they going home? Leaving home? To visit or to stay? He watched a couple across the room leaning against each other as they watched something on their laptop, and his heart ached. He wondered if any of his fellow passengers were as desperate to get to Madrid as he was.

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It was only 7pm, and already Alli was exhausted. The one day she could legitimately sleep in and she couldn't do it. She'd tossed and turned all night, wishing the rain would fall again to lull her to sleep. Yet when her usual 7am alarm went, which she'd forgotten to turn off, she was instantly wide awake. She'd pottered around the student residences all day like a zombie, conscious of the fact she needed to film something, but reluctant to talk to anyone, to do anything significant. She just wanted this day to be over so that she could go to sleep, knowing that when she awoke Charles would only be a few hours away.

She heard a commotion in the hall, and instinctively reached for her camera before she opened the door. A group of students stumbled down the corridor, clutching each other laughing, as they drunkenly made their way down the hall. She shut the door again, wondering how many other students had had the same idea about how to spend their day off. She figured her classes just might be a little emptier than usual tomorrow.

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There's a magic moment that happens sometimes on a flight, when you fly out of the night time and into the sunrise, and for a second it seems like you're in another world. Charles always thought of Alli when it happened, because she loved the sunrise. She always said that if you ever felt like you were loosing hope, you just had to look at a sunrise to realise just how much hope each new day held. He smiled to himself. If she knew what he was thinking right now, she'd probably gently mock him for being such a sap- even though she'd be secretly pleased.

This morning, as the plane neared Spanish airspace and he watched the transition from night into day outside his window, he felt the hope she was always talking about. But he also felt another, wormy little dark feeling that he couldn't put his finger on. But it made him uneasy.

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The clock on the wall had been moving slower and slower since she'd woken up that morning. She'd gone to bed early, just after it got dark, in the hope it would make the night go faster. But now the hours until she could leave to pick Char up from the airport were dragging, and along with her longing to see him, there was another feeling that had bugged her all day. Almost an urgency to see him, an anxious, shiver-down-your-spine kind of a feeling which she didn't like. She'd been on edge all day, and it took everything she had to concentrate on the test in front of her.

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He felt her before he saw her.

They had landed early, and so Charles found himself sitting not too far from the arrivals main door, perched by his bag like a lost puppy. His phone was dying, and he didn't want to waste power on playing games or music in case he missed something from Alli.

But she was walking towards him now, he knew before he even looked up. She hadn't spotted him yet, slipping between crowds of people as she looked up at the arrivals boards.

'Alli!'

She heard him straight away and they locked eyes. She grinned before darting through a gap in the crowd, and a moment later found her wrapped safely in his arms, her face buried in the collar of his trusty old leather jacket.

'I missed you.' She whispered into his neck.

He pulled back to kiss her, then let her head fall against his shoulder once more.

'I missed you too, honey.'

They stood there for a few moments, just appreciating being in each other's company once again. Charles fished for his camera in his pocket, before facing it towards the two of them as he hit record.

'Look who I found!'

He looked down at his fiancé and kissed her forehead.

Alli pointed up at him and spoke to the camera 'he's right here guys!'

Charles grinned, adding 'and now we're going to call it a day' before switching the camera off, and taking Alli's hand, the two wandered out into the crisp Spanish air.

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After a day spent lazily wandering the streets near campus, they finished the evening at Alli's favourite Irish pub, joking with the staff and drinking Irish beer. They pulled the camera out at various intervals, feeling like the vlogs were finally starting to gain a little of the old ctfxc feel back.

Later that night, Charles sat in bed editing whilst Alli slept beside him. That little bit of alcohol had done the trick and she'd nodded off almost instantly.

All of a sudden there came a whimper beside him, and Alli shot up, breathing hard, and promptly burst into tears.

'Honey?'

He was beside her in seconds, arm around her shoulders, but she didn't see, to register his presence.

'Al? Hey, its okay, you're okay. Alli?'

He stroked her back and eventually she lifted her head, bleary eyes looking up at him.

'Char?'

He looked down into her watery eyes, concern etched on his face. She sniffed and put her head on his chest.

'Oh, I just had the most horrible dream.' She tried to laugh to lighten the mood, but it came out more of a hiccup.

'We were in class, and there was something…someone…standing behind the door, we could see the shadow behind the glass – and then all of a sudden he was inside, and he… he was holding a gun.' She paused to sniff. 'Baby, I think I'm getting snot on you. I'm so gross, I'm sorry!.'

Charles lifted her chin to him, wiping her tears with his thumbs.

'Al, I've never seen you this upset over a dream before. This bomb scare thing has really gotten to you, huh.' He paused. 'Kinda scared the crap out of me, too.'

Alli let out a long, shaky breath. 'Well, it didn't end there. The thing… person… whatever it was, was yelling, just yelling at everyone, like a crazed maniac. I couldn't tell what it was on about. I was trying to listen, trying to understand what he was saying, and then….' She paused, and looked away.

'…and then he shot me.'

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Hmmm… paranoia? Or intuition…?