Chapter 12 Steve Carlisle- WKRP in Cincinatti (Tv Theme) 1978

Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and the characters and probably has maids to run around after her kids.

I own a mess filled house. Oh and this story...

~~OtA~~

BPOV

Bella noticed that Rosalie had spoken to Edward as they boarded the plane. Edward looked down and seemed to turn a little pale at whatever it was that Rose had said. She decided not to ask. It would just invoke a tirade of questions from Rosalie about why she cared about what she said to him and then that would lead to insinuations and insinuations would lead to accusations which would lead to other bad things such as headaches and facing the wrath of Rosalie. Then Alice would defend Bella's right to pursue whoever she wanted which would then lead to Alice encouraging her to bonk Edward's brains out, because in Alice's mind, nothing should impede true love.

Rose would then argue with Alice and they might have a similar incident to the great vodka spillage fight (on flight) of 2005 which had lead to both girls looking like they had peed their pants. Bella couldn't remember what it was about, but it was almost as bad as the great C-debate back in college. Bella chose to enjoy the perks of business class and settle in for the flight. She liked the extra leg room and the wider seats. Alice had curled herself up into a petite little ball and was attempting to get some sleep. Rosalie was complaining about the lack of space (which would have been worse in economy class), but that was just Rose (she was a glass half empty kind of girl). Bella tried not to glance around at Edward, but it was a little bit hard. Since now everyone in business class was glancing at him due to his rather strangled cry that he let out once the plane started to taxi down the runway.

For Bella it was heart wrenching. She had to sit like a bitch and pretend that his distress meant nothing to her. Nothing could be further from the truth. At this moment, all she wanted to do was make a quick dash over Rose, put her arms around him and tell him it would be ok. Instead she had to settle for watching while Jasper gently coached Edward through the flight.

She could hear him murmuring encouraging and soothing words, telling him to breathe. The flight attendant finally bought him an alcoholic drink, which he tossed down quickly. The captain called for all of the cabin crew to be locked into place and the plane eventually made its way to the final runway for takeoff. She could hear heavy breathing and knew it was Edward, following Jasper's instructions. He let out a little groan as the plane lifted from the tarmac. Bella mentally argued with herself about whether she should or could secretly comfort him. She hoped Rose wasn't noticing her concern, but every time she looked at her, her eyes were closed. Alice was in the next aisle and she was fast asleep too. As the minutes wore on, the color in Edward's face seemed to return and he began to speak quietly with Jasper. Hulking Emmet was seated next to Alice and the other crew was scattered around amongst business class.

She thought about her options. Her decision was easily made when the lights turned off alerting the passengers that they could move around the cabin and use their mobile devices. She scrambled for her iPhone.

EPOV

Fear of flying is not something you think would occur in a man in his late twenties, who has flown back and forth over the great land that is America, and regularly goes on international flights to visit his parents. If it wasn't for Jasper sitting next to him on every flight that Edward had ever taken, he was fairly certain that he would never have flown. The exact etiology of his fear was rooted in the first flight that they had ever taken to the USA all those years ago. An engine had stalled on takeoff and they had to do an almost immediate emergency landing. Drugs had gotten him back on the plane and Jasper had used his quiet southern accent to soothe away his fears. At least he only had to take 10mg of Valium this time, and the warm flush of scotch was working its way into his system. Basically, if he was drugged enough he could go anywhere on anything. This time around though, he had been so disturbed by the verbal threat Bella's friend Rose had given him that he had felt his manhood shrivel up inside him. No amount of drugging felt like it was going to work.

And he made an idiot of himself within earshot of Bella. Now he was sure his colleagues were working on the fodder that would ridicule him for the remainder of the trip. He might change his flight to Sunday morning to try to delay the inevitable. He wondered if Jazz and Em would mind another night or two in Vegas. He couldn't foresee any reason they would have to say no to him. And no one says 'No' to another night in Vegas.

Right now, he felt sluggish and strange. Hopefully he would be awake and aware enough by the time they landed. Actually strike that, he hoped he was sluggish, and strange and unconscious for when they landed. He could just be perky once they left the plane. He had lost count of the times he had been pulled aside for additional security checks purely because of his intoxicated and disheveled appearance. He half looked over at Bella, who he noted was occasionally checking on him. Every time he tried to catch her eye she turned and hid herself. Great, just what he needed was another woman to think of him as being inadequate.

He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but dreams of planes plummeting from the sky would not leave him. He finally forced himself to think of something pleasant.

BPOV

Bella was annoyed. He wasn't checking his iPhone; in fact, she started to think that he was passed out. How many scotches did he have before he got on the flight?

She fiddled with the seat, trying to set it into a comfortable angle. She had no idea how the tall and willowy Rose had managed to fall asleep. She called the stewardess and asked for a vodka and coke, along with a few more bottles. She was on her fourth one by the time the light flickered on to signal it was time for passengers turn off their electronics and put their trays and seats into the upright position. She turned to see that Edward was sleeping as they made their descent. Amazingly, he was managing to sleep over the roar of the engines, as the plane prepared to land. Jasper was getting edgy in his seat and appeared to be waiting attentively in case Edward awoke.

She was relieved as the plane's landing gear was in place and the plane made its first touch upon the tarmac. However, she jumped out of her skin as a terrified voice screamed behind her...

EPOV

"BELLA!"

~~OtA~~

Ugh I hate it when planes take off, I nearly pee my pants every time. Ok so next chapter they are in Vegas. I have only been to the Vegas airport due to an incidental stop over between New Orleans and LA. The airport looked ok from my seat on the plane. So next chapter forgive me for inaccuracies in places and locations. I will post next chapter sooner if I am bribed with reviews...good or bad...Reviewers will be sent a teaser for next chapter...