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I always hated planes. Even before the accident I always just thought there was something off about a 500-tonne hollow cabin with wings floating through the sky.
But yet here I am, on a plane.
How did I get into this situation you may ask? Well you see, I could blame Laf or Washington but since I’m petty, I am going to blame Jefferson.
It started of in a normal staff meeting until Washington said he needed 4 people to go on a work trip to Europe. Now you know me, any other time I would volunteer myself within a second, but not with planes, never with planes.
But Jefferson had other ideas. He just had to show me up, didn’t he?
“Me and James are more than happy to go Sir.” He said after a couple minutes of Washington looking around, waiting for a volunteer. No way could I let Jefferson show me up like this so I did the only rational thing anyone who hated flying would do.
I volunteered myself to go on a twelve-hour plane journey with the man I hate.
“I’ll go on the trip as well.” As soon as I blurted that out all eyes were on me, I haven’t been on a plane since, well, John. Everyone knows that
“Ah mon ami, I will come as well then we can all go in my private jet, oui?” Of course Laf had a fucking private jet.
You would think someone saying that they have their own private jet would divert the attention from me to him, but I think people are used to Laf by now. Well, as used to him as you can get. It is Laf, what did you expect?
So that is how I ended up on Laf’s private jet.
“Hey Laf, are you sure that you know how to fly a plane?” James asks, Again. I am being honest here, me on a plane is nothing compared to James right now. He looks like shit and the plane has not even left the runway yet. He is as pale as a ghost and he has been holding Thomas’s hand for the past hour.
“For the third time mon ami, I flew many times back in France and I almost got my license. There is nothing to worry about, oui?” I definitely pick up on that ‘maybe’ and judging by the fact James is practically sitting on top of Thomas, I think he has as well.
“Jemmy” Thomas looks down at his short friend “Please loosen your grip, your hurting my hand.” James reluctantly pulls his hand away and grabs a hold of mine.
“Is that better for you Jeffershit? I guess Hamilton will get to enjoy my company now.” He says in a deep southern accent. Like seriously, how can someone who is 5’2 or 5’3 at most have such a deep voice, I’ve known James for almost 5 years now and it still catches me by surprise every time he speaks. It’s like a mouse sounding like an elephant, it’s not normal.
Jefferson seems particularly annoyed about what James just said and swiftly grabs his hand again whilst swatting my hand away with his free one.
“You know what- it’s fine, hold my hand as much as you like.” Everyone knows that Thomas has something for James -especially James- and he just loves to remind him.
Honestly? I think it’s hilarious.
James gives Jefferson a smirk and Jefferson turns a deep red and I can’t help but burst out laughing and I kid you not- James started giggling, like full-on high-pitched teenage girl shit.
Laf seemed to take our laughing as an opportunity to finally get the plane into the air and as the plane started speeding down the runway me and James shut up almost instantly and as the wheels left the ground you could hear Thomas yelp at how tightly James squeezed his hand.
We are in the air for 6 hours before we start to experience some turbulence and that’s when I start to think.
Is this how it all started out with John? Just a bit of turbulence?
The plane shakes again.
No- I'm not letting myself think like that- it was 4 years ago. But Jesus I miss him.
The plane shakes again.
His soft freckles dusted all over his face, his perfect smile, his-
I’m interrupted by Laf running out of the cockpit screaming and shouting at us rapidly in French to get to the back of the plane. I sprint not far behind Laf before I look to see Thomas running with James in his arms who has tears streaming down his face and is shaking violently.
“Laf what the fuck!” I scream
“Storm. There was a storm. Planes weren’t meant to fly but of course I did not hear because it is a private jet and I am not licenced to fly this thing!” Laf spits out in French, too scared to care that James won’t understand the French, and James being too scared to even hear what Laf is saying.
“But why are we at the back of the plane!”
“The back of the plane is always the safest!”
“GUYS!” Jefferson screeches and we all shut up quickly. “Please calm down! Jemmy is having a panic attack you fucks!”
That’s when I realise how bad of a state James is actually in. He’s crying and screaming and shaking, he’s clinging on to Jefferson’s arm. The lights are flashing on and off. The plane is shaking. I can hear the wind and the rain outside. There is a constant beep coming from the plane. Laf is swearing and praying in French. Thomas is holding James trying to protect him from everything. Is this it, am I going to see John again?
I slowly start to wake up stiffly and feel someone hand around my wrist. I try to stand up, but my head starts spinning and I manage to catch myself on what seems to be a bit of the plane. I start to become familiar with my surroundings. Laf is laying by my feet and has a nasty cut on his head. Thomas is still holding James in his arms and appears to be attempting to move a giant piece of metal of James’ leg.
Jefferson looks up to see me and glares at me. “Well aren’t you gonna fucking help?” he snaps.
“Oh right yeah, sorry.” I let go of what was holding me up and stagger over to Jefferson, but the world starts spinning around me and I’ve fallen onto Laf before I made it three steps. He wakes up with a jolt and reaches up to rub his forehead only to find a deep gash there.
“Merde.” He sighs when he sees the blood dripping of his hand. He tries to stand but I latch onto his wrist.
“You shouldn’t move with that cut.” I tell him.
“Nonsense, it is just a cut, and we need to help James, non?” I let go of his hand and he rises up with ease and grace, much unlike me, and he walks over to James and helps Thomas move the metal of James’ leg. Which is likely broken in some way and is covered in blood. Thomas starts shaking him trying to wake him, muttering his name over and over.
“Stop mon ami, he is breathing, we should get him out of here before we wakes up and is in a lot of pain.” Laf puts his hand on Thomas bringing his shoulder back away from James and helps him stand up. “Alex, do you think you can walk?”
“Yeah its fine, I just hit my head that’s all.” I say and try to stand up but fall back down almost instantly.
“Oh shit” Jefferson mutters “Hamilton probably has a concussion, I’ll carry Jemmy and Laf can help you walk, and grab anything that might be useful.” I would never let Jefferson boss me around like this usually, but I don’t think I'm capable of thinking if an argument right now. So I let him and Laf scramble around looking for what ever may be useful before we set out to find shelter or well, anything.
Laf gives me a backpack and helps me of the plane, only then do we see the full damage. Everything has been completely destroyed up to the middle of the plane.
I look around, trying to take in where we are, and wow, it’s beautiful. There are trees everywhere, and it’s just so natural, unaffected by human life. I hear birds chirping along to their songs. The sun is shinning bright in the sky, but there is a huge grey cloud slowly getting closer and closer.
“Come on, we need to find shelter before the rain comes.”