[hr][hr] [center] [h1][color=Deepskyblue]Rhett Beckett[/color] and [color=#665B5D]Nadia Reyes[/color][/h1] [img]https://media.giphy.com/media/fXbQ9vL5X5SFi/giphy.gif[/img][img]http://i.imgur.com/BuocvV1.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] Flight BAW229; Los Angeles to London. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Each other.[/sup][/center] [hr][hr] He wasn’t sure why he was looking out the window - the night sky was just as black as the way he liked his coffee. He had made this trip dozens of times and yet, he never seemed to get used to the time zone jumps that made the days much shorter and the nights much longer. Sighing, Rhett decided that his distractions from confronting the obvious had been well used up. He drew down the window covering and shifted in his seat, his dark eyes looking over the most beautiful creature he had ever set eyes on. And she just happened to be very upset with him. [color=deepskyblue]”Would you like a drink, or something?”[/color] [color=#665B5D]“..something…”[/color] Her attention anywhere but on her fiance, Nadia crossed her arms tighter over the front of her chest, the anger still clear over her features as she shifted in her seat, making it more than obvious that she hadn’t gotten over what had happened. Sure he had apologized to her… multiple times at that; but it didn’t matter. Two hours… and not so much as a call- not even a text. That was just inexcusable; especially after how many years..? Narrowing her eyes, she crossed her leg over the other, her body slumped slightly in the seat as she looked out towards the isle, watching on with her eyes narrowed in annoyance towards him as the air hostesses moved about the cabin offering drinks and snacks to the passengers. Rhett inwardly winced. Her bite was much worse than her bark. Much, much worse. And it was his fault. He was supposed to pick her up from the parlor after his shift at the hospital with a promise to take her out to dinner before having to make their flight to Los Angeles to connect them to the flight they were on currently. How was he supposed to know that a twelve-year old kid would be sledding down a hill straight onto the highway? The truck never saw the kid coming, and it took Rhett hours to put him back together. He lost track of time by saving a life. He could admit that. He could apologize for that. But really now, it had nearly been a full day. She couldn’t be angry with him forever. Sighing softly (more to himself), Rhett twisted in his seat, motioning towards the stewardess to grab her attention - ordering them a couple of beers. Gods knew he would need it to survive the rest of the flight. [color=deepskyblue]”I promised I’d make it up to you. We’ll land in London, connect to our next flight to Greece, and first thing I’m going to do is take you to that restaurant we love so much. Capiche. You loved it there, remember?”[/color] Rhett paused, wondering for half a moment if his compromise was falling on deaf ears. [color=deepskyblue]”[i]And[/i]. And I’ll leave mamá at home this time. Just the two of us.”[/color] Snapping her head around, she shot him a glare worthy of death himself as she listened to what he was saying, his later words seeming to not help his case any as she practically spat her response back at him, [color=#665B5D]“..I can’t believe you brought her last time anyway; it was a celebration… for just [i]us[/i].”[/color] [color=deepskyblue]”Nadi… you know how mamá is… After patéras died, she’s… well she hasn’t been the same. I couldn’t just leave her at home alone. She does that enough when I’m [i]not[/i] there…”[/color] [color=#665B5D]“..we were there for just over a month; one night spent just to ourselves was not going to kill her.”[/color] Her jaw clenching for a moment, she forced it to relax, her beautiful dark orbs closing as she took in a breath, doing what she could to calm herself before she got to the point where her emotions would get the better of her like they always seemed to do when things grew heated, [color=#665B5D]“..it was only my third time visiting Greece… and the longest we ever stayed… I love madre, as I do my own, but did you honestly think that I just wanted to sit by her side every moment of our trip..?”[/color] Rhett remained silent. They had this argument once or twice or five times before. It wasn’t what she was angry at right now anyway, not really. Her attention drawn to the stewardess as she brought the both of them their beer, she gave her a weary smile before taking the glass, lifting it straight to her lips so that she could take a swig of the liquid, letting it settle for a moment in her stomach before her mind was brought back to the conversation once more, her head shaking lightly from side to side, causing her long dark locks to brush back and forth over her shoulders as she continued to watch what was going on around them, [color=#665B5D]“..two hours, Rhett… you left me alone, in the cold, for two hours… you didn’t even call…”[/color] [color=deepskyblue]”I know. I know, but baby… I saved that kid’s life…”[/color] [color=#665B5D]“I know you did; and for that I will always be grateful… truly… I am so proud of the things you do- the lives that you sa-...”[/color] There was a slight shift in the aircraft, making both Rhett and Nadia turn their gaze away from one another for a moment to look forward. Though the first class cabin wasn’t small by any means, they could see that the other patrons sitting within their seats seemed to be just as alarmed and alert as they was. [color=deepskyblue]”This time it will be different, alright? This time-”[/color] The plane seemed to level out for a moment, but just as soon as Rhett began to speak, it began to creak and groan, the turbulence starting up again, seemingly getting worse. Her arms breaking away from her chest at the worrying sounds, Nadia reached out, her hand seeking his own before she took a hold of it, all anger she had towards their argument disappearing for the moment in light of their present situation, [color=#665B5D]“..wha-... Rhett, what's happening..?”[/color] [color=deepskyblue]”I… I’m not sure. I’ll… I’ll go find out.”[/color] If there was anything more terrifying than a woman's (who was incredibly mad) desperate touch for comfort, Rhett never wanted to experience it. He could simply tell from her voice just how concerned she was, which wasn’t exactly helping his already hammering heart. He had made this flight loads of times… but this was the first time the turbulence had been this bad. Standing up from his chair, Rhett began stepping across Nadia before the plane shifted again, seeming to drop a few feet before leveling out again. Rhett pressed himself as close to Nadia’s chair as he could, his body forced to squat down and hold onto the armrest for dear life. The lights flickered, and the oxygen masks came falling down. His gaze spotted them, and he felt his entire body freeze. The only thing capable of moving within that very moment were his dark eyes, looking up at his fiance as the color visibly drained from his face. [color=#665B5D]“..R-Rhett… please…”[/color] Her voice soft… pleading as she met with his dark gaze with her own terrified eyes, Nadia once more took a tight hold of his hand, her heart pounding with pure fear, and her chest heaving with each breath as the realization of what was happening dawned on her. He knew what she was asking of him- no, what she was begging for him to do… If this was to be the end; then she wanted him right there, by her side… perhaps then the restraints if their belts would give them a chance… Her body twisting so that she was able to face him better than she already was, she reached her free hand out to him, her arm shaking visibly as she gently stroked his cheek, tears she hadn't even realized were forming now streaming down her face- all the fights… all the arguments… they meant nothing. They never did. [color=#665B5D]“..I love you…”[/color] Sweat began to accumulate at his brow. She was terrified just as much as he was, but he couldn’t show her that. He had to be strong, for both of them. Forcing his hands to let go of the armrest, Rhett raised them up to hold each side of her face, forcing her to look down into his eyes. He could see the tears spilling from hers, and his entire soul began to ache. It took everything within him to not just stand up and pull her into his arms, simply holding her for their last moments like she wanted. No, he had to give her hope. He had to give [i]himself[/i] hope. [color=deepskyblue]”It’s going to be okay, Nadia. Everything is going to be fine, okay?”[/color] he told her with much more confidence than he even knew he had in that moment. He used his thumbs to brush away her tears. [color=deepskyblue]”Everything is going to be just-”[/color] The compartments overhead began to rattle and in some cases, bang. Rhett stared them down, as if daring them to burst open. They did. Standing from his position quickly, Rhett held himself over Nadia, putting his hands on either armrest with his back hunched and head bowed, just over the top of hers, keeping her shielded. The plane was tilting making his position more and more difficult, but Rhett remained strong. He saw nothing but the back of her seat, though the sound of people’s luggage being thrown this way and that - crashing into miscellaneous things and assaulting his back let him know that he had made the right decision. Though not being hit by anything lethal, he was sure that there would be a half-dozen bruises when this was all said and done. The plane was going down for sure, but they could make it. They always made it through the tough times… together. [color=deepskyblue]”See?”[/color] Rhett said to her through grit teeth, feeling his footing starting to slip. [color=deepskyblue]”Nothing to i-”[/color] That was when it happened. The sheer force of the deafening blast coming from somewhere behind them forcing her further into his body, Nadia shut her eyes tightly, her arms both shooting up to take a hold of the front of his top as she was shoved as far forward as her buckle would allow. He had said that everything was going to be okay… that they were going to be fine… ..she knew he was just being brave for her… The ringing in her ears almost unbearable, she slowly opened her eyes, her head turning to the side so that she could shoot a glance around where they were positioned on the plane, watching as those around her opened and closed their mouths, the panic and fear written clearly across their faces, though if they were screaming… yelling for help… she couldn’t hear- why couldn’t she hear..? Shutting her eyes tightly, she shook her head back and forth, her usually gentle features scrunching up as she strained her ears; trying her best to hear something… [i]anything[/i] that was going on around her. Rhett was looking down at her, trying to get her to meet his eyes once again - trying to keep her focus on anything but the chaos of what was going on around them. Shrapnel, amongst everything else, was flying, but Rhett refused to leave his protective stance over her. He tried speaking to her again, but his words were lost to the dull ringing in her ears. He froze. Blood suddenly splattered over her entire front - the majority being directly over her heart. Rhett sucked in a soft, gurgling breath, any color left in his face completely drained as realization dawned upon him. His dark eyes looked down to his abdomen where his shirt was stained with blood far worse than Nadia’s. A sharp, flat piece of the plane could be seen sticking out from within his breast, having entered his body from his back, skewering him all the way through. Shakily, he lifted his head back up to look at his fiance, eyes wide and fearful before his body slumped down into the isle of the plane soaking the cream-colored carpet with his blood. The sound of her shrill scream slowly but surely began to fill her ears as the ringing dulled down, once more giving her the ability to hear. This couldn’t be happening… this just couldn’t be happening… Her hands shooting down to the belt that kept her strapped into her seat, Nadia began to fumble with it, the tears blurring her vision slightly but eventually, she managed to get free of her bonds, her body lifting from the seat only long enough for her to drop down into the aisle, her hands hovering over the injury for a moment before she forced them down over what little of the wound she could get to without touching the shrapnel. pressure..! He had always said something about applying pressure..! At least… that’s what she thought it was… Gods, she hoped she was right about this… [color=#665B5D]“..no… no, no- don’t you dare leave me here..!”[/color] Turning her head slightly, she looked down at him through fearful eyes- she couldn’t lose him… not now; not like this, [color=#665B5D]“..w-what do I do..? Tell me what you want me to do. Rhett..!”[/color] [color=deepskyblue]”...l-live...”[/color]