Flight
Plan
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By Dark Star Summary: Will he be on
time? Rating: Suitable for all Disclaimer: Joss Whedon created
these characters, and I'm just playing with them. ** He taps his fingers impatiently
on the dashboard of his car. The traffic crawls ahead of him, and he wonders
if it will be quicker to get out of the car and hurry across the rooftops.
But he knows that will only draw attention to him, and he doesn't want to
leave his new car unprotected and exposed like that. He glances at his watch
for the tenth time in five minutes. Come on! The traffic parts as a
car pulls out, and he slides the car through the gap it left, and rounds the
corner; there is a lesser used route through the back-streets that most
people, concerned for their safety, choose not to use. The roads here are
clearer, and he checks his watch again and wonders if he will make his
flight. He puts his foot down, swerving expertly through the sparse traffic
and speeds up. Hurry. He is closing on his
destination, and searches for a parking space. He screeches into the first
one he sees, cutting off an irate motorist who catches one look at the
vampires' expression and quickly decides to look for another spot. Angel grabs his stuff
from the backseat, and sprints off toward the bright lights of the
glass-fronted terminal. He's going to miss it. Rushing into the busy
airport lounge, he casts around for the flight number that he needs. Only two
minutes before departure, and he rushes to make the distance before it is too
late. He reaches the check-in desk, and swerves, going left, and up toward
the balcony. He pushes toward the front of the gathered humans and scans the
milling people below for what he is looking for. There. A blonde head bobbing
among the crowd, she stands smaller than most but he would know her
anywhere. She is happy and chats
excitedly to her sister, arm wrapped round her shoulder as they head toward
the boarding exit. She hesitates before going through, turning to look at the
crowd. He steps further back,
melting into the shadows, and her gaze misses him; she frowns, but is
distracted by Dawn grabbing her arm and hauling her, laughing, through the double
doors and away from his sight. He watches until
everyone has gone, and he stands alone on the balcony. He moves across to the
window that looks down on the waiting aircraft. He knows instinctively which flight is hers, and watches
until the plane taxies along the runway, gains altitude and disappears from
his enhanced vision. She has gone; her annual
vacation to somewhere hot and sunny, and somewhere impossible for him to
follow. But she will be happy, and that is enough. She will never know that he does this every year, and he smiles, and makes his way back to
the car park. She will be back, and that is everything. End. Return to Fiction Index
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