JackxCarly Ficlet Twelve
And now...the tale of the birth of their first baby! This is the first of three parts.
Title: Airport Adventures
Word Count: 685
Jack confidently eyed the obstacle course ahead of him. It was a long path, but straight as well. Now...if only all these people would get out of his way and let him have a clear shot at this. After being forced to wait in that interminable line, he refused to be held up any longer.
There was only one thing he could do. He took a deep breath, lowered his head, and ran out into the airport concourse yelling “CHAAARRRRRGGGGEEEEEE!” in only slightly-accented English.
Thankfully, most of the people stopped dead in their tracks to look at this spectacle. The ones that were foolish enough to keep walking in his path were instantly mowed down by Jack.
“HEY! Watch it, asshole!” shouted one of these unfortunate victims; a middle-aged businessman.
“Is your wife in labor?” Jack stopped long enough to ask.
“No, but...”
“THEN YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO COMPLAIN! GOOD DAY, SIR!” Jack shouted in his best “Jack voice”.
He'd been in Los Angeles for the Riding Ace American All-Star weekend. He'd thought it would be safe, since the baby wasn't due for almost another week. But Jack had just finished the first round of activities this morning when an assistant handed him his cell phone with a frantic Carly on the line. She'd been trying to reach someone for three hours.
He'd told her to go next door and ask the neighbors to take her to the hospital (good thing he'd talked about this to them beforehand...just in case). Then he'd been all set to rush to the airport still wearing his sweaty riding suit. However, Jack's teammates had persuaded him to at least take a shower and change his clothes first.
He knew there would be repercussions for bolting in the middle of the weekend, but right now pissing off the fanbase was very low on Jack's list of worries.
There was no easy way he could call Carly back, since cell phone use was forbidden in hospitals. He'd bought a ticket for the first flight he could find, even swallowing his dignity and buying a coach seat.
He finally reached the gate, only to realize that the flight wasn't leaving for another hour-and-a-half. Why couldn't these morons just get more airplanes or something?
So all he could do now was wait, and try not to worry about what would happen if he didn't get there in time. And then...the time arrived...but the person at the desk announced that there would be a delay of another hour!
If Jack had had his deck with him, he'd probably be in Burning Soul mode now. He blindly dashed into the crowd and grabbed the arm of the first airport employee he could find.
“WHAT'S TAKING SO LONG?” he demanded.
“Dude, you're on an American Airlines flight,” said the employee as he checked Jack's boarding pass. “I work for Delta...I don't know anything about this.”
“I DON'T WANT ANY OF YOUR LAME EXCUSES!” Jack raged.
“Sir, if you don't calm down, I'll have to call Security.”
Jack was about to fire back a retort when he heard a clicking sound. Someone had their cell phone out and was taking pictures of him!
Then someone else cried out, “Hey! It's that Crazy Hat Guy!” and pandemonium erupted. Everyone was digging in their bags for their phones, to get pictures or video of this occasion.
Is that really all that people remembered about him...his fashion choices? Idiots. When he was King, they'd realize their mistake.
Jack sighed and finally went back to the gate. He'd heard that first babies took a long time to be born, but how long was “long”? Carly had said that the pains had begun around 8 AM her time, and now it was close to 3 PM here...so it would be 6 PM in New York time!
He was startled out of his thoughts by the long-awaited announcement that boarding was going to start now.
Hold on, Carly...he silently urged as he walked onto the plane.
TO BE CONTINUED
Title: Airport Adventures
Word Count: 685
Jack confidently eyed the obstacle course ahead of him. It was a long path, but straight as well. Now...if only all these people would get out of his way and let him have a clear shot at this. After being forced to wait in that interminable line, he refused to be held up any longer.
There was only one thing he could do. He took a deep breath, lowered his head, and ran out into the airport concourse yelling “CHAAARRRRRGGGGEEEEEE!” in only slightly-accented English.
Thankfully, most of the people stopped dead in their tracks to look at this spectacle. The ones that were foolish enough to keep walking in his path were instantly mowed down by Jack.
“HEY! Watch it, asshole!” shouted one of these unfortunate victims; a middle-aged businessman.
“Is your wife in labor?” Jack stopped long enough to ask.
“No, but...”
“THEN YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO COMPLAIN! GOOD DAY, SIR!” Jack shouted in his best “Jack voice”.
He'd been in Los Angeles for the Riding Ace American All-Star weekend. He'd thought it would be safe, since the baby wasn't due for almost another week. But Jack had just finished the first round of activities this morning when an assistant handed him his cell phone with a frantic Carly on the line. She'd been trying to reach someone for three hours.
He'd told her to go next door and ask the neighbors to take her to the hospital (good thing he'd talked about this to them beforehand...just in case). Then he'd been all set to rush to the airport still wearing his sweaty riding suit. However, Jack's teammates had persuaded him to at least take a shower and change his clothes first.
He knew there would be repercussions for bolting in the middle of the weekend, but right now pissing off the fanbase was very low on Jack's list of worries.
There was no easy way he could call Carly back, since cell phone use was forbidden in hospitals. He'd bought a ticket for the first flight he could find, even swallowing his dignity and buying a coach seat.
He finally reached the gate, only to realize that the flight wasn't leaving for another hour-and-a-half. Why couldn't these morons just get more airplanes or something?
So all he could do now was wait, and try not to worry about what would happen if he didn't get there in time. And then...the time arrived...but the person at the desk announced that there would be a delay of another hour!
If Jack had had his deck with him, he'd probably be in Burning Soul mode now. He blindly dashed into the crowd and grabbed the arm of the first airport employee he could find.
“WHAT'S TAKING SO LONG?” he demanded.
“Dude, you're on an American Airlines flight,” said the employee as he checked Jack's boarding pass. “I work for Delta...I don't know anything about this.”
“I DON'T WANT ANY OF YOUR LAME EXCUSES!” Jack raged.
“Sir, if you don't calm down, I'll have to call Security.”
Jack was about to fire back a retort when he heard a clicking sound. Someone had their cell phone out and was taking pictures of him!
Then someone else cried out, “Hey! It's that Crazy Hat Guy!” and pandemonium erupted. Everyone was digging in their bags for their phones, to get pictures or video of this occasion.
Is that really all that people remembered about him...his fashion choices? Idiots. When he was King, they'd realize their mistake.
Jack sighed and finally went back to the gate. He'd heard that first babies took a long time to be born, but how long was “long”? Carly had said that the pains had begun around 8 AM her time, and now it was close to 3 PM here...so it would be 6 PM in New York time!
He was startled out of his thoughts by the long-awaited announcement that boarding was going to start now.
Hold on, Carly...he silently urged as he walked onto the plane.
TO BE CONTINUED