Fic - At 30 000 Feet
At 30,000 Feet
Author: Mrs Ronald Weasley
Rating: PG-13 or T
Pairing/s: Edward/Bella/Carlisle
Category: Drama/Angst
Spoilers: None, Pre-Breaking Dawn
Warnings: None
Summary: Because at 30 000 feet, when the one you love is dying, you’d do anything to save her, right?
A/N: So I got the idea for this fic from a season three episode of House. And yes this is part of my threesome AU.
Part I
I have the nastiest luck. Why do I always get sick at the worst possible times?
I groaned, shifting in the leather airplane seat to move my body closer to Edward’s. At least we’re going home, I thought, as I laid my head on his stone shoulder; the coolness of his skin felt good against my hot cheek.
“Are you okay Bella?” Edward frowned, and shifted slightly, turning towards me. He reached out and cupped my other warm cheek in his hand; I leaned into it, anything for relief from my burning skin. “You’re warm.”
I didn’t answer; I was nauseous too and didn’t want to throw up. Carlisle, in the seat beside Edward, turned to me then, and I held his concerned golden gaze, silently begging him, wondering if he had anything that would help my nausea.
“She doesn’t appear to have a fever,” Edward muttered, answering Carlisle’s unasked question, his hand moving to my slightly clammy forehead. “She just feels hot.” He paused, running his hand down my face. “Would you like something cold to drink love? It might help.”
I nodded, hoping that it would at least settle my stomach. Edward went to get up but Carlisle laid a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll get it, Edward,” he said and then disappeared down the aisle towards the back of the plane.
My eyes fell closed as I felt a sudden headache; I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning in pain.
Okay I’ve had enough, I thought, twisting in my seat and away from Edward, when Carlisle came back I would tell him how I really felt. I didn’t want to spend the whole of the eighteen hours before we landed, in agony.
Carlisle returned seconds later with the water, sitting on the edge of his seat, he handed it to me. “Thank you,” I whispered to him. Carlisle smiled gently.
I took a sip and immediately started shivering, the cold was too much. “Bella,” Edward said, “are you sure you’re feeling alright?”
I glanced at Edward and then looked to Carlisle with frightened eyes. He moved to kneel in the small space on the floor in front of me. He reached out and pressed the back of his cold hand against my forehead, I shivered. “You were wrong about the fever, Edward,” Carlisle muttered, a look of concern on his beautiful face. He took my left wrist in his other hand to check my pulse. “Bella,” he said, after he dropped my wrist. “I don’t want you to lie to me. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me the truth. How are you feeling?”
“Cold, nauseous,” I looked away, out the window. “And a really bad headache.” Both Carlisle and Edward let out a sigh; I turned back to them, slight panic coming over me. “What’s wrong with me?” I asked, looking from one vampire to the other.
Carlisle shook his head slowly. “I don’t know,” he replied, “With your symptoms...it could be almost anything. And with no way to run tests,” he paused and looked at Edward for a brief moment before turning back to me. “I can only treat your symptoms.” Edward stood suddenly and with an apologetic smile moved into the aisle and to the back of the plane. “Edward’s going to ask a flight attendant for the first aid kit,” Carlisle said, picking up on my confusion. “There should be some meds in it that I can give you.”
I nodded, and closed my eyes against the throbbing in my head. “I’m sorry, Bella,” I heard him say. “I wish there was more I could do for you.”
“I know,” I replied, opening my eyes as he moved to Edward’s empty seat. We shared a concerned glance before Carlisle reached out and cupped my cheek in his cold hand; I shivered, but brought my own hand up, covering his so that he didn’t pull away.
His gaze was wary as he leaned towards me, his cool lips just brushing against mine in a comforting kiss. And I was glad that he couldn’t catch whatever it is that I have.
“Here Carlisle,” Edward’s voice interrupted our kiss.
Carlisle pulled back slightly, the concern in his golden eyes was piercing. I rubbed my thumb across the back of his hand to ensure him that I was okay...for now at least. He smiled gently and then turned to Edward.
Edward passed him the first aid kit. “The flight attendants were worried,” Edward told him. “They wanted to know why I need the kit.”
“What did you tell them?” Carlisle asked, as he began rummaging through the box.
“That my fiancée wasn’t feeling too well.”
“That’s it?” Carlisle sighed as he rattled a small white pill bottle.
“Yes.” Edward sat down beside Carlisle. After a moment he frowned, “should I have told them something different?”
“No, you told them the truth, that’s all they need to know.” Carlisle set the box down on the seat and sighed, “This airplane has a very poorly stocked first aid kit.” He eyed the pill bottle sitting on top of the box and then turned to me. “Bella,” he said slowly, “I can give you some ibuprofen. It’ll help with the headache and fever, but it may make your nausea worse.”
“Isn’t there anything in there that’ll take the nausea away?” I asked. I didn’t want it to get any worse than what it already was. I’d suffer through the fever and headache if I had to.
“I’m sorry,” Carlisle apologized, “there should be though, as there should be acetaminophen.”
“I don’t want it,” I said, “the nausea is bad. I can put up with the headache.”
Carlisle looked doubtful, but nodded. “Okay,” he said, “just let me know if you change your mind. Or if you feel any different.”
“I’ll try to sleep most of it off,” I said, leaning back in my seat. “I might feel better when I wake up.”
“I’ll get you a pillow and a blanket, love,” Edward said and got up.
I didn’t wait for him to return; I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
Author: Mrs Ronald Weasley
Rating: PG-13 or T
Pairing/s: Edward/Bella/Carlisle
Category: Drama/Angst
Spoilers: None, Pre-Breaking Dawn
Warnings: None
Summary: Because at 30 000 feet, when the one you love is dying, you’d do anything to save her, right?
A/N: So I got the idea for this fic from a season three episode of House. And yes this is part of my threesome AU.
Part I
I have the nastiest luck. Why do I always get sick at the worst possible times?
I groaned, shifting in the leather airplane seat to move my body closer to Edward’s. At least we’re going home, I thought, as I laid my head on his stone shoulder; the coolness of his skin felt good against my hot cheek.
“Are you okay Bella?” Edward frowned, and shifted slightly, turning towards me. He reached out and cupped my other warm cheek in his hand; I leaned into it, anything for relief from my burning skin. “You’re warm.”
I didn’t answer; I was nauseous too and didn’t want to throw up. Carlisle, in the seat beside Edward, turned to me then, and I held his concerned golden gaze, silently begging him, wondering if he had anything that would help my nausea.
“She doesn’t appear to have a fever,” Edward muttered, answering Carlisle’s unasked question, his hand moving to my slightly clammy forehead. “She just feels hot.” He paused, running his hand down my face. “Would you like something cold to drink love? It might help.”
I nodded, hoping that it would at least settle my stomach. Edward went to get up but Carlisle laid a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll get it, Edward,” he said and then disappeared down the aisle towards the back of the plane.
My eyes fell closed as I felt a sudden headache; I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning in pain.
Okay I’ve had enough, I thought, twisting in my seat and away from Edward, when Carlisle came back I would tell him how I really felt. I didn’t want to spend the whole of the eighteen hours before we landed, in agony.
Carlisle returned seconds later with the water, sitting on the edge of his seat, he handed it to me. “Thank you,” I whispered to him. Carlisle smiled gently.
I took a sip and immediately started shivering, the cold was too much. “Bella,” Edward said, “are you sure you’re feeling alright?”
I glanced at Edward and then looked to Carlisle with frightened eyes. He moved to kneel in the small space on the floor in front of me. He reached out and pressed the back of his cold hand against my forehead, I shivered. “You were wrong about the fever, Edward,” Carlisle muttered, a look of concern on his beautiful face. He took my left wrist in his other hand to check my pulse. “Bella,” he said, after he dropped my wrist. “I don’t want you to lie to me. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me the truth. How are you feeling?”
“Cold, nauseous,” I looked away, out the window. “And a really bad headache.” Both Carlisle and Edward let out a sigh; I turned back to them, slight panic coming over me. “What’s wrong with me?” I asked, looking from one vampire to the other.
Carlisle shook his head slowly. “I don’t know,” he replied, “With your symptoms...it could be almost anything. And with no way to run tests,” he paused and looked at Edward for a brief moment before turning back to me. “I can only treat your symptoms.” Edward stood suddenly and with an apologetic smile moved into the aisle and to the back of the plane. “Edward’s going to ask a flight attendant for the first aid kit,” Carlisle said, picking up on my confusion. “There should be some meds in it that I can give you.”
I nodded, and closed my eyes against the throbbing in my head. “I’m sorry, Bella,” I heard him say. “I wish there was more I could do for you.”
“I know,” I replied, opening my eyes as he moved to Edward’s empty seat. We shared a concerned glance before Carlisle reached out and cupped my cheek in his cold hand; I shivered, but brought my own hand up, covering his so that he didn’t pull away.
His gaze was wary as he leaned towards me, his cool lips just brushing against mine in a comforting kiss. And I was glad that he couldn’t catch whatever it is that I have.
“Here Carlisle,” Edward’s voice interrupted our kiss.
Carlisle pulled back slightly, the concern in his golden eyes was piercing. I rubbed my thumb across the back of his hand to ensure him that I was okay...for now at least. He smiled gently and then turned to Edward.
Edward passed him the first aid kit. “The flight attendants were worried,” Edward told him. “They wanted to know why I need the kit.”
“What did you tell them?” Carlisle asked, as he began rummaging through the box.
“That my fiancée wasn’t feeling too well.”
“That’s it?” Carlisle sighed as he rattled a small white pill bottle.
“Yes.” Edward sat down beside Carlisle. After a moment he frowned, “should I have told them something different?”
“No, you told them the truth, that’s all they need to know.” Carlisle set the box down on the seat and sighed, “This airplane has a very poorly stocked first aid kit.” He eyed the pill bottle sitting on top of the box and then turned to me. “Bella,” he said slowly, “I can give you some ibuprofen. It’ll help with the headache and fever, but it may make your nausea worse.”
“Isn’t there anything in there that’ll take the nausea away?” I asked. I didn’t want it to get any worse than what it already was. I’d suffer through the fever and headache if I had to.
“I’m sorry,” Carlisle apologized, “there should be though, as there should be acetaminophen.”
“I don’t want it,” I said, “the nausea is bad. I can put up with the headache.”
Carlisle looked doubtful, but nodded. “Okay,” he said, “just let me know if you change your mind. Or if you feel any different.”
“I’ll try to sleep most of it off,” I said, leaning back in my seat. “I might feel better when I wake up.”
“I’ll get you a pillow and a blanket, love,” Edward said and got up.
I didn’t wait for him to return; I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.