[EN ROUTE] Princeton to Edinburgh

[drcampbell]

Who: Riley, Lachlan, Tara
Where: En route to Scotland
When: Thursday evening
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[pullmysteth]

Across the aisle, Riley balled up a sick bag launched it at Lachlan with a smirk. Lachlan was sitting with his hand gripped around the arm rest, sweat dripping from his forehead and looking like he could be anywhere but sitting on an international flight. It had only been in the last ten minutes that he had stopped nearly jumping out of his skin at every little noise or shift in motion. In his other hand, a sick bag was at the ready after already going through three at take-off. Next to him, Tara was nursing RJ, who was watching his daddy with his big blue baby eyes like he could sense something was amiss. It didn't stop the little hand trying to reach out at regular intervals to try and grabs the hem of Lachlan's sleeve. Normally Lachlan would be out for the count on a hit of Valium right now, preferring to sleep through a flight than be concious for it. The decision not to this time mostly encompassed Lachlan wanting to be lucid in case RJ didn't cope with flying and not leaving Tara alone to deal with it if that was the case. So far, though, the infant just wailed through take-off and then settled down when Tara was able to nurse him again once the seatbelt sign went off.

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The sick bag bounced off Lachlan's shoulder, who just let go of the arm rest long enough to flip Riley off. "Dinnae make me shove a haggis up your arse when we get there, buddy," the Scot warned, shifting only his eyes to glare at his friend. "I'm nay in the mood."

[pullmysteth]

Riley was bored. Even more so now Evie and Tab had started a game of who was gay, straight or transvestite on the passengers and flight staff. If Pat was here, his Gaydar would've had them all picked in a heartbeat, but the colourful nurse and his new husband were already in Britain, and the last Riley heard, shit was hitting the Liverpool fan left, right and centre. In fact, a text message from Aiden to Luke just before the flight boarded said that they were just waiting for Cameron's orthopedic surgeon to come and issue the incapacitated football player the bad news and they were on their way to the hospital so Pat could be with his brother when it happened. They promised, however, that they would both definitely be in Edinburgh for the christening that coming Sunday, no matter what. "I think you should streak," Riley decided with a pointed nod in Lachlan's direction. "Kit off, full length of the plane."

[drcampbell]

"I think you should feck off and bite your own dick off," Lachlan returned evenly.

[doctortara]

Tara pressed her lips together and tried not to laugh at the exchange. She had her free arm resting on Lachlan's shoulder so she could stroke her fingers through his hair in an effort to try and calm him down a little. RJ had his little face tucked in against her chin as he battled with a bout of hiccups. She tucked the baby towel under his face, highly suspecting he was going to end up upchucking to get the wind up or filling his nappy, even if the hiccups did sound cute. She was good at multitasking, but having both her husband and baby son in discomfort was making her wish the flight would just hurry up and end too. She just wanted to get to Edinburgh so they could all have a wash and flake out in bed. The touristy things would have to wait. Luckily they were going to be staying with Lachlan's parents, so they didn't have the added stress of checking into a hotel and trying to get comfortable in strange surroundings. "Now, now, boys. Don't make me separate you," she said, shifting her hold on her son so she could rub his back a little more firmer to try and ease the hiccups.

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Lachlan turned to glance at his family. "Want me to take him, gorgeous?" he offered and picked up the balled up sick bag to launch it back at Riley. But his aim was off and it got a sleeping Luke in the head across the next aisle and then bounced to the floor.

[doctortara]

"No, baby, I don't want you to vomit on him," Tara said with a laugh. She kissed Lachlan's temple affectionately. "You just concentrate on not being sucked out of the plane toilet or catching swine flu. Are you sure you don't want a Valium? I brought them just in case. He's okay with the flying. He just wasn't happy with the take off."

[drcampbell]

As if to emphasise his wife's comment, Lachlan held up his hand in warning and hunched forward over the sick bag and threw up again with a moan. He could spend hours on end on stage without stopping under roasting lights, and an plane flight made him vomit without relief? It sucked. It really really sucked.

[pullmysteth]

Riley's forehead creased in sympathy as he reached over and hit the call button for the attendant. More sick bags would be needed, it seemed. "Even if you get the pill into him, it won't stay in long enough to work," he predicted. "Do you want me to take him? You can get up and stretch your legs a bit, love."

[doctortara]

Tara stood up and gratefully handed her hiccupy son over to his godfather across the aisle. She was careful not to jolt Lachlan, who was still vomiting into the sick bag. Along with the infant went a bunny rug and the small towel and a stray bootie. Somewhere along the line, RJ had gotten into a habit of losing a single bootie. They were always looking for the lost ones when they fell off.

The flight attendant appeared with her own sympathetic smile and handed Tara another handful of sick bags. Lachlan was trying to catch his breath, so Tara used the break to easily get the used bag off him and hand him a fresh one. "Sorry," she apologised to the attended who just brushed off the apologies and gave Tara a bottle of cold mineral water for Lachlan. The joys of first class travel. She perched on the side of her seat again, snapping open the bottle and rubbing Lachlan's back as she watched him closely. "Want a drink, baby?"