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[lornegreen]

White knuckling the armrest of my first-class cushy airplane seat, I refused to sit by the window, let alone look in it's direction. This was my first trip via airplane, and to be perfectly honest, it would more than likely be my last. I wondered to myself how long it would honestly take for me to you know, walk to Cleveland from LA. The only thing

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[_wes_pryce_]

Oh my good bloody god. I should’ve just stayed back in Los Angeles. I’m sure I could’ve found something to do. Or better yet, take the bike to that wretched town. Not a plane. I am *never* going to fly a plane again in my *life*! It’s absolutely horrible It’s.. I think my stomach just dropped into the toilet and is currently underway to splatter somewhere on earth.

Alright, not an image I needed right now.

“Sir? Are you alright?”

Blinking at the knock on the door, I straightened up and take a deep breath. Only to fall back on my knees again to empty the final contents of my stomach. A deep sigh escapes me as I move back up and lean against the wall. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you,” I mutter weakly, pulling some of those paper towels and wiping my mouth. *Never* going to fly again. *Ever*.

“If you feel sick, we may have something that might help. It helps to calm down as well, Sir,” The overly cheerful flight attended tells me.

Drugs. Right. I don’t bloody think so. Then again, feeling rather drowsy might help me to sleep and forget I’m on the plane. Opening the door, I give the woman a quizzical look and she grins at me, holding up a bottle. Pills, but of course.

“I assure you, they work quite well. Here you go.” She pushed the bottle in my hands and tells me to take a few and put the bottle back in the small kitchen.

“Thank you,” I nod, giving her a polite smile. Squinting at the label, I can’t actually read it. They must’ve used this bottle quite a lot. Must work then. Shrugging, I take out four and then a fifth, just in case. Better safe then sorry, right? Right.

Walking past the small kitchen back to my place, I hand it back to the woman. “How long will it take for these to work?”

“Oh it works quite well, Sir. Just one pill does the trick for hours.”

Does it? Ah, excellent then. “Well, thank you again then.” Rubbing a hand over my stomach, I stumble back to my seat. Our seat? The seat. Right, the seats.

[lornegreen]

"Legal Eagle sounds fantastic," I said to Gunn with a pointed finger. "I always thought you looked better in suits, anyways. Keepin' the fashion trend alive, my friend, because I can't always be the best dressed one." I gave him a sidelong smirk.

I thought about his casino idea and then shrugged it off. It was tempting, but it brought back too many memories of my stint in Vegas, and that was still a bit of a sore spot for me. I heaved a sigh and looked towards the washrooms and saw Wesley emerge, looking slightly less green. (Not that there's a problem with looking green, mind.)

"How you holding up, Padré?" I asked the Englishman as he returned to his seat. Hopefully the flight attendant hooked him up with a good dose of Gravol to help him through the rest of the flight. Admittedly, I wasn't holding up that well either, but I had ways to mask my fear. .. and well, drown it in liquor. I had enough to drink that my nerves were calm enough, though I don't think i'd do too well once we landed. A bit tipsy but hey, at least i'd be alive.

"I wonder how Angel's holding up downstairs?" I asked aloud, to no one in particular.

[freddles]

I shrugged a bit. "I guess. If they need me I'll help of course. Hopefully they don't mind another brain in the mix." I hated to admit it, but I did hope they had their hands full already once we got there. It wasn't the best situation to work under, but I knew I'd simply go crazy if I didn't have anything to look into. If all I was supposed to do was make sure the slayers were getting their daily slayer nutrients? I might take up typing and become Charles' secretary at whatever he planned on doing on the side.

"Well, if you ever need any help with that I'm sure you know where to find me," I said with a bit of a smile then glanced at Wesley as I watched him warily fall back into his seat.

Blinking at the expression on his face I shook my head and sighed. "Well, I don't know about how he's doing exactly, but I have a feeling of what he's actually doing. Either poking around through the luggage he can manage to open without breaking the zipper or just thinking.. like usual."

My attention drifted back over to Wesley again. "Um, Wesley are you alright? You look a little..," I frowned again as he turned to look at me. "Um, you don't look great."

[_gunn_charles_]

"Hey," I grinned at Lorne. "I'm da man. 'Sides, you the best looken green man. I"m the best looken' black man on the face of the earth." Sitting up at my full height, I grinned at him and then over toward Fred. "And you count on it Fred. May even start me own little bizz and then I'll snatch you away from whatever you doin'. Cause I need your skills like mad."

I looked up as Wesley stumbled back into his seat, wearing a way to big grin on his face. "I'd say he looks a little to great," I muttered, raisin' an eyebrow. Seen that look before. Only then it was after Angel fired us and Wes ended up in a hospital bed with a bullet hole. I winced at that though, but then groaned as Wes giggled, giggled and slapped his hand in front of his mouth.

"Looks like someone just joined the mile high club," I groaned, shakin' my head. Wes turned in his seat, giving me an indignant look before he struggled to get out again. My hands shot out to steady him as he started to sway, but he tried to bat them away. Oh this was gonna be interesting.

[_wes_pryce_]

As I walked back to my seat, I noticed the plane seemed to be….floating. Yes, that was it. It seemed to be floating. Which as odd, but funny. I plunked down in my seat and the upholstery was so soft it made me bounce a bit. A small giggle escaped me and I hid it quickly behind my hand. But apparently Gunn had noticed. Struggling out of my seat I jabbed at finger at him, missing several times, I think, before nearly falling backward. “I’ll have you know, I’m not joining any kind of club!” I told him rather indignant. “Un-unless it’s Angel’s luggage poking club!” What? Why were people looking at me?

Giving them a polite wave, I whirled around to face Lorne. “Woops,” I giggled as the world apparently felt the need to keep on spinning. That as actually funny. Doing it again, I snorted and then dropped forward to put my hands on Lorne’s shoulders. I glanced left, then right, just to make sure on one was listening in as I leaned in closer.

“Lorne,” I whispered, giving Fred a raised eyebrow as she glanced at us. This was men’s business! “Lorne, my best demon friend. You simply must, I say *must* go to the loo and inspect the décor there. It’s bloody dreadful. All gray and beige! Not very uplifting wouldn’t’ you say?” Nodding feverishly at that, I pad his shoulders, miss and then sit down on the floor between them.

“This would be a perfect place to roll marbles,” I announce, tiling my head first to the right, and then the left in wonder. They’d roll so easily! Not that I would know, I’ve never played with marbles. Tapping Fred’s knees a few times I give her a shy look. “Did you bring any marbles Fred?”

[lornegreen]

"You mean, like the ones you seem to have lost?" I chuckled at Wesley, finding myself suddenly amused at his change in demeanor. "Honey, whatever they gave you back there, where can I get some?" I took a look at the drink in my hand, swished the icecubes around a few times, and suddenly found the entire concoction dreadfully boring.

I gave Wes a lopsided grin as I lifted my Versace-clad foot slightly to give the man some more room on the floor infront of me. A little odd that he was down there in the first place, but hey, whatever helped him get through the flight, right?

I leaned myself into the aisle and peeked my way down towards the bathroom, suddenly taking to heart Wesley's comment on the decor. I had this urge, this undying need, to go check it out for myself. That, and go track down a flight attendant to hook me up with whatever it was she gave Wesley.

Taking a hard slug of my drink to finish it off, I gave Fred an outrageous wink and stood up. "'Scuse me, gang," I said as I smoothed out the front of my maroon suit jacket. "Off to the little demon's room for me."

[freddles]

My eyes were fixed on Wesley as Charles seemed to explain a little of what exactly was.. 'wrong' with Wesley. "He's..um, oh." Okay, first off how did he get like this? This was a plane and unless they were growing some sort of 'special' plant in the bathroom he'd found.. something to take.

For some reason when he gave the look he did, I honestly felt like I was intruding in on what appeared to be their conversation. Or something. It wasn't until Wesley actually got up and sat down on the floor between us that decided that Wesley truly wasn't quite right.

"Um. Marbles? I don't think I brought any.. um with me, Wesley." Lorne gave me a smile and then stood up to go where Wesley had just left. "Lorne-," I started to get up to go after him, but Wesley's hand on my knee and not to mention I would've had to climb over him to get there, was keeping me right here.

"Um, he's not going to be sitting on the floor with him playing marbles when he gets back is he?" I asked looked over to Charles. All we needed right now was a Watcher and a demon who couldn't walk straight or you know, think. We - that is if Charles decides to stay right where he was - were going to have to babysit them, weren't we? Angel wasn't going to be extremely thrilled when he saw this.

I looked again down at Wesley who'd found something more interesting on the floor than the marbles he wanted would have been. "Wesley, maybe you should sit down.. in your seat? We're almost- No!" I said leaning forward. "Don't eat that."

[_gunn_charles_]

Raised my eyebrow when English started 'bout the bathroom, nearly droppin' when he wanted to pad Lorne. When he started 'bout marbles and shit? I knew the rest of this here flight was gonna be mighty interestin'. Especially since Lorne got up to go to the bathroom as well. Now he aint gonna go get some of that stuff too is he?

Glanced back from Lorne's retreatin' form to Fred and shrugged. "Damn, I hope not. Then again..." I let my voice trail off as I though about the amusin' possibilities which kinda would happen would those two sit on the floor, playin' with their non existent marbles. Snorting at that though, I looked down at Wes how seemed to be looking around on the floor for somethin'.

"This is gonna be interestin'," I said amused. "Man, Angel's gonna be pissed he missed out on this." Pointin' at Wes, I chuckle when his eyes went bright and he dove under the chair to grab somethin'. And tried to eat it. Already reachin' out to take it away from him, wonderin' what the hell that was, I shook my head when Fred beat me to it.

"Way interestin'" I muttered, giving Wesley a stern look. "Bad Watcher," I told him, waggling finger at me. He turned to biggest blue eyes I'd ever seen on me and I swear that bottom lip started to tremble. "Oh man."

[_wes_pryce_]

“You knock those little demons dead, Lorne!” I yelled after him. “No marbles and taste what so ever they have.” Nodding seriously at that, I glanced from Fred to Charles and shrugged. “Bet they have a better décor in the ladies room. Ooooh! I should go check that out!” Struggling to get up, I glared at Gunn when he pushed me down again. Wanker. Never let me have any fun.

I sighed, I glanced at the floor. Maybe there was something interesting there. You never knew! I let Gunn and Fred blather on about whatever it was they were blathering on about. Couldn’t be very interesting because they weren’t paying attention to me. No, wait, that’s the other way around right? Never mind. Wrinkling my nose when I didn’t find anything fun to play with, and certainly not marbles, I dove under the chair.

“Eureka!” Grabbing an… It looked like and old package of nuts, I smiled brightly and crawled from under there again. “Nuts!” I exclaimed triumphantly, grinning at Fred. But just when I was about to eat the, she took them out of my hand. I pouted at her, and glanced at my empty hand. “Meanie,’ I mumbled, “I was going to share with you, you know.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I sulked down at the floor until Gunn opened his mouth. Turning torward him, I sniffled and felt my bottom lip tremble. I glared at him and then quickly scooted over to Fred, putting my head on her leg as I tugged on the bottoms of her pants. “Fred!” I sniffled, “Gunn is being mean to me.” I pointed an accusing finger in the direction of Gunn while I looked up at Fred with bright, shining, big eyes.

[lornegreen]

"HOLY GERALDO ON A POGOSTICK!!" I screamed from the back of the plane, "I've found Wesley's marbles!!"

The bathroom door shot open making a loud slamming noise as I tore out of it, my necktie artfully positioned around my head. I made a mad dash down the aisle towards my friends, and promptly launched myself into the air as if to make the tackle of a lifetime. "I'VE GOT THEM! THEY'RE MINE!" I screamed as my body flew through the air and slammed into the back of someone's chair. Rather ungracefully, I fell to the floor in a mangled heap. "Ow," I muttered.

I sat up and pushed my tie out of my face, and looked at my friends, feeling rather confused. "I had them," I said, quietly. "They were here, I swear."

My lower lip beginning to tremble, my big red eyes becoming wide, I looked to my friends and began to cry. "I've lost Wesley's marbles!"

Forget the fact that every single person on this plane was staring at me, I wanted to know exactly what the hell it was that the stewardess had given me prior to my excursion into the bathroom with the heinous décor. If I wasn't too preoccupied with artfully positioning my necktie overtop my horns, I'd be wondering why I was suddenly feeling like a child in need of ritalin.

Oh well, I'll worry about that later, after I dutifully snatch that bag of nuts out of Gunn's hand.

[freddles]

I made a face at the who knows how old bag of nuts that I'd snatched away from Wesley. Not only was there dust all over it, but when I saw the hair hanging from the bag I made another face and looked around for somewhere to put the bag where I didn't have to look at it or hold it until we reached Cleveland. Somewhere that Wesley wouldn't snatch it up when I turned away.

Finally stuffing it inbetween the seat and the wall of the plane quickly, I brushed off my hands. Noting Wesley's obvious disappointment, I picked up the barely opened bag of nuts in my lap and handed them down to him. "Here, um.. these are better," I told him. At his questioning looking, I smiled a bit. "They're extra special nuts."

"Maybe I should go check on- What?" I looked between Wesley and Charles. Hiding a roll of my eyes, I raised a brow over at Charles then looked back to Wesley who was now looking up at me, tugging on my pants, and leaning on my leg. "Um. He didn't mean it Wesley," I said with a look to Charles. "Did you, Charles?" Smiling down at Wesley, I gently pat him on the head a bit. "You'll be alright." Please, dear god let the man be alright. We couldn't be that far from Cleveland now and what with the condition of the Watcher sitting at my feet and most likely soon to be green demon running back to his seat? Maybe Buffy and her friends would try to send us back as soon as they could get us plane tickets back to LA.

Just as soon as I wondered again where exactly Lorne was, I heard a yell from the direction of the bathroom. Soon enough, Lorne was stumbling - and I mean that literally - back to his seat only he didn't quite make it. Did Pyleans actually cry? Well, if I didn't know before, I know now because the waterworks were starting.. again.

"Maybe Angel will know where Wesley's 'marbles' are when we land." Right. Wesley's and Lorne's marbles by the looks of it. Leaning my head back on the seat I glanced outside the window just in time to see us descending in the air, now below the clouds that had been so uninteresting earlier. "Um, Wesley? Lorne? Maybe you two should get in your seats. I think we're about to land in just a little bit."

[_gunn_charles_]

Sighin’ I raised my eyebrow at Fred. Geeh, way to make me the bad guy. “No, Wesley, I didn’t mean it that way,” I said dutifully. ‘Cause Fred looked like she was ‘bout to explode. “When we get to Cleveland I’ll get you some ice-cream kay? We gonna get your favorite, chocolate.” Sometimes it pays to know a guys weakness. In Wes’ case that be chocolate. Yeah well, and gun’s I guess. Or y’know any kinda weapon. Books would be a given too and at the moment mables.

Speakin’ of marbles. Nearly got me a damn heart attack when Lorne stormed in from the back actin’ like he was goddamn Geranimo. I stared at him, clutchin’ my heart and the looked over at Fred to see the same wide eyes aimed at me. “Fuck,” I muttered. Yeah, I can see it now. Watchin’ an ex-watcher and a demon on the plane, before they go haywire. Mean, Wes we can handle. Just had to take in the bright smile he gave me when I mentioned ice-cream. Lorne? Kinda green, and kinda demon. We’s so screwed.

Lorne started cryin’ and I could only stare at that for a moment. Wes seemed to be afraid, only crawling deeper away while clinging to Fred’s leg. I say again. Fuck. This was going just swell. “Yeah,” I agreed with Fred, givin’ both of the floor sitters an encouragin' look. “Bet Angel would know where them marbles are. Cause, he’s the hero right? Helps the helpless, hopeless, whatever.”

Don’t matter in this case, they’re kinda both. And if Fred thinks she can get them in their seat? Ha. Ha, ha, ha. I don’t think so. Glanced over at Lorne, who was actin’ like a Bugs Bunny on crack *and* speed. Nope, not gonna happen. ‘Least it seemed Wes was gettin' tired.

[_wes_pryce_]

My heart nearly stopped and it most certainly skipped a beat or two when Lorne suddenly appeared doing a fairly good Jack Chan Impression. Or something rather. The smile I had to beam up at Gunn when he promised me chocolate ice-cream when we arrived, faded quickly as I clung onto Fred’s light a little tighter. I scooted backward, hoping the shadow that were cast would hide me from everything. “I don’t want any marbles,” I whispered, looking up at Fred.

My hand came up to push up my glasses for some reason, until I realized I’d not worn them in about a year now. Odd that, I was never one for contact lenses. Wonder why that suddenly occurred to me. Shrugging off that though, I glanced over at Lorne as he blathered on about the Marbles and then at Fred when she suggested we’d sit down. Why? Weren’t we sitting down? We were sitting weren’t we? Oh seats. Why? Can’t we stay here? What’s wrong with here?

I sighed, and glanced back at Lorne who was still crying. Poor guy. Demon. Demon guy? Whichever. “Oh, Lorne, don’t cry. I’m sure Angel will find the marbles.” Nodding at that, I gave him a weak smile which quickly turned into a yawn. Then I scooted over and wrapped one arm around my demon friend. Poor Lorne, shouldn’t cry. No one should cry, or be alone or…something rather.

“It’ll be fine,” I yawned, putting my head on his shoulder padded jacket. Hmmm, nice soft pillow. Closing my eyes, I mumbled something under my breath and soon felt myself fly away. Then again, that might be the plane we were on, I don’t really care. Just…tired.

[lornegreen]

"I want my marbles," I said in a quiet pout, my lower lip protruding slightly. I looked up at Fred and Gunn, who looks so very exasperated. I heaved a loud sigh and threw my arm around my good buddy Wesley.

"Will you buy me new marbles when we get to Cleveland?" I asked him. "We can have a tournament. Although I don't know how to play, it's such an old game. I bet Angel knows, he's older than dirt."

I giggled quietly, and like Wesley, the tiredness seemed to take over my body, my eyelids getting droopy. "I'm a sleepy demon," I yawned, resting my head against Wesley's. "Wake me when we get there..."