Him Again - Deja Vu (Raivh and AndNich123)

[Raivh]

Outside the window of the plane was a wall of dark gray clouds. Lightning flashed, and he could feel the aircraft shift and rattle. An infant three rows up cried, the sound of its little voice was broken and terrified as the plane seemed to suddenly drop twenty or more feet. Turbulence didn't bother him. He was used to much worse when he was leaping out of planes for a landing, instead of coming into a civilian airport. To him, this was just like riding a roller coaster as a kid. It was almost fun.

Shifting in his seat, he glanced to his right at the woman next to him. Her nails were digging into the armrests of her seat, eyes pinched closed. A snide smirk spread across his lips. Women were weak, frail little things.

The intercom pinged, and he directed his attention back to the window. He barely heard the attendant giving an update on their arrival. They would be landing any moment now, and the runway was wet.

Once on land, he shoved past the woman that had been his seat partner, snagged his luggage, and got off the plane quickly. The airport was loud. Flights were being delayed or canceled because of the storm that had rolled in while he and his flight were still airborne. People sat huddled close together in the groupings of chairs at different gates as he passed by. Some snored away while others talked on phones or kept their nose down in some book.

He could see his mother and father as he approached the baggage claim. His mother had tears streaming down her cheeks, a broken smile on her face. His father stood tall, shoulders back; there wasn't even a hint of a smile on his face.

Ian looked like his father. Broad shoulders, a wide chest, narrow hips, and a strong jaw. The only real difference between them was the aged look of his father's face, their hair, and their eyes. Ian had inherited his mother's brown hair and brown eyes over the red hair and blue eyes of his father.

Grabbing his duffle bag from the conveyor belt, he strode over to his parents and stopped three feet away. His expression was like ice, cold and unwavering. His father was the first to step toward him, quiet and still without a smile. He reached his hand out toward his son, and Ian reached back. A handshake was the only exchange between the two, and then his mother broke forward and wrapped her arms tight around her son.

Ian stood there, allowing her to embrace him, but he didn't return the hug. When he'd had enough, he said, “Alright, mother, that's enough. Let's go. I'm tired and I'm hungry.”

“Evelynn,” Ian's father said from behind them as he approached the two and took his wife around the shoulders. “The keys are in your purse.”

“Oh!” She exclaimed, reaching in and fishing out the keys as Ian walked a few paces away and stopped. She placed the keys in her husbands large, calloused hand, and the two followed behind Ian.

As Ian's mother chattered away behind him, Ian strode onward and out the doors, across the crosswalk and into the parking lot. His mind was on one thing and one thing only. Her.

 

[AndNich123]

It was a beautiful day. The temperature here wasn’t too hot. It was one of the main reasons she moved up north. The temperatures in the south were blistering during the summer. Up here it seemed more calm, serene. Having heard the stories about the big cities being full of people who simply didn’t care about one another, Callie opted for a smaller town. They still had some of the big city perks without the nasty drawbacks. It seemed like the perfect slice of heaven. Here she had friends, an apartment, even a job that she actually liked. She worked at a local floral shop learning the trade. Here she also grew to know the people within the town. It’s easy to do when they’re constantly coming in wanting flowers for various occasions. This was also where she went to college. It was her dream college. Odd statement to make when you’re talking about a college in the middle of nowhere. The sports team here wouldn’t be gracing the covers of any magazines anytime soon, and the tv channels wouldn’t be featuring them either. That was okay. There was a festival in the spring to get people out and meeting any newcomers. They also had a festival in the summer around the fourth of July. There were fireworks, and everyone brought something to eat. A local fair would roll into town. There would be rides and fair cuisine for those brave enough to mix the two. It was small enough to almost be a southern town, but they had the advantages of a big city in some ways. The college she attended, for example. There was only a couple of bars and one night club. The weekend scene was busy there, and she actually enjoyed going. There was a time in her life when she didn’t think she would. There was a time in her life when she didn't think anything good would ever happen.


Now she was active, going places, enjoying life with her roommates. The festival was in town again, and it was close to her birthday. She would be spending time tonight there, amid the rides, lights, sounds, and smells of the season. It was a happy time for her. They were doing a special tribute to service men this year. All donations would go to help the Wounded Warrior program. Callie had saved up some money to give them. Perhaps this would help. Her conscious nagged at her, willing her to save for this cause. Maybe this would finally put the last of the demons that plagued her to rest. She was dressed in her best sun dress. White with various flowers, it flowed around her knees. Before she would never have worn such a dress. Straps revealed her bare shoulders. They were tan now. Once she was as white as a ghost, her pale skin nearly glowing. Now she proudly showed her curves and tan, toned skin. Slipping on her sandals, Calling turned to her buzzing phone. Upon inspection, she noticed the call was from her mother. Rolling her eyes, she then laughed. It could wait. Certainly it couldn’t be anything important.