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darnedchild) wrote2020-07-01 02:02 pm
darnedchild) wrote2020-07-01 02:02 pm
Were You the Pilot? - Fandom Christmas in July 2020
Summary: Fandom Christmas in July 2020 drabble: July 1 - prompt "Getting on the wrong flight"
Rating: T
A/N - One of thirty-one prompts for the thirty-one days of July. I plan to fill as many of them as I can with two hundred word drabbles.
Were You the Pilot?
1. Prompt – Getting on the wrong flight
Fandom – Cabin Pressure
Ship – Gen, all character friendships
Title – Were You the Pilot?
“It’s not that Douglas minded driving to Bristol to pick you up on Christmas Eve, Martin,” Carolyn began.
“Although I very much did mind, not that anyone asked before insisting I be the one to play taxi service,” Douglas interjected.
“Absolutely no one cares.” Carolyn turned her attention back to her former airdot captain. “What we’re all curious about is how did you end up on the wrong flight to begin with?”
Martin flushed. “I didn't get on the wrong flight; the plane just flew somewhere other than where I thought it was going.”
“Do you not hear how those sound very similar?”
Before he could reply, Arthur finished hanging the last of his red and green paper chain over the window of the Departure Lounge and hopped off his stepladder. “Gosh, that sounds exciting. Were you the pilot?”
“Yes, Arthur,” Douglas spoke slowly, as if to a child. Or to an Arthur. “Martin flew the plane into Bristol on a spur of the moment whim, just to have someone pick him up and drive him many, many miles to another perfectly serviceable airport.”
“Honestly, that sounds like a lot of extra work. I would have just landed at Fitton.”
Rating: T
A/N - One of thirty-one prompts for the thirty-one days of July. I plan to fill as many of them as I can with two hundred word drabbles.
Were You the Pilot?
1. Prompt – Getting on the wrong flight
Fandom – Cabin Pressure
Ship – Gen, all character friendships
Title – Were You the Pilot?
“It’s not that Douglas minded driving to Bristol to pick you up on Christmas Eve, Martin,” Carolyn began.
“Although I very much did mind, not that anyone asked before insisting I be the one to play taxi service,” Douglas interjected.
“Absolutely no one cares.” Carolyn turned her attention back to her former airdot captain. “What we’re all curious about is how did you end up on the wrong flight to begin with?”
Martin flushed. “I didn't get on the wrong flight; the plane just flew somewhere other than where I thought it was going.”
“Do you not hear how those sound very similar?”
Before he could reply, Arthur finished hanging the last of his red and green paper chain over the window of the Departure Lounge and hopped off his stepladder. “Gosh, that sounds exciting. Were you the pilot?”
“Yes, Arthur,” Douglas spoke slowly, as if to a child. Or to an Arthur. “Martin flew the plane into Bristol on a spur of the moment whim, just to have someone pick him up and drive him many, many miles to another perfectly serviceable airport.”
“Honestly, that sounds like a lot of extra work. I would have just landed at Fitton.”