Stuck at the airport
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He immediately paused, backpack in hand and scanned the local area for a familiar face. Surely someone had remembered what time his flight was to have come in and was waiting here to pick him up and drive him back to the Farscape Mansion? </div> <bR> <div> The crowd moved around him, friends, relatives, greeting each other with screams, laughter and lots of hugs, but not a single face the angel recognized. </div> <bR> <div> "...someone?....anyone?..... not even Twig?! why am i not surprised?....." Spyral said under his breath, shaking his head, as he set off in the direction of Baggage Claim. </div> <bR> <div> "...maybe they will be waiting for me there.....yeah....sure....." he muttered as he moved, his single wing, conveniently hidden beneath a long black leather trenchcoat, twitching in irritation. Nobody in the crowd seemed to notice the small bit of movement caused by his soft downy wing as it moved, nor the single white feather that wafted out from beneath the folds of the coat. They would no doubt be more perplexed by the fact that someone could possibly wear a long black leather coat in the heat of Summer. How could any of these mortal people, moving to and fro thru the airport like busy ants, be aware of the indifference to weather that Angels had? </div> <bR> <div> As he reached the Baggage Claim area, Spyral once again scanned the people wandering, seeming aimlessly, thru the area. "great......just great....." he muttered, spying his single bag and snagging it on the fly from the luggage conveyor. Setting the small suitcase on the floor, he reached into his coat and pulled out his cell phone, punching the autodial for the phone number for the Farscape Mansion. He continued to scan the area as the Mansion phone began to ring. </div> <bR> <div> Not far away, was a small waiting area with about a dozen chairs, almost completely empty. "obviously, everyone else has a way home....." the angel muttered to himself, as the phone continued to ring in his ear. A single pretty blond-haired girl in dark glasses, sat alone, in the area, possibly in the same boat as he. Waiting............ </div> <bR> <div> "HYEAH?!" a voice suddenly was screaming into his ear. Spyral jerked the phone away from his ear in reaction to the sudden voice. </div> <bR> <div> "WHO IS THIS?!" the angel shouted into the receiver, then looking around in embarrassment as he drew looks for shouting into the phone. The voice coming thru sounded familiar, but was hard to make out from the background noise of the Mansion flooding thru from the other end of the phoneline. </div> <bR> <div> "THIS IS SUNAERYN! WHO IS THIS?!" came the voice again. </div> <bR> <div> "SUN, THIS IS SPYRAL! I'M AT THE AIRPORT! I NEED A RIDE BACK HOME!! I NEED SOMEONE TO COME GET ME!" he shouted back. </div> <bR> <div> "OH! HEY SPY! HEY, HANG ON!" Sun returned. </div> <bR> <div> "...like I'm going anywhere....." he said to himself, as he heard the sound of the receiver being set down, the noise of the mansion radiating thru, full volume. *Are those cymbals I here in the background?* </div> <bR> <div> "HEY! GET THE HEZMANA OFF THAT CHANDELIER!," boomed the voice of Ragnar the Viking, over the din of the Mansion. "AREN'T YOU DUE BACK AT THE ZOO SOMETIME SOON?!!" </div> <bR> <div> "RAG!" Spyral shouted into the phone. "RAG PICK UP...." </div> <bR> <div> "AND WHO THE FRELL KEEPS LEAVING THE PHONE OFF OF THE HOOK? WHAT IF SOMEONE IS TRYING TO CALL HERE?" Spyral heard, followed by the sounds of someone fumbling with the phone. </div> <bR> <div> "RAG! RAG WAIT, IT'S ME, SPYRAL!" </div> <bR> <div> >Click!<...the phone went dead from the opposite end. </div> <bR> <div> "Okaaaayyyy," Spyral said to himself, staring at the phone in disbelief. "Let's try this again." He pushed the redial button and waited. </div> <bR> <div> one ring....two....three......>Click< as the receiver was lifted. </div> <bR> <div> "FARSCAPE MANSION" came a familiar voice across the line. </div> <bR> <div> "IQ!" Spyral shouted into the phone. </div> <bR> <div> "OKAY! WHO ARE YOU AND HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!" IQ's voice was suddenly filled with suspicion. "LOOK, IF THIS IS ABOUT THAT COPY OF 'BIKINI CARWASH 3-D', I ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT I RETURNED THAT LAST MONTH!" </div> <bR> <div> "IQ! IT'S OKAY! IT'S ME SPYRAL!" Spyral replied. </div> <bR> <div> "OH, HEY SPY! HEY MAN, YOU REALLY NEED TO COME DOWNSTAIRS DUDE, YOU'RE MISSING A GREAT PARTY. MOUSE AND JILA ARE PUTTING TOGETHER THE SLIP-N-SLIDE! AND RAE AND 'GHOST ARE MIXING UP SOMETHING...........PURPLE, SORT OF...! HURRY UP AND COME DOWN!" IQ shouted. </div> <bR> <div> "WAIT! IQ, I'M NOT UPSTAIRS, I'M AT..." </div> <bR> <div> >Click!< </div> <bR> <div> "...the....airport....." the angel finished. </div> <bR> <div> Again the angel stared at the cell phone in amazement, wondering just what charges could possibly be levied against him for loosing a frustrated scream and slinging the small piece of black plastic across the Baggage Claim area, shattering it into a million pieces against the far wall. He settled for letting loose a laugh of frustration. </div> <bR> <div> "I don't believe this," he said aloud. Placing his left hand to his temple, he could almost feel the seeds of the huge migraine, beginning to sprout. </div> <bR> <div> "Third time's gotta be a charm," he prayed to the ceiling above, as he once again, hit the redial button. </div> <bR> <div> "ring.......ring.....ring.... </div> <bR> <div> "um.....hello..?" came an unsure female voice from the opposite end, barely discernable from the background noise of the raging party. </div> <bR> <div> "HELLO, YES, WHO IS THIS?" Spyral shouted into the phone. </div> <bR> <div> "...um...I really don't...that is...you know...think I should....I mean....I don't live here....so..." the voice replied, even more unsure. </div> <bR> <div> Spyral squeezed his eyes shut tightly and let out a long sigh. *Patience......* </div> <bR> <div> "I see. Well, take a moment and look around, would you? Do you see anyone who DOES live there?" he asked thru gritted teeth. </div> <bR> <div> "Oh Yeah, SURE!" the voice brightened so sweetly it was almost sickening. "LOTS of 'em!" she added almost bubbly. </div> <bR> <div> "THEN GIVE ONE OF THEM THE FRELLING PHONE!!!" Spyral shouted, his patience fragmenting. </div> <bR> <div> "um.....okay...." came the timid voice again and the sounds of the phone almost being dropped as the girl, whoever she was rushed off. </div> <bR> <div> *Ragnar and his cheerleaders!* Spyral thought. *I thought Mouse told him not to bring them over anymore, especially after what happened last time. Bad enough two of them almost drowned in the damn fish tank, bobbing for those frelling apples.* </div> <bR> <div> A minute went by ..............two ........................... three................... </div> <bR> <div> "What the FRELL??!....." he wondered aloud. </div> <bR> <div> "HELLOOOOOOO! ANYBODY THERE?!" he shouted into the phone. He heard the sound of the opposite receiver being moved. </div> <bR> <div> "HELLO???!" came a surprised voice from the other end of the line. "IS SOMEONE THERE??!" </div> <bR> <div> That voice sounded familiar too..... "RAE??! RAE IS THAT YOU?!!" he shouted back. </div> <bR> <div> "SPY?!" came the sound of RavenKat from the other end. "SPY IS THAT YOU?!" </div> <bR> <div> "RAE! PLEASE DON'T SET THE PHONE DOWN!" he shouted back. "RAE, I'M AT THE AIRPORT! I NEED SOMEONE TO COME AND PICK ME UP!" he continued quickly. He reached down and picked up his bag, moving towards the near empty waiting area. </div> <bR> <div> "HEY SPY! HEY, WHEN DOES YOUR FLIGHT COME IN?!" came Raes voice back again, struggling to reach a higher volume than the crowd noise of the Mansion. </div> <bR> <div> As he reached the waiting area, he began to shout back. "IT'S IN!! I'M AT THE AIRPORT RAE! I NEED SOMEONE TO......" </div> <bR> <div> As he moved thru the chairs, he felt his leg brush lightly against something. A sudden quick movement, from his immediate right, caught his sight from the corner of his eye, and he ceased his conversation in mid-sentence and whirled in the direction of the activity. As he turned, the angel found himself almost face to face with the single girl he had noticed before, rising quickly to her feet as if shocked by a jolt of electrical current. A small folded cane tumbled from her grasp and clattered onto the floor. </div> <bR> <div> From across the room, the angel, in his frustration at the small battle with the phone, had noticed that the girl was attractive. Less than a foot away from her, however, Spyral realized how wrong he was. This girl was, in fact, Beautiful. Long, blonde hair, shimmering like golden straw, that was pulled up into a ponytail, then, like a waterfall, it fell over her shoulders and most of the way down her back. A face of seeming sculpted porcelain, and a body shaped very slight, yet with enough curves to keep any man staring as she made her way across a room. The only feature he could not admire, were her eyes, which were hidden behind an extraordinarily dark pair of sunglasses. </div> <bR> <div> "I'm.....I'm sorry!" the angel stammered, unable to remove his gaze from the girl, who just stood, staring back at him in silence. A look of genuine shock mixed with surprise covered her face. </div> <bR> <div> "WHAT?!" came the voice of Rae from his phone. </div> <bR> <div> "huh...?" Spyral muttered, the phone temporarily forgotten. "rae..? um....just a sec....." he spoke weakly into the receiver, then tugged it away from his ear. </div> <bR> <div> "SPY?! SPY, YOU THERE?" Raes voice came thru again from the phone which now dangled at Spyrals side. </div> <bR> <div> "Are....Are you okay?" Spyral asked reaching out slowly to the girl, who neither made no move to stop him, nor spared the arm a glance. He stopped his hand a few inches from the girls face. </div> <bR> <div> "I....my cane...." she spoke in a very whispery soft voice, continuing to stare at the angel. </div> <bR> <div> Spyral glanced down at the folded white cane that lay a few feet to his right, then back to the girls face. Realization flooded into Spyrals mind, as he realized that this girl was blind. Her sudden jump when he passed by must have been caused by the unexpected feel of his leg bumping hers. He quickly bent and snagged the cane from where it lay on the floor of the airport. </div> <bR> <div> "Here you go," he said, as he slowly moved it to her hand. </div> <bR> <div> "Thank you," she replied, as she gripped the cane and pulled it into her chest, her look of shock, now fled, replaced with one of confusion. </div> <bR> <div> "You're sure you're okay...?" Spyral asked awkwardly, finding himself almost wishing for a negative reply from the girl. "Anything I can do...?" he offered. </div> <bR> <div> "Yes...I mean...No...that is..." she smiled slightly in embarrassment at her own stammering. "I'm okay, Really, Thank you." </div> <bR> <div> "SPY! WHERE THE HEZMANA ARE YOU?!" came the voice of RavenKat again. </div> <bR> <div> The angel almost jumped at the sound. He lifted the phone to his ear again. "Yeah...Rae...I'm here" he said distractedly. He looked at the girl one last time, as she sat back down in her seat, then turned to walk away. "Okay," he said once more. </div> <bR> <div> "Don't....forget your suitcase!" came the small voice of the girl behind him. </div> <bR> <div> The angel spun in place, reaching clumsily for the small suitcase, with his free hand, and smiling at the girl, who was attempting to look in his general direction. As he gripped the handle, the angel suddenly paused in confusion. </div> <bR> <div> "How....how did you know....?" he began, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. </div> <bR> <div> "..I.... heard you set it down..." the girl replied quickly. A little too quickly to be convincing. She slowly lowered her gaze from his direction, to the floor, then sat back down into her chair.. </div> <bR> <div> "Thank you........." Spyral replied, uneasily. *something........* He looked at her a moment longer, then turned to walk away, but paused, then turned back to the girl again. </div> <bR> <div> "I'm Spyral," the angel said to the girl. </div> <bR> <div> *He knows............!* she thought. </div> <bR> <div> She looked up at him with a very pretty smile. "I'm .......... Laeryn," she said. </div> <bR> <div> "Are ...........you waiting for someone? Do you need any help...... you know .......... getting somewhere?" he asked her. </div> <bR> <div> *He knows that I'm Special, He can feel it somehow* </div> <bR> <div> "I......." she started to reply </div> <bR> <div> "I'M HANGING UP SPY!" came Raes voice, once again. </div> <bR> <div> Spyral remembered the phone. "Yeah, Rae, I'm here!" he said. "Just got............. distracted for a sec. So is someone gonna come pick me up or...?" </div> <bR> <div> Spyral never got to finish his sentence, for a large, hot blastwave washed over him then, the impact sending the angel sprawling to the floor, his suitcase spinning away; the impact was followed by the sound of a thousand plate glass windows shattering at once. </div> <bR> <div> "SPY?! WHAT THE HEZMANA??!!........" Rae shouted. </div> <bR> <div> Spyral ignored the voice coming from the cell phone, that he had somehow managed to keep in his hand during his fall, and simply stared as a large portal from....... ........somewhere............opened up less than a hundred yards from where he sat on the tile floor. </div> <bR> <div> "Rae..............." the angel found his voice. "..........I ............ think maybe you should bring one or two of the others with you, when you come and get me........... like, REAL SOON?!" </div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> ------------------***-------------------- </div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> Amidst the clamor of the airport populace scurrying about like ants doused with water, Laeryn Holli watched silently from the otherwise empty waiting area near the airport Baggage Claim Area. Though watching might be too strong a word, for as startlingly beautiful as her deep indigo eyes, hidden behind a pair of pitch black sunglasses, were, they were also completely useless. Laeryn had been blind from birth. </div> <bR> <div> Yet she watched nonetheless, as the people moved to and from, either with joyful greetings or farewells. And though she could not point out the man in the dark Armani suit, or the little girl in the plaid school uniform, Laeryn could direct you to 'Tommy', the little boy with the tack stuck to the sole of his shoe, 'Liz', the woman in the satin blouse that swished when she made even the tiniest movement, or 'James', the rather overlarge man who enjoyed a double-shot of bourbon in his mocha latte. She enjoyed making up names for the people that she "watched". </div> <bR> <div> Not that anybody would ask her, of course. In fact, most would probably wonder what a lone, blind girl would be doing, sitting by herself, in the middle of a busy airport in the first place. If they did bother to ask, they would no doubt laugh at her reply of "Enjoying the view", not realizing that, in fact, Laeryn could "see" better than they could possibly imagine. </div> <bR> <div> Laeryn had always been 'Special' from birth, her other very enhanced senses making up for her blindness. So enhanced, in fact, that she actually seemed able to get around better than most people with full vision. A fact that even her own family had found a bit unnerving. But as she entered her teenage years, they began to realize how 'Special' Laeryn was. For one thing, she could read. Not by braile, but by simply running her finger over a printed line. And she could make things move just by wanting to. As long as it was something that she had once touched or made physical contact with. Almost as if the object left some kind of imprint on her. </div> <bR> <div> But most of all, Laeryn could 'tell' things about people and objects that she touched. She could tell an objects 'life history', describing everyone who had ever handled it. She could touch someone and know their deepest secrets, dreams and wishes. With the slightest touch, she knew more about a person, than they knew about themselves. Which was what probably unnerved Laeryn the most when she felt the bump against her leg. She had known that he was there, 'seeing' him, as he headed her way, but at the touch of his leg, she had felt...................NOTHING! As if he really wasn't there at all. A feeling that she had never experienced before. It was enough of a shock to cause her to react with a start and drop her cane. </div> <bR> <div> He had, of course, retrieved it for her and apologized as well, though, she had remained almost completely silent thruout the exchange, except for alerting him to the fact that he was forgetting his suitcase, which he retrieved, then continued on his way. Laeryn had then sat back down and tried to focus her complete attention on his retreating form, to try and pick up anything else that she could from him. But when he whirled back around and actually spoke to her, she was taken by surprise once more. </div> <bR> <div> She could feel it from him ................ somehow. </div> <bR> <div> *He knows! He knows that I'm special somehow. Like......he can FEEL it!* </div> <bR> <div> "I'm Spyral," he said. </div> <bR> <div> "I'm.............. Laeryn," she replied. </div> <bR> <div> *What ARE You ............?* she thought to herself. </div> <bR> <div> "Do you need any help?" he offered. </div> <bR> <div> But before she could answer, and with no warning, a hard, wave of heat washed over her, pressing her back into her seat, and a loud crash echoed thru the airport. The screams and shouts of the crowded airport filled her head, making her feel almost nauseous. Then if that wasn't enough............. she could now feel ................. something else. </div> <bR> <div> .........Something Bad............ </div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id314.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Stuck at the airport (1)"><U>Stuck at the airport (1)</U></A></div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>