|Thrust my Luck
Author: Froggybangbang PM
In answer to a prompt for Whump!Martin. Martin gets home after a week of flight and things go from bad to worse. rated for a bit on chapter 2. Sorry about that: my brain got away from me!Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Cabin Pressure - Chapters: 5 - Words: 6,440 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 19 - Published: 04-24-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8057034
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Wednesday, at about eleven, Douglas brought Martin to his van. Martin felt a lot better. He had slept about 15 hours and it had help him greatly with his flu, he had eaten whatever Douglas presented him and he had a keg full of petrol to fill his van until the next petrol station. He followed Douglas to the station, filled his van properly, and they left in direction of Martin's flat.
Martin parked his van in his usual spot while Douglas waited for him in his Lexus. They went back to Douglas' to wash the clothes Martin had left in his overnight back in the back of his van. Martin took great care of ironing properly his uniform and they left for Carolyn's house at fifteen hundred.
Carolyn raised an eyebrow at the sight of both her pilots arriving at the same time (and on time) but didn't mention a pip. They took off to prepare for the flight. Martin felt happy. Douglas had made him promise that if anything, anything, was wrong with his flat when they got home Martin would call Douglas to stay in the guest bedroom. "The house is awfully big and empty now, anyway." Douglas had added, to make things look like it wasn't a big deal. It was nice to know you had a friend.