|A Flawless Plan
Author: Launa Alvara PM
When Douglas gives Martin's love-life a bit of a jump start, neither of them could have imagined where it would lead. (Reviews/comments/suggestions welcome! and needed!)Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Friendship - Cabin Pressure - Chapters: 76 - Words: 118,765 - Reviews: 153 - Favs: 37 - Follows: 42 - Updated: 05-05-13 - Published: 05-20-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8134322
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This is my first fanfiction ever! Started as just a bit of fluff for Martin mainly, but grew a bit! Any feedback welcome. Cabin Pressure and it's brilliant characters belong to the talented Mr John Finnemore. Kate belongs to me.
Kate closed her eyes and took a deep breath, digging her fingers into the armrests, as the plane started to make its way down the runway. It was quite ironic how her company had chosen the one person with a fear of flying to supervise three weeks of important overseas deliveries. Ironic, and somewhat cruel, she thought. She tried her best to let her mind wander rather than concentrate on the take-off itself.
Despite the actual flying, she was actually really enjoying her time with MJN air. At first she had dreaded the idea of spending vast amounts of time with virtual strangers. However, the crew of MJN made pleasant and entertaining company, much more so than she'd expected. In reality, she had spent virtually every waking hour for the past two weeks with them.
Carolyn Knapp-Shappey, the CEO and sometimes stewardess of MJN, could come across as fearsome, but mostly because she didn't suffer fools gladly. Now she realised that Kate wasn't one, they got on extremely well. Carolyn wasn't nearly as fierce as she wanted people to believe and Kate thought very highly of her. Keeping the other three crew members in check was something of a full-time job, and something Carolyn managed very well. Her son, Arthur, served as steward of MJN. Well... if you could really call it that. Arthur could be exceedingly daft at times, but he was incredibly sweet in a childlike way and his heart was in the right place. He'd been enthusiastically welcoming to Kate and kept her amused and distracted during take-off and landing. You really couldn't dislike Arthur, there wasn't a bad bone in his body.
Then there was Douglas Richardson, the First Officer. She'd mistakenly assumed he was the Captain when they were first introduced, much to the anguish of the actual Captain. He had that kind of confident air about him and was overwhelmingly charming, which is what had made her make the assumption. Douglas was amazingly quick witted and dripping in sarcasm, but it was mostly good humoured and, even if he was loathe to admit it himself, he was really rather a decent kind. He was, though, a terrible tease; which was mostly directed at their hapless Captain.
Ah, the Captain. Captain Martin Crieff, as he reminded nearly anyone who stood still long enough. Martin was something of a conundrum. He could come across as incredibly prissy and self important, a stickler for rules and regulations and doing things in the proper manner (as opposed to Douglas' more free-spirited approach). And yet at the same time, he also managed to be altogether the opposite; completely unsure of himself. This was never more apparent than when he first met with Kate, he'd stuttered and flustered and spent a lot of time apologising and going a rather fetching shade of red. Martin wasn't the super-confident Captain he clearly longed to be and he was obviously desperate to be taken more seriously.
Martin had taken seven attempts to get his commercial pilot's licence; something Douglas had informed her with great glee as Martin watched on, looking like he'd like the ground to swallow him whole. This had two effects on her, simultaneously filling her with horror for the impending flight but also something of an admiration for Martin himself. He obviously showed determination and willpower. Most people, if faced with six rejections for their dream career, would just give up, but Martin hadn't. He'd picked himself up and tried again. She'd pointed this out to Douglas, who had promptly made a quip about 'taking a hint', but Martin had smiled shyly at her, a blush creeping over his face again.
Despite his faults, Kate could help but like Martin. He was rather sweet really, once you learned to look past his ability to put his foot in his mouth. She'd confided in him about her fear of flying on the first day at MJN and he'd rather clumsily tried to help by telling her how statistically unlikely a serious accident would be. Unfortunately, he'd then somehow managed to tell her all about the worse air accident in recent history, whilst actually trying to prove how safe air travel really was. She was endeared by his efforts to help, he had a kind heart no matter how clumsy the method of delivery.
The plane had finally levelled and the seatbelt sign pinged off. It suddenly dawned on Kate that she had managed to spend take-off lost in her own thoughts. She smiled to herself. Well, it was certainly better than having a panic attack, like the first flight.