I fidgeted in my seat as my plane slowed on the runway. The pilot said something over the speaker, but I wasn't listening. I was busy staring out the window, waiting to get out of this plane and breathe some air. You know: real, fresh, polluted city air… with something concrete under my converse. My attention was brought away from the window, though, as most of the passengers began to rise from their seats and take their bags from the overhead compartments.
I got up and stretched as the stiff in the tie that sat next to me took his computer and tiny briefcase and wandered off down the aisle. I took my laptop from behind my legs and brought my duffle bag from its place above my seat.
A few minutes and a mob of people later, I was watching the conveyor belt intently while I waited for my other suitcase.
'Making love with his ego, Ziggy sucked up into his mind—'
I fished my phone out of my pocket and flipped it open.
'Your plane land yet?' I heard my brother's voice ask.
'Yeah. Now where are you?' I asked, briefly looking away from the parade of luggage to look for my brother.
'I'm almost there. I just hope you don't get hit on by any psycho killers or something… whatever you do, don't let anyone buy you a Bay Breeze!' Johnny said, making me smile.
'You haven't done anything but watch movies while I was gone, have you?' I asked, spotting my suitcase and watching it move a little bit closer.
'Well, yeah… and work. And buy a guitar,' Johnny replied as I grabbed my suitcase and set it on the floor, popping up the handle.
'You bought a guitar?' I asked into the phone with a grin.
'Yeah! I kind of rock…' he said, finally coming up next to me. His arms were wide in expectation of a hug. 'Francesca!'
I hugged my brother for a moment and we shared the usual I missed yous. Then I reached up, grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back so I could look him in the eye.
'What did I tell you about calling me by that name?' I asked, raising my eyebrows.
'What? It's your name! It's on your birth certificate…' Johnny replied with an almost innocent smile.
'If you keep calling me it, I'll have it legally changed.'
'No you won't. Mom would kill you!' Johnny shot back with a look on his face that basically said I was full of crap. I let go of his head and took a step back, looking Johnny over in my best older-sister way.
'When was the last time you washed those clothes?' I asked, raising an eyebrow. He smiled before answering.
'You're supposed to wash them?'
A/N: You guys, I think it's time for a Relapse. It took a lot longer than I had hoped, but Chapter One of Healing Wounds' sequel will be out this week. And just so everyone knows, I made sure to finish the whole thing before posting, so you guys won't have to wait on me anymore! For those who are reading this, thanks from the bottom of my heart for sticking with Frankie and House. You will have a proper ending for them now. I promise. :)