A/N: Ok folks, here you are as promised, the first of four one-shots that I've selected from you to write.

Summary: Kate is restless and wanders around the Aurora and discovers Matt playing the piano in the lounge. * I know in the books Matt states that he can't sing but for this, let's just say he can*

I was up till 3:30 this morning writing it so I hope you enjoy!

One more thing: the song that Matt sings is Boyce Avenue's cover of No Air. It is a piano cover done and the song was altered a bit when they performed it, so that is why the lyrics have been cut and switched.

Disclaimer: I don't own Airborn or any of the characters.

Late Night Exploring

Kate's P.O.V

I'm not sure how I ever managed to fall asleep in the first place. The sound was louder than one hundred stampeding rhinos. I sat on my bed and stared at the snoring beast that is my chaperone. I glanced at the clock on the opposite wall that read 2:05 am. After three more failed attempts to get back to sleep, at 2: 45, I got out of bed.

My first thought was that I could tire myself out with something in our main room of the suite but as I walked through the doorway that led to my bedroom, a quick glance around the room told me that I would have difficulty finding anything that would entertain me. With a frustrated sigh, I sunk down onto the couch. Before I could stop myself, my mind wandered to the cabin boy that had helped me and Marjorie to our stateroom. Matt Cruse. I couldn't help the grin that formed on my face as his image appeared in my head. Marjorie would throw a fit if she knew that I was finding Mr. Cruse to be quite alluring. He was also very good-looking, if I may say so.

Shaking my head to rid myself of my daydream, I got up to grab my thick, warm robe. I pulled it on over my nightdress and tied the belt. If I couldn't sleep, I might as well do something productive with my time. Over the next forty five minutes, I wandered part of the Aurora, taking in all of the detail and care that went into making such a grand airship. I was taking a different route back to my room when I heard a beautiful melody coming from the lounge. Curious, I walked over to the slightly open door and peeked inside. My eyes skimmed over the empty bar and bare tables and chairs before finally resting on a sight that brought a smile to my face. There, sitting at the piano, was Matt.

Maybe this night wouldn't be so boring after all… I thought to myself.

As quietly as I could, I slid through the small space of the open door and made my way silently along the wall toward him. He didn't seem to be aware of my presence, so I stayed silent and watched him. He played for another five minutes before bringing the song to a soft close. Not being able to stop myself, I started to clap. I must have startled him a great deal, for he jumped up and spun around, his eyes wide.

"M-Miss de Vries! I was just um…well I uh…it was hard to sleep and…" He trailed off, an embarrassed expression on his features.

"I can assure you Mr. Cruse, you're not going to be in any trouble with anyone over this. I myself was finding it difficult to sleep and decided to take a walk around. I just so happened to stumble upon you playing, therefore you had nothing to do with me not being able to sleep." Despite my reassurance, he still looked nervous.

His brow creased in concern at my previous statement, "You couldn't sleep? Was the bed not comfortable?"

"No, it was something more along the lines of a grizzly bear hibernating in the bed next to me."

He smirked and I found myself grinning back. As we stood there, I took in his appearance. His brown hair had a definite bed-head style and he was wearing a simple white V-neck t-shirt that I am pleased to say, clung very tightly to his torso, and a pair of red plaid flannel pajama pants. He seemed to realize what I was staring at and flushed deep red. He seemed to clue in that I was in my pajamas as well and that just made him blush even more. When he opened his mouth to speak, he couldn't stop stuttering.

"Um…M-Miss de Vries, I-I think it would be best if we um…g-go back to our rooms now. We are not appropriately dressed and if anyone was to come in—"

"Relax Mr. Cruse," I interrupted him, despite the fact that I thought his jumbled speech made him even cuter. A mischievous smirk spread across my face, "I can assure you that, at this hour, no one is going to wander in here."

"Trust me, I thought that too…" He muttered, looking at his feet.

I saw him tense up as I walked over and sat down at the piano bench. "Will you play something for me?" I looked up at him with puppy dog eyes.

He looked around sheepishly, as if he was inspecting to make sure no one would walk in, before sitting down next to me. I can tell you I was very aware of our legs and arms brushing against each other. He set his fingers down on the ivory keys and began playing. I watched his fingers dance lightly across the small white and black rectangles. When he finished, I turned my head to him and smiled, "That was beautiful. Do you sing as well, or do you only play instrumental?"

He blushed a bit at my compliment (I was internally hoping that our close proximity also contributed to the blushing) and nodded his head, "I do sing a bit, but only in private."

"Why is that?"

"As hard as it may be for some people to believe, others are actually kind of shy." He replied, with a teasing grin on his face.

"Well, how are you ever going to know if you're good or not?"

"I prefer not to have someone tell me that I sound like a dying goat, thank you."

"But what if they tell you that you're really good?" I wasn't going to let this go, so Mr. Cruse, you might as well just give in.

"I can live without knowing."

"That hardly seems adventurous or fun. I would think someone as brave as you have been known to be would be a little more courageous about knowing other people's opinions about you." Good Kate, provoke him, that should work.

"Why are we discussing this exactly?"

"Because I want to hear you sing."

"…oh no. No, no, no, no, no. Not gonna happen." Oh, a stubborn one, huh? Well Mr. Matt Cruse, you have met your match!

"Please? I promise I won't be critical."

"Sorry, but no. Anyways, it's getting really late. We should be getting to bed."

"No."

"What?"

"No. I plan on staying right here until you sing." Matt Cruse, meet the Queen of Stubborn.

"You can't be serious!"

"Indeed I am Mr. Cruse."

"But… but the morning crew will be here in forty five minutes to clean and prepare for breakfast!"

"Well then Mr. Matt Cruse, I suggest you decide quickly."

I saw the gears in his head moving as his eyes showed contemplation. After a few moments of thinking and pacing on his part, he sat back down. I don't know what the big deal was, it was only singing. He couldn't be THAT bad…could he?

"Promise me you won't laugh."

"I swear." He seemed to look into my eyes as though searching for any hint that I was lying.

He looked down at the keys before letting out a shaky breath and started.

"If I should die before I wake

It's 'cause you took my breath away

Losing you is like living in a world with no air

I'm here alone, didn't want to leave

My heart won't move, it's incomplete

Wish there was a way that I can make you understand

But how, do you expect me

To live alone, just me

'Cause my world revolves around you

It's so hard for me to breathe

Tell me how I'm s'posed to breathe with no air

I can't live, can't breathe with no air

It's how I feel whenever you ain't there

There's no air, no air

Got me out here in the water so deep

Tell me how you gonna be without me

If you ain't here I just can't breathe

There's no air, no air

I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew

Right off the ground to float to you

There's no gravity to hold me down for you

So how, do you expect me

To live alone, just me

'Cause my world revolves around you

It's so hard for me to breathe

Tell me how I'm s'posed to breathe with no air

Can't live, can't breathe with no air

It's how I feel whenever you ain't there

There's no air, no air

Got me out here in the water so deep

Tell me how you gonna be without me

If you ain't here I just can't breathe

There's no air, no air

Oh oh

Yeah oh

I can't live without you baby

Got me out here in the water so deep

Tell me how you gonna be without me

If you ain't here I just can't breathe

There's no air, no air"

His hands slowed to a stop as I sat there with my mouth open, staring at him. God help me, his voice was just a gorgeous as he was! I was never going to make it through this trip if this boy showed me any more surprises or talents.

"Matt, that was incredible!"

He looked surprised that I used his first name and to be honest, I was as well. He smiled at me and looked away, blushing again. I smirked internally at the pleasure of knowing that I was the one making him blush over and over that night.

"Will you teach me to play something?" He played so beautifully and I wanted him to show me how to play even a fraction of as well as he does.

He thought for a moment before smiling and nodding. "Sure, why not, I've broken about a thousand rules so far tonight anyways." He gestured for me to place my hands on the ivory keys. "Okay, first, place your right hand like this. Good. Now, the other hand has to go like this. Wait, you've got your fingers messed up. Look at how mine are. Wait a sec, this might help."

With that, he got up and came around to stand behind me. I started smiling like an idiot when I felt his arms come around me. He grabbed my hands and fingers and placed them in the proper position. "Now what you want to do, is go from here, down an octave to a D chord, like this." He was speaking in my ear and it was very distracting.

After a few minutes, he was helping me play a steady, basic melody. It didn't sound nearly as good as when he played, but it was something. I smiled and turned my head to look at him and found myself staring into his gorgeous eyes. My mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. He seemed to be incapable of speaking as well. Our faces were inches apart and I can't say that I was at all uncomfortable with our closeness. After about two minutes of blissful staring (at least, that's what it was to me) and me internally wishing that he would lean forward and close the gap between us, he cleared his throat and looked away, blushing furiously. Again, I celebrated in my head that I was able to make him do that.

"That was good Miss, very good, but I think it's time for us both to be heading to bed." He was looking everywhere but at me.

I nodded my head sadly in agreement, "Thank you very much for the little performance and lesson Mr. Cruse. I had fun." I leaned up and kissed him, half on his cheek and half on his lips.

He was smiling like mad as I pulled away and I couldn't stop myself smiling back but this time, I'm sure that I was the one that was blushing.

He finally met my gaze and nodded once, "I had fun as well Miss. Now good night."

"Good night Mr. Cruse."

I walked to the door and glanced back one last time, pleased to find him still watching me. I waved once more before slipping through the doorway and making my way back to my stateroom. As I crawled into bed, I replayed the night's events in my mind. Not even Marjorie's dreadful snoring could bother me as I remembered Matt singing for me and playing the Baby Grand. I snuggled deep into my pillow and kept Matt's face in my mind's eye as I fell asleep thinking:

I'm going to have a lot of fun on this trip…

A/N: There you have it, the first story. Hope you guys enjoyed and sorry if the characters seem a bit OOC at times. And just for the record, I am a bass player so I have no idea what I'm talking about when it comes to the piano so I hope I didn't screw anything up too bad. I'm not gonna hound you guys and hold the next three stories hostage to get you guys to review, I'm not that kind of author and it drives me crazy when people do that lol, so if you want to, R&R and tell me what you thought of it.

Thanks guys,

Lucky