Gerard POV

I smiled convincingly at the woman at the door. She looked down at my passport, and then up at me again.

“Come on, Gee!” Mikey chirped.

“Almost there.” I answered.

Finally, the lady nodded at me and handed me back the passport. I reunited with my brother, Matt, Bob and Ray at the end of the sterile-smelling tunnel. We all looked at each other.

“Great!” Bob said, breaking the silence “well, see you guys in L.A.”

Bob smiled and gave me a pat on the back. He stepped into the plane. As did the other four guys. I decided to stay outside for a few seconds. My blood was pumping. Then, I stepped inside as a short flight attendant closed the door. I gulped.

Last time i’d ever see the ground.

“Excuse me, sir?”

The flight attendant tapped my shoulder softly. I looked up to see a smiling face framed with gorgeous black locks… and beautiful hazel eyes.

“You must be in your seat for liftoff and preparation.” he said, smiling softly.

I smiled and he bit his lip. There, I could see the small hole where a lip piercing would go. I nodded and turned around to go to my seat. He followed me closely. When I was at my seat, two rows across from Mikey, he smiled again and walked away.

I watched his delicately swaying hips as he walked away. Darn his tight little ass… the thoughts it gave me…. I swear, I wouldn’t mind going at it one last time before this whole thing went down.

Focus.

I took a deep breath and leaned my head back against the headrest as the announcements began. It was then I noticed the tight-ass flight attendant giving a demonstration. We made eye contact and his face turned slightly red.

“Your individual lift vest is located in a pouch beneath your seat. Should its use become necessary, remove it from the plastic packet, slip it over your head and pull downward on the front panel. Bring the strap around your waist and insert it into the buckle on the front…”

I smiled to him as he tried not to look straight at me.

“Pull on the loose strap until the vest fits snugly as we are now demonstrating. As you leave the aircraft, inflate the vest by pulling down firmly on the red tabs. The vest may be orally inflated by blowing into the inflation tubes at shoulder level. Each vest has a rescue light on the shoulder for night use which is water activated by removing the Pull to Light tab located on the battery.”

Finally, he took the vest off and folded it neatly. Then, he went to take a seat.

The plane took off.

A few minutes into the flight, the flight attendant was checking up on all our rows. Finally, I was able to see his nametag: Frank.

“Sir.” He was saying to someone “Are you okay? You look a little pale-.”

“I’m FINE.”

I looked up to see Mikey trembling.

“Gee,” he whispered “We can still get out of this. We don’t have to do this…”

DID we have to do this? I began to question then, but then I looked up and saw Matt give me a stern look.

“Y-Yes.” I answered back, my stomach churning horribly.

“It…. It doesn’t feel right, Gee… Gee?

Frank got closer. Mikey backed away.

“Sir? Oh my.”

Soft hands taking hold of me and I was rushed to the back of the plane. Into a bathroom. Soon, I was retching my soul out and the flight attendant had taken to rubbing circles on my back.

“It’s okay… It’s okay…”

“No it’s not.” I whispered.

“What do you-?”

“This plane is gonna blow up.” I choked out.

I literally HEARD his smile.

“Now sir, I am sure you are experiencing mild-.”

“It’s TRUE, DAMMIT!”

A sound from the inside of the plane. Then, a scream. Frank was too focused on me to hear it.

“And why do you say that?” he asked.

I looked back to see his boyish face twist in innocent curiosity.

“A b-bomb.”

“What.”

I saw his face turn ashy white.

“M-My friends a-are holding t-the p-plane host-tage.”

“Why.”

“T-the tower…”

I was too shaken up to speak. More loud noises. Frank could hear them too.

“What tower.” He said, shaking me “Sir. I need you to tell me! What tower??”


“Gerard.”


I looked up to see Bob and Matt standing outside the bathroom door. Their gazes were cruel and unforgiving.

“What a shame...” Bob sighed.

“The North Tower.” I whispered.

A loud slam. I screamed as the door was shut on us.

“Where’s Gerard?” I heard a voice say from outside.

“Shut up, Mikey.” I heard Bob say “He’s no longer with us on this.”

A few seconds of silence. Then, a voice over the intercom.

“Attention passengers. Nobody move. everything will be fine. You’ll only be in danger if you resist. Don’t be stupid. We’re taking the plane hostage.”

My friends… me… what had we done??

“G-Gerard? That’s your name, right?” A soft and scared voice asked.

I nodded and looked to the terrified flight attendant that had landed on my lap.

“We-We’re gonna die, aren’t we.” he whispered

“Yes.”

“W-Why?” he asked in a choked voice. I turned to see his eyes full of tears. “Why w-would you do this?”

I looked into his hazel eyes to see flecks of green. Someone had been waiting for him in L.A. A parent? A lover?

“I don’t know.”

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN ‘YOU DON’T KNOW’. YOU CAN’T JUST BLOW UP A PLANE AND ‘NOT KNOW’?!

A moment of silence.

“Where are we going.” He asked shakily.

“New York.”

A moment of thinking. I saw him put two and two together as to what tower I had been talking about.

Frank took seven deep breaths and closed his eyes. His hands were shaking still. Then, he tried to stand up. I helped him. He leaned over to the door and checked on the lock. It was open. From the position he was in, his ass was in my face. But i wasn’t focused on that right now.

“Two in the cockpit,” He whispered “The other two have guns and are walking amongst the rows.”

He backed up and landed on my lap again. His face was firm and determined.

“We need to stop them.”

What.

“They have GUNS.” I whispered fiercely “They’ll shoot five holes in you before you ever take ONE of them out.”

“Don’t YOU have a gun?”

I shook my head.

“I left it outside. Underneath my seat. The guys must’ve emptied my suitcase anyways.”

“Great-fucking idea.”

“Just… stay in here. You’ll be safe and-”

“For HOW long? You don’t seem to realize THE SITUATION. YOU FIVE ARE FUCKING TERRORISTS!”

I cringed at the word and swallowed.

“Y-You’re right. What sh-should we do.”

“Help me get to the radio. I can message across and have a squad waiting for us in New York.”

“And then what.”

“And then… and then… w-we can save people from dying.”

“But we’ll die.”

“I know.”

He was shaking worse than ever. I felt my arms wrap around him and press his small body to my chest. His tears began seeping through my shirt.

“Who.” I asked softly.

“Who what.”

“Who was waiting for you on the other side.”

He opened his mouth to answer and in that moment, the plane shook. Sounds from outside. A struggle. Screaming. Bob yelling out instructions. Almost instantly, I helped Frank stand and he barged through the door and caught Matt on the face with his fist. Matt growled and grabbed the small man by the neck. I emerged from the bathroom and ran to help Frank but-

“GET HIM!”

Something hard hitting me in the back of my head. I fell like a stone and groaned.

“Good job, Mikey.”

M-Mikey?

“You’re right, Gee.” I heard him say coldly “Swine should die. I’m sorry.”

I was grabbed and pushed back into the bathroom. Then, Frank was pushed in after me. My own brother…. Mikey….

“We have to try again….” Frank choked out.

“No.”

“PLEASE…. I DON’T WANNA DIE.”

“You still didn’t answer my question.” I whispered “Who was waiting for you?”

“What.”

“Who was waiting for you in L.A.”

A voice over the loudspeaker. Tears running down Frank’s face. He buried his face in my chest.

“My- “

Notes

i decided to write this as a sort of tribute. No offense is intended. Hope you guys like it.