Chapter 2- Flight Lessons
"Okay, the pre-flights done, everyone’s strapped in, and we’ve got clearance," said Scott to Jean. The pair found themselves in one of the mini-jets designed to carry up to two passengers. "So now what do you do?"
Jean looked at the controls. "Now, give a little throttle…. Hey nothing’s happening! What’s wrong?"
"You forgot to release the brake," said Scott as he reached over and pulled the release. He noticed Jean start to blush. "Hey, it’s okay. You won’t believe how many mistakes I made the first time I flew this baby, and just thing I had to deal with Logan."
Jean started to laugh and loosen up. "Now, that’s better," replied Scott as he looked at Jean’s red lips, and slowly traced the curves of her cheek up to her green eyes. "Okay, I think you’re ready now." Jean nodded and pulled the throttle. The mini-jet began to move forward. After a few seconds, the mini-jet sped down the runway and emerged out of the cliff-side exit, and the teens found themselves flying above the ground.
"You did it, Jean! You’re flying!" he said. He looked over to Jean. He could tell that she was nervous because of how tense her muscles appeared. He reached over and wrapped his hands around hers as they held the joystick. She could feel him pull at her fingers. "Relax, Jean. This is the easy part. Just let yourself soar with the wind, like a bird. Okay?"
Jean nodded and loosened her grip. After a few seconds, he saw her muscles began to relax. Then, Scott slowly pulled his hands back towards himself. He looked out the window and glared at the forest below. He turned his gaze back to Jean. Although her muscles were relaxed, he could tell she was still tense. So, he reclined his seat, leaned back, and laced his fingers behind his head.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I relaxing," he replied. "I trust you, Jean."
"You do?" she asked.
"Of course," he answered. Then, he looked over and saw that Jean was reclining next to him, and looking into his eyes with a smile on her face. Scott sat up quickly, but then realized that he had been had.
"So you trust me, huh?" teased Jean.
"The auto-pilot control," he said as he looked at the button (which was pressed down.) Then he turned back to Jean. "Yeah, I trust you," he continued, "I know that you wouldn’t let us fall." Jean glared into his eyes and knew he was telling the truth. She didn’t even need her telepathy to tell her so.
Suddenly there was a flash of light, and the plane rocked violently. Red lights began to flash in the cockpit and immediately both of the teens were alert. "What happened?" asked Jean.
Scott began reading the panel displays. "The right engine is out!" Scott glanced out the window at the engine. "It looks like something took a shot at us, but…" Scott glanced at the radar, "…but I’m not reading any aircraft in the area." Scott immediately took control and continued to glance at the display boards. "We may be able to make it back to mansion, but…"
The cockpit was rocked violent once again as a second explosion occurred on the right side of the plane. "The engine’s totally gone, we’re going down!" called Scott. And the teens braced themselves for the end that seemed so near.