Her eyes always found him, across the flight deck, the rec room, the ready room, an ingrained, superstitious habit, like touching the picture on the way out of briefings. He’d become her touchstone, a simple fact that scared her above all others. Someday, she’d look and he wouldn’t be there. What would keep her from flying apart at the seams, then?
He noticed her looking for him, as she always did. The panic in her eyes was a wake-up call. He crossed the rec room before her eyes left his and guided her toward the hatch.
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Date: 2011-04-24 12:26 pm (UTC)He noticed her looking for him, as she always did. The panic in her eyes was a wake-up call. He crossed the rec room before her eyes left his and guided her toward the hatch.
He took his chance.