Chapter 31
Thea & Gabe

"I miss them already," sighed Thea as she stared out the window of the Dassault Falcon 900 EX while it taxied onto the tarmac.  "My babies," whined Thea dramatically with her hand pressed against the window.

Gabe looked out the window before he turned his blue eyes to Thea.  "Seriously," mocked Gabe with as a smile bloomed on his face.  "You threw four mismatch outfits into your overnight bag, didn't pack any underwear and ran to the car yelling finally a vacation."  Gabe arched an amused eyebrow at Thea, "So did you want to rephrase that."

Thea watched as the small building and tower blur past before the plane took off.  "No," responded Thea flatly, "I believe you're mistaken my actions with yours."

"Pray tell," smirked Gabe, "whatever do you mean?"

"Hmm," hummed Thea.  "I believe you hastily wrote a bucket list that included 'The Mile High Club'."  Thea primly dropped her hands in her lap and continued to stare out the window.  "I'm not sure what that club entails but I believe I want no part of the membership."

Gabe stared crestfallen at the back of Thea's head, "Seriously?"

"No," smirked Thea as she turned toward him and placed her hands eagerly on his leg.  "Not only do I want to join I want to be the president of the damn club."  They hands quickly went to the button of Gabe's blue jeans and pulled the zipper down.

"Thea," growled Gabe as his head fell back against the black leather interior of the plane.  "You do realize that aside from the pilot there's still Jordan?"

"Jordan," frowned Thea while her hands deftly unfastened his pants, tugged his zipper down and pulled his aroused member out.

"We haven't even been given the okay to take our seat belts off," moaned Gabe as Thea's hand started to move up and down on his length.

"Okay," pouted Thea removing her hands and placing them back in her lap.  "I'll wait until Jordan has gone to sit with the pilot."

Gabe chuckled while he adjusted his pants. "Jordan we're fine go do something with yourself," yelled Gabe as the cockpit's door started to open.  Gabe turned with an arrogant smirk when the curly haired black man looked out the door, gave him thumbs up and shut the door back.  "So where were you," asked Gabe with a twinkle in his eyes.

"I can't remember," smirked Thea still gazing out the window.  "You know how I am when I'm interrupted.

"Oh," pouted Gabe with a sullen expression.  "And I had all this for you," continued Gabe, "I guess I should go take care of it by myself."  Gabe unbuckled his seatbelt and started to stand up.

"Hold it right there," screeched Thea as she grabbed Gabe by the waistband of his pants and tugged.  "That there is mine and you even think about going to alleviate your ailment without me I'll make sure that I cut it off the first chance I get."  Thea rolled her neck for added affect, "Now sit your ass down so I can become el presidente of the mile high club."

"As you wish," smirked Gabe.

Thea made quick work of removing his belt, unbuttoning his jeans.  "Now come here and let Luna take care of that," purred Thea as she reached into his black boxers and pulled out his throbbing flesh.

Gabe chuckled as he watched Thea hands stroke him up and down.  "You do know that you are being a very bad girl," smirked Gabe huskily.

Thea stared through her eyelashes at Gabe with a naughty smile as her hand moved up and down.  "I know," sighed Thea before she took a deep breath and released it on his member.  "I'm going to be a very bad girl," purred Thea licking her lips.

"Oh gawd," gasped Gabe as he watched Thea small pink tongue dart out to lap at his arousal before she sucked the mushroom tip of his arousal into her mouth.

Thea nibbled gently before she pulled back and smiled at him, "I'm very confident that you'll be saying more than that in a few more minute."

Gabe fingers tangled in Thea's curly brown hair as he urged her to take him back into the warmth of her mouth. 

A loud ding sounded through the interior cabin before a disembodied woman's voice started to speak clearly.  "We are losing fuel and need to make an emergency landing.”

"Fuck," snapped Gabe as he quickly straightened himself up and sat down.  Quickly he picked up the phone in the armrest, his finger tapping against the receiver as he waited for the pilot to answer.  "What the hell is going on?"

Thea looked out the window and gasped, "Oh my goodness Gabe!"

Gabe turned to look out the window unconcerned before he continued to listen to what the pilot was saying.   "Exactly where are we," asked Gabe as he looked out the window.  "Nebraska," continued Gabe undeterred.  "Did you alert the people waiting for us in Louisiana of this situation?"

"Gabe," cried Thea as she grabbed his hand and pointed toward the window.  "I know we aren't doing a nose dive but we are fast falling to the ground."

"I'm assuming we don't have parachutes," asked Gabe humorlessly as he stared at Thea with a blank expression.  "So we'll be jumping before the plane crashes," continued Gabe with the same monotone.

"Let me get this straight," panicked Thea as stared at Gabe with a look of dread.  "You can fly?"

"No," laughed Gabe as he stared at Thea amused.

"You can glide down to the ground," continued Thea anxiously.

Gabe eyebrows pulled together and he shook his head, "No."

"You have a magic spell that you were saving for just this event," asked Thea anxiously her fingers digging into the armrest of her seat.

"No," sighed Gabe as he looked out the window.  "Sam is attempting to set the plane down but we've lost a lot of fuel and chances are she's not going to be able to land us safely.  When the plane is as close to the ground as it's going to get we are going to jump."

"The hell," screamed Thea.  "You expect me to tuck and roll!"

"No," drawled Gabe with a shake of his head.  "I will tuck and roll and you will be in my arms as I do it."

"Gabe," responded Thea attempting to appear calm.  "I would like to point out that you told me that shifters are not immortal!"

"We're not immortal but we're not talking about jumping from a high rise building to the ground," joked Gabe.

"No," screamed Thea as she looked over to see Sam and Jordan as they hurried out of the cockpit.  "We are talking about a plane going -."

"Thea we don't have any more time to talk about this," drawled Gabe as he stood up.  "It's time to abandon ship."

Before Thea could respond she was over Gabe's shoulder and headed toward the opened emergency hatch.  "I'm going to die," screamed Thea with her eyes closed, as she gagged on the bile that rose up her throat as she and Gabe free fell through the air. 

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Roderick & Cyrus

Cyrus pressed the end button on her Galaxy Note 4 before she turned to stare at Roderick's profile.  "Jasmine asked if we were going to stop by their house to see the triplets before we head home."

Roderick scratched his chin as he stared at the road, "That's fine.  I'm sure Thea will be blowing up your phone as soon as they arrive anyway."

 "Why not during," asked Cyrus with a mischievous grin.

Roderick cut his eyes toward Cyrus and chuckled, "I heard you and her talking about the mile high club.  Shit! Gabe and I both heard you and her."

"I'm sure Gabe was -."

"Excited as all get out," ended Roderick with a chuckle.  "You would have thought he'd just won the lottery the way he was acting."

Cyrus relaxed against the cream and black leather seats of the Jaguar XJ X351 and enjoyed the view as they sped toward North Point.  "Roderick are you ready to have children," asked Cyrus with a dreamy expression.

Roderick's expression quickly went from one of deep thought to one of appalled horror. "After dealing with Gabe and Thea's little terrors I think we could wait a few more years.  We're only 26 and 27, I think we have a few more years before we need to be having kids," ended Roderick thoughtfully.

Cyrus frowned as she stared out the window, "But don't you think if we wait too long our child will have issues being Castiel's beta?"  Cyrus turned to look at Roderick with a worried expression.  "Think of all the issues yours and Gabe's age gap caused."

Roderick's hands tightened on the steering wheel while he nodded, "You'd think four or five years wouldn't be considered that big of an age gap."

"You would, wouldn't you;" sighed Cyrus.  "I can't even imagine how it would feel to be called from university so that you can keep your Alpha and his chosen mate company."  Cyrus scowled, "Wait yes I can and plus it doesn't matter if you're ready."

"What's that supposed to mean?"  Roderick looked in his blind spot before he angled the car toward the off ramp that would take him through Old Dalton Row and into North Point.  As he slowed the vehicle as he drove to a red light he turn to look at Cyrus, "You didn't answer my question -."

"We're five month along you knuckle head," snapped Cyrus.

Roderick eyes flickered to her slightly rounded stomach before he gave her a drawn out shrug, "Oh I knew I just wanted to see how long you'd wait until you told me."

"Liar," frowned Cyrus crossing her arms over her chest.

Roderick lips raised into a crooked smile as he eased his foot on the gas and they continued driving.  A comfortable silence wrapped around him and Cyrus as they turned up Main Street and his mobile phone started to ring. Roderick stared at the panel that flashed the telephone number to one of the DuPont private jets before he pressed the answer button on the steering wheel.  "Are you going to make it early?"

"Beta Roderick," came the pilot's calm voice over the car's speakers.  "The jet has been tampered with can you tell me who was in charge of the final inspection and walk through?"

"Second *Epsilon* Philip Raine," responded Cyrus without hesitation, "he was in charge."

"I see," she responded without infliction.

"Sam," yelled Roderick fed up with the situation.  "What exactly is the situation and can you put some damn inflection into your voice!"

"Roderick this is Jordan," came a different voice.  "The jet is going down.  Sam believes the gas was all supposed to dump out at one time but the person that rigged it did it incorrectly so it slowly drizzled out."  Jordan took a deep breath, "It has been decided that we will decrease our altitude and jump since there's nowhere to land."

"And Thea," asked Cyrus almost hopping out of her seat with worry.

"Alpha Gabe said he'll carry her," responded Sam as if talking about the weather.  "We will be jumping in about four and a half minutes."

Deadpan Cyrus stared at the screen, "Are you serious?  Thea is going to freak out."

"Can you alert Ryan to this situation down at the Johansson Pack so that they can send someone to collect us," interrupted Sam.  "Also you may want to keep an eye out on Second Epsilon Philip."

Roderick was about to respond when the call was cut off.  "What in the hell is going on," growled Roderick as he pressed down harder on the gas pedal.  "Cyrus get William and Jasmine on the line and let them know what's going on."

Epsilon is the fifth letter in the Greek alphabet.  In Gabe's pack they decided to call the two head pack warriors by this so that they stand out above other warriors