Mark hated flying. He hated heights. He hated airplanes, helicopters, handgliding, parashooting, ferris wheels, roller coasters, rock climbing, tree climbing, skyscrapers, double decker buses, but most of all, he hated falling. The feeling of gravity pulling you down to your death, and you're helpless to do anything about it. You just fall and fall and wait and wait until you close your eyes, and when you open them again, everything becomes white with fluffy clouds or whatever heaven looks like.

But today was an exception. Today had to be an exception, Mark thought, for Jack.

"Hey hun, you okay? You're looking a little pale?" Jack asked as he sat down next to his Husband in the second seat away from the window of the plane.

"Huh? Oh, yeah just, a little nervous."

"Nervous? About what? Flying? Heights? The plane food?" Jack joked.

"Falling." Mark answered bluntly. Which wiped Jacks grin off and made him take Mark's hand.

"Mark, I promise, nothing bad is going to happen. Turbulence is necessary and it may shake and rattle about a bit. But it's nothing, really. It's meant to happen. Trust me." Jack comforted.

Mark then turned to Jack and gave him a sad but thankful smile, only his shining brown eyes betraying his fear.

"I trust you Jack. I trust you."

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"EVERYBODY FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS AND GET INTO THE CRASH RECOVERY POSITION AS INSTRUCTED BY THE DIAGRAMS ON THE BACK OF YOUR SEATS!" The pilot called out as he tried desperately to regain control of the plane. But to no avail, the storm was too strong, the power to the plane was cut, and the engines had all but blown out. The plane was falling, and it wouldn't stop until it crashed.

Mark clung to Jack as if his life depended on it. And in this moment, it did. But no amount of love or comfort or sacrifice could save them this time. Not now. Not anyone.

Tears streamed down both of their faces despite Jack having his eye's closed, as they listened to the pained and panicked screams of the other passengers. The stern voices of Fathers. The loving whispers of Mothers. The desperate cries of the children. Even the silence of the elderly, who accepted that their time had come, was heartbreaking.

Mark looked down at Jack and knew that if he found at least some comfort, then they could block out everything else and end in peace. He had to be brave this time. No fear of falling, though he could feel it, he had to be brave. For Jack.

"Jack? Jack look at me."

Jack slowly opened his eye's and turned his trembling head to look at his Husband.

"It's gonna be alright okay? I promise. You just keep looking at me." He said as he took of his glasses and threw them aside. "You look in my eyes, and I'll look in yours, and this moment, it's just us. There's nobody else. There's no plane. No storm. No sound. No fear. Just you. And me. And it's gonna be fine because it's just us. Trust me. Okay? Do you, Jack? Do you trust me?"

"I...I, I trust you, Mark." Jack stuttered, but smiling and looking deep into Mark's eye's. It was going to be fine. Everything would be alright. As long as they had eachother, and were there, in that moment, together.

"I trust y-"