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UnBroken	By : OddDoll Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6172 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Unbroken
Chapter 13
By Odd Doll
"What we need is a distraction," Sylvester said. He wiped the foggy windshield with a paper napkin and peered through the drizzling rain at the hangar just beyond the parking lot. During the hours they slept the sky had turned gray and rain accompanied them all the way to the airport.
"It's just too open out there," she said for the third time since they arrived.
The plane sat on the tarmac, just in front of the small shack that served as a terminal building for international private flights. A tall chain link fence, topped with razor wire, separated the tarmac from a parking lot that stretched for acres. On the other side of the fence were more acres of open tarmac.
She looked out at the wet pavement between the Mustang and the fence. There wasn't a bit of shelter to keep Muggles from seeing her Apparate to and from the plane with Severus. The little tin-roofed terminal building had only a small shelter over the doorway, and while that provided some cover, anyone inside would see her. She tried to recall the layout of the interior from the few times she had flown in and out of Plymouth. Double glass doors to the parking lot, a lobby with a tile floor, a long counter that went the length of the room, and two more double doors to the tarmac.
They both cast worried glances at Severus, who slept soundly in the back seat.
"Come on," Phoebe said, taking charge. "We've dithered long enough. Keep a watch on the plane. When you see me board, get him out of the car and wait for me."
"What if someone sees you?"
"People see what they expect to see. They'll just blink and think they're imagining things. If not..." She shrugged. "I don't have time for anything better."
Phoebe took a moment to transfigure her purchases into an Oxford English Dictionary, bags of good English tea, and bottles of anti-gas remedy, diarrhea treatments, and antacid. She didn't have to explain them, only prove that they couldn't be used to hijack the plane. Her wand went into hidden pocket in her purse, sealed with an anti-Muggle charm. She had never failed to pass security with it.
"I should have a plan," she muttered to herself, "and not be making this up as I go along."
"Should I come in with you?"
"No. The fewer people who see us together, the better. Back in a few."
Inside, the tiny terminal was not as quiet as it had seemed. What could not be seen from the Mustang were the two men and one woman arguing with the clerk of a charter service regarding the occupant of an over-sized animal crate that rested by their feet. All three were short, stocky, and swarthy, and dressed in heavy woolen coats. The woman was the shortest of the three by a good six inches, but the most dominating, with hennaed hair and a purple scarf. She waged their side of the argument in a thick contralto.
"It eez not livestock." She shook her fist at the crate. "He eez my pet."
"Madam, if it is not a dog, cat, or the type of bird one normally keeps as pets, I cannot allow it in the passenger area. And besides, that crate is much too large," the clerk said with a trace of tightly reined frustration, as if the argument had been circling for some time. "I have a list, and that beast is not on it."
The three would-be passengers erupted into cries of indignation, prompting the occupant of the crate to burst into a chorus of squawks and...gobbles? Phoebe bent over and peeked into the grate that covered the opening. The beast was a full-grown turkey. Pet, my ass. She wondered why it was so important to keep the animal in the passenger area.
She waited for her pilots with as much patience as she could muster. Her flight was scheduled to leave in fifteen minutes. She would need time between boarding and take-off to get Severus into the plane. Apparating into a moving airplane... She didn't even want to think about it.
Unable to bear the argument any longer without resorting to hexes, Phoebe walked to the end of the room, where a man in a dark gray security uniform stood behind the counter and watched the proceedings with undisguised amusement.
She gave the guard her sweetest smile. "Are you the one who gets to do the cavity search on that bird?"
"They don't pay me enough." He shot a calculating look at the crate, which was now emitting husky squawks. "Although, I wouldn't object to filling his cavity with some chestnut stuffing."
"So, what will you do with him, assuming they manage to get him aboard?"
"Take him over to the main terminal and have him x-rayed."
"Do you think they're smuggling something?" She asked half in jest.
He smirked. "Yes. A turkey."
Phoebe laughed and then got down to business. She pointed toward the glass doors. "My plane is right out there, and I assume my pilots are in it. Could you contact them for me, and let them know I'm waiting?"
"One moment." He picked up a microphone connected to an aging black radio. "I'll need to see your passport." He spoke to the pilots and turned back to Phoebe. "One of them is on his way. Walk through the metal detectors while I look at your bags."
He took her passport and entered the number in a computer that rested on the counter at his side.
"Hmm, you've not been well, have you?" the guard said tactlessly after viewing the contents of her shopping bag. "I just need to check these."
Phoebe felt the blood rush from her head and settle around her knees, which wanted to collapse beneath her. She had transfigured the bottles but not the contents. The herbals looked like tea, pretty much, and the dictionary was a dictionary through and through. Books have a tendency to flop open, so she had been careful about its transfiguration.
The guard removed all the medicines from the shopping bag, including the Muggle ones, and lined them up on the counter, while Phoebe did some desperate thinking. She didn't want to tamper with the medicines. Severus must have doses of the antibiotics every four hours, and they needed to be at full potency.
At first she thought she was off the hook. The guard passed a hand-held metal detector over the bottles. Stop now. Stop now! But he picked up a bottle of antacid. Phoebe would have no choice but to talk her way out of the situation.
"What in the blazes is this?" the guard asked. "Green? I've never seen it in that color before."
"It's supposed to be some new formula. Tastes bloody awful, if you ask me, and it didn't seem to work much better than the old stuff."
The door opened and her senior pilot entered with a rush of cold, damp air that smelled of wet pavement. "Ms. Baher, how nice to see you," he said with a touch of sarcasm.
"Tom, I'm so sorry about all the problems over the last few days. I've had a really rough time."
"You look it." He glanced at the array of medicines lining the counter. The guard was just about to uncap the Kaopectate. "Is that really necessary? I thought you folks were more worried about smuggling drugs into the country, rather than out."
The guard sighed a little and put down the bottle. "I suppose." He swept the bottles into the bag and handed it to Phoebe over the counter. "Have a good flight, Ms. Baher."
She muttered a thank you and turned to Tom. "Are we ready to go?"
"Yes, ma'am." He held the door open for her.
"Is the galley stocked?"
"Yes, ma'am. There's a six-pack of Sam Adams in there, too."
"Wonderful. You're a peach, Tom." They climbed to the plane. As Tom went forward to the cockpit, she called out, "I'm going to be in the rear cabin for most of the trip. I haven't had a lot of sleep lately, so please don't bother me, okay?"
"Roger." He disappeared into the cockpit and shut the door behind him.
Phoebe almost ran to the cabin, locked it hastily, and Apparated to a spot right in front of Sylvester's car, who yelped at her sudden appearance.
"Sheesh," he said. "That must be darn useful." He reached for the door. "You were awful quick. I didn't have time to get him out."
"That's okay, but we have to hurry. The plane is ready to go. They'll start taxiing any minute."
She went around to the passenger side and found Severus lying against the door. She had to grab his shoulder to keep him from falling out onto the pavement. His weight fell against her shoulder as she knelt on the running board.
"Severus." She placed her hand alongside his face and rolled his head so she could look at him.
"Please don't leave me. I don't want to be alone any more."
Her heart lurched. "No, of course not. I'm taking you home now. You must be very quiet for a while, okay?"
"No talking during my lectures. Thirty points from Gryffindor, Mr. Weasley."
"Right." An absurd thought flitted through her mind: American schools must be patterned after Hogwarts, because he sounded just like one of her old professors.
"He's really out of it," she whispered to Sylvester, who stood behind her. "It must be the pain potion."
"Do you need help?"
"Just keep an eye out." She turned around to look at him. "Thanks for everything, Sylvester. I don't know how I would have managed without you." He blushed and she stood to give him a one-armed hug, the other arm still holding Severus up. "I'm going to keep your number. If he decides to get back into the fight, I'll have him contact you. Actually, I might just contact you to see how things are going. All right?"
"Please do. Let me know how things go for you as well.
"Do one thing for me, though?"
"What is that?"
"If you stay in the spy business, get a less conspicuous car."
He laughed and moved back as she made Severus invisible and eased him out of the car. His long frame remained bent into a seated position, and she had to stretch out his legs.
Feeling the rain on his face, he opened his eyes and squinted at her. The car was between them and the building, so she knelt down to talk to him. "Severus, do you understand what is happening?"
"Are you levitating me?" he asked with a touch of sullen suspicion.
"No, of course not. I would never do that." Yet. Dominatrices really do make the best actresses. "I've found you a nice soft bed, but you must close your eyes and be very quiet."
She rolled her eyes at Sylvester and gave him another quick hug. "Take care."
"You, too." She thought she detected a bit of hoarseness in his voice.
She nodded and Disapparated, holding Severus against her side.
The rear cabin housed four berths that folded down from the hull. They were not the most comfortable, but they beat sleeping sitting up or on the floor.
Phoebe removed the invisibility charm before she levitated Severus into a berth and knelt by his side to strap him.
"Did you just levitate me?" His tone expressed curiosity more than anything else.
"Shhh. We're on board the plane now. The pilots probably won't hear you over the engine noise, but you should be quiet just in case. How are you feeling?"
"Did you just levitate me?"
"How else did you expect me to get you in bed all by myself?" she said, exasperated. "The pain potion is wearing off, isn't it? You don't seem as looped as you were."
"Johnson's has a bit of laudanum in it, which explains why the ceiling is drifting in circles. Not so much next time." He had insisted upon knowing the name of every item she purchased at the apothecary. "The numbing spell is gone, but it doesn't hurt as much as before."
"I need to get into a seat and strapped in. We should take off very soon, and I don't want the pilots in here looking for me. Can you wait for about a half hour before I see to your needs?"
"Yes. Thank you." He said it stiffly, as if the words had been in cold storage for some time. She supposed they had.
As soon as the pilots gave her leave to roam the cabin, she raided the galley for things that both she and Severus could eat.
She knelt by his side. "Do you like yogurt, Severus?"
"I'm not sure I should eat right now, but I am thirsty."
She had found straws in the galley and helped him lift his head to sip water. "Your reserves are pretty low. I think you should have something.
"Juice? Broth?"
"I've got juice." She helped him drink until he could take no more.
"It's time for your medicine. How much painkiller do you want?"
"Half."
When she could think of nothing else, she rose, saying, "Sweet dreams."
He blinked several times and frowned. "Phoebe..."
"Yes?"
"Is there a loo behind that door?"
Phoebe cringed. Sylvester had handled this problem. "Can you stand?"
"I don't know."
She looked at him, keeping both discomfort and pity from her face. "I guess we'll find out."
Phoebe saw to his needs with as little fuss as possible, but she had to stand at his side, supporting him, as he relieved himself. After he was settled in his bunk, she lay in the opposite bunk, tears streaming down her face, and reflected that worst part had been his complete acceptance of the indignities he faced. His pride was utterly broken.
End of Part I
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