Warnings: fluff, bad translations, speaking in other languages, swearing
"You got everything?" Noah asked as Vic threw the duffle bag onto her shoulder.
"Yup," she said.
"Toothbrush? Deodorant?" he asked.
She patted the front pocket. "Check, along with shampoo and conditioner."
"Clothes?" Stiles asked.
"I basically packed my entire wardrobe into this thing," she said, motioning to the suitcase at her side.
"Sketchbook?" Stiles asked.
She pointed to the bottom compartment. "Along with extra pencils."
"Knives?"
"At the Nemeton," she informed.
The two males both stared at her. "How come?" Stiles questioned.
She shrugged. "Didn't need them. But worse comes to worst, I have a few friends. I have everything else."
"What about your swimsuit?" Noah questioned.
"Don't have one to begin with," she told them.
"Right, we should go get one," Noah said.
"Dad, we have to get Mason and go to the airport," she protested. "We won't have time. You just don't want me to go."
"So I'm a little worried about my daughter, is that wrong?" he asked.
She smiled and walked over to her dad. She gave him a hug. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezed her slightly.
"I'll be okay," she whispered. She pulled away and smiled at him. "It's just my kids. No supernatural stuff. Just us on an island."
"In another country," Stiles added. "On the other side of the continent."
Vic shot him a look. He held his hands up in defense.
She looked back at her dad with a smile. "Come on, we gotta go get Mason."
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Vic sat herself down on the plane seat. She looked out the window beside her, watched the tarmac. Her hands went to her necklace, tried to calm herself down.
"You okay?" Mason asked.
She licked her lips and turned to her friend. She was glad she wasn't going alone. She was also glad when Mason's parents agreed to let him come.
"I've never been on a plane before," she admitted.
His brows furrowed in confusion. "Didn't you go to Brazil, Greece and Boston with the Dealers?"
She nodded. "Yeah, but we went on boats. Never planes. Then, it was a road trip back home with my old pack. I've never been on one before."
His eyes were dark, but comforting, familiar. "You'll be fine. I'm right here, okay?"
She nodded and took a breath. She looked down the aisle as the flight attendant began the safety demonstration. Then, they went to their places and the seatbelt light came on. Vic did up her seatbelt and gripped the armrest. Mason placed his hand over hers, drew small circles onto the side of her thumb with his.
It'll be alright, the wind promised. We'll make sure it's a smooth ride.
Thank you, she said.
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