Jily oneshots

Takeoff's the Best Part

done by Annu B on fanfiction.net

Detective Lily Evans made it policy to get to her flights with plenty of time to spare. As such, her boarding was always stress-free and timely. Flight 831 to London was no exception. Every step of boarding passed without a hitch, depositing her in the plane with a relaxed smile on her face and a friendly greeting for the flight attendants. She made her way to her seat in Row 7 and sat quickly to get out of the aisle and help others sit faster.

Her green eyes and dark red hair both reflected the sunlight coming in the window. Lily sighed a little. She'd miss the sun in England. But, she brightened, it was home, and she'd get to see her best friend and partner, Alice Prewett, again. Besides, she had missed working on her cases, solving murders and catching criminals with Alice. The two of them were the best homicide detectives in the city.

Going to Greece for her sister's wedding to the most boring of boring men wasn't her idea of fun anyway. Destination weddings were only fun in principle. The wedding had by far been the worst part of the trip. The scant moments where she had time to explore Greece on her own were the memories she would remember fondly. She would try her best to suppress memories of her sister shrieking about the improper ironing of tablecloths.

Boarding was finishing up, but the two seats next to Lily were still empty. Maybe she'd get lucky and have the whole row to herself. The flight wasn't all that full.

Ten minutes later, the seats were still empty, and boarding was finishing up.

"Excuse me?" Lily looked up at a man of about her age, with ridiculously messy black hair and bright hazel eyes behind glasses. "I think that's my seat you've got there, red." Lily frowned.

"No, this is my seat. 7C." The man grinned, glancing at the boarding pass in his hand.

"I'm 7A. And the seat you're in is 7A, not 7C."

"It's 7C. I booked a window seat, I'm sure of it." Lily always booked window seats. She loved flying and always wanted to look out the window.

"Well, red, that might be true, but you're still in my seat," he replied as he put his duffel bag into the overhead compartment.

"Look, no, this is my seat. It's 7C, so it's mine." Lily stood up and stepped into the aisle to look at the seat labels on the overhead compartment. "See, the window seat is 7...A." A bright red flush crept into her cheeks. "Oh."

The man grinned at her.

"Yeah."

"I'm… I'm so sorry. I thought… I usually book window seats, because I like them, so I just assumed… that was rude of me. I'm so sorry." The man chuckled.

"It's alright, red. If you like the window seat so much, take it. I'll take yours."

"Oh, no, I couldn't. It's your seat, I wouldn't want to put you out."

"It's fine. I couldn't care less if my seat is by the window. Take it." He motioned her back into their row. She smiled.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure, red." He sat in her aisle seat and stretched his legs out in front of him as he buckled up.

"It's Lily. Lily Evans."

"James Potter." He offered her his hand and they shook. His hand was large and calloused. "So what's a lovely English lady doing in Greece?"

"My sister had her wedding here."

"Sounds fun."

"In theory it does, doesn't it?" James Potter grinned.

"Not fun?"