Sanders Sides One Shots

Bermuda Triangle (Logicality)

Human AU

*Patton's POV*

I just wanted to have a normal flight back to Florida.

I was just about to walk back from the bathroom when I heard a thump from the cockpit. And then another, but not before a sort of gagging sound. My face paled as I turned back around. It was the middle of the night, and everyone on the plane was sleeping or half asleep. Nobody would notice if I... went to check on things?

I shakily opened the door and nearly shut it again. The pilot and co-pilot were on the ground (hopefully just unconscious) and the plane was left unattended. I vaguely remembered taking a flight lesson back in high school for some reason. Maybe it was for a field trip.

I don't remember at this point. At this point, I'm panicked. I couldn't just let all these people die! And I don't believe I can fly a plane well, much less know the route we're taking. The most I could do is try.

Out the front window was a whole bunch of ocean. If I squinted, I maybe could see the coast of Florida. To the left looks to be Puerto Rico. My face paled. We were in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle.

Maybe I can make an announcement. Maybe someone else will know how to fly a plane better than I do. My chances were slim, given the extremely specific situation. I close the door behind me as I gently move the pilot's unconscious body out of the way so so don't step on him.

"Sorry, uh, I've never moved an unconscious body before. Don't plan to again, but, um, hopefully we all won't die?" I shakily whispered to the pilot and into the silence of the cockpit.

I crouched next to the pilots body. He pilot wasn't too thin, but he wasn't dangerously obese. He had slight stubble on his chins. Even though he still had his hat on, I could tell his hair was a gray blonde. His eyes were most likely blue or green, seeing as he looked British and was probably from Britain.

I gently took the headset from the pilot's head, adjusted it a bit, and placed it on my own head. I fiddled with it until it felt right. It took a while to think of what to say. I didn't even think I could speak without my voice shaking, and I was never one for being formal. With shaky hands, I turn on the headset.

"Guys, gals, and non-binary pals, this is your Captain speaking. Well, not really. The Pilot's unconscious, hopefully, and I meant Pilot, not Captain. But I know how to fly a plane, I think! Anyway, please fasten your seatbelts, because the Bermuda Triangle does NOT mess around! Haha..." I raise my hand to turn off the headset, but decide against it. "Oh, uh, if anyone happens to actually know how to fly a... Boeing 737-300...? I'd appreciate it if you'd go to the cockpit and help me out? Thanks!"

*Logan's POV*

I was re-reading The Murder of Roger Ackroyd for approximately the 73rd time, when, for some unknown reason, I looked up to see a  familiar looking young man about my age. He was wearing a turquoise shirt, a gray cardigan, khakis, and glasses. He'd just stepped out of the bathroom, and was stepping into the cockpit.

I waved away any suspicion of terrorism. Airports were very secure these days, and they wouldn't let that happen. I went back to reading before an announcement came on.

"Guys, gals, and non-binary pals, this is your Captain speaking. Well, not really. The Pilot's unconscious, hopefully, and I meant Pilot, not Captain. But I know how to fly a plane, I think! Anyway, please fasten your seatbelts, because the Bermuda Triangle does NOT mess around! Haha..." There was a brief pause. I started to get up with a frown on my face. This wasn't supposed to happen. "Oh, uh, if anyone happens to actually know how to fly a... Boeing 737-300...? I'd appreciate it if you'd go to the cockpit and help me out? Thanks!"