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(updated 6 June)

Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a Fic Prompting Meme dedicated solely to the hilarious and oh-so-addictive BBC Radio 4 sitcom - Cabin Pressure. I'm aiming for this to be pretty anything goes - but in order for everything to run smoothly, there are a few guidelines. Don't worry - they're not too restrictive.


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tw: Martin, the secret drug addict


(Anonymous)
2012-02-28 04:12 am UTC (link)
The real reason why Martin is so destitute?

It's not because he isn't a paid pilot - he earns enough from his man-with-a-van to theoretically be able to lead a humble-but-comfortable life.

But every quid Martin earns goes directly towards fueling his drug addiction, which he's managed to keep a secret for years... until now.

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Re: tw: Martin, the secret drug addict


(Anonymous)
2012-02-28 09:52 pm UTC (link)
second.

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anon_e_moss: (Ben 2)

Flight Suits - Part 1


[personal profile] anon_e_moss
2012-03-27 05:19 pm UTC (link)

Author hijacking prompt because this crazy plot bunny REFUSED to go away all day.

This will get darker *Points to prompt* but we're completely in crack territory for part 1 ;-)


*** June 2008 ***

“Simon.”
“Martin. Where the hell are you?”
“The drop was covered.”
“What?!”
“There were police crawling all over it.”
“Martin, where’s the case?”
“With me. And I am fine too, thanks for asking. Oh God, they’re behind me.”
“Where are you?”
“Fitton Airfield.”
“Hold on, I’m...”
“No. Stay there.”
BEEEEP
“Martin...MARTIN!”

Suitcase in hand, Martin ran through the back alley of the airfield. He knew Fitton Airfield well. He had taken his CPLs here, finally passing three months ago only to find that no one was interested in a pilot who took two goes to pass his CPL, much less seven.
Even before that he had spent enough time playing on it as a child, watching the planes take off and dreaming of flying them, to be able to navigate the place blindfolded. But right now he was under a lot of pressure. All of Fitton’s finest and probably a couple of extra forces from Kettering amounts of pressure.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” He darted through the first door he came to, brain only half registering the sign.

MJN INTERVIEWS - TODAY
KEEP OUT

Underneath, written in blue crayon, it said

UNLESS YOU ARE HERE FOR THE INTERVIEW, IN WHICH CASE COME IN AND SIT DOWN AND DON’T TALK.

UNLESS YOU ARE IN THE INTERVIEW IN WHICH CASE TALK IF YOU ARE ASKED A QUESTION.

***

A very flustered Martin found himself looking at a very smiley young man with a coffee cup.
“Are you the four thirty?”
“What...”
“Are you here for the four thirty interview?” The smiley man with the coffee cup looked him up and down. “Only my Mum says that you shouldn’t go to an interview wearing jeans and trainers. I don’t think I should let you in to a Captain’s interview wearing jeans and trainers.”
“Look. I am not here for the interview. I am in here because the police are out there, looking for this.” Martin held up the suitcase. “Now to be perfectly I honest I couldn’t care...what did you say the interviews were for?”
“A new Captain for Mum’s airline. The old one got a job with Air England, which was always going to happen I suppose because he was brilliant. But I don’t like Air England anymore.”
“Arthur.” Came a female voice from the back room. “Is the four thirty here yet?”
At the same time, a heavy knocking on the door. “Police. Please open the door.”
“Just arrived Mum.” Arthur shouted, pushing Martin through the door.
“Um...”
The smiley man winked, or rather tried to, and then shut the door behind Martin.
“You’re wearing jeans.”
Martin swung round to face the interview panel, all one person. A woman who was maybe in her sixties, with a frown on her face and a red pen in her hand. “Oh well, at least you’re wearing clothes at all. A vast improvement on the eleven thirty five applicant. Take a seat.”

And Martin’s life changed forever.

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Re: Flight Suits - Part 1


[identity profile] greedslave.livejournal.com
2012-03-27 05:30 pm UTC (link)
I'm already hooked!
I'll wait patiently in the corner over there...

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anon_e_moss: (Ben 2)

Re: Flight Suits - Part 1


[personal profile] anon_e_moss
2012-03-27 05:33 pm UTC (link)
Only my mind would crossover Suits and Cabin Pressure.

Thanks for reading. I'm glad you like it :-)

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anon_e_moss: (Ben 2)

Flight Suits - Part 2


[personal profile] anon_e_moss
2012-03-29 08:29 pm UTC (link)
While I don't think anyone would ever use fanfic as an educational tool, I will point out for my own piece of mind that for the sake of angst and H/C I am going to be taking some huge...and I mean HUGE...dramatic licenses in terms of what is and isn't save practice when dealing with a drug addict. For serious addiction, a sudden detox (aka cold turkey) can harm the body, causing seizures and organ failure. See a doctor, not a coroner. Anyhow, enough with the infomercial. On with the fic.


***


Abu Dhabi


The cat had been a little worse for wear when they had taken it out of the hold, but it was alive. Unlike Martin's self esteem after Carolyn was through with him.


It had been gone midnight by the time that the airline Captain had licked his wounds and driven back to his flat, and Martin was now laid in bed discovering that yes it was actually possible to be too tired to sleep.


Just have a little bit. To calm down.


No. He closed his eyes tight. He had promised himself and Carolyn. It ended now. It ended two months ago. No more drugs, be is smuggling, dealing or using (Not that he had ever dealed). He was to have no more contact with 'that no good brother' Simon or Caitlin until they were clean. He was to be clean.


But the suitcase was under the bed. And it would only be a little bit. Hardly noteworthy.


Martin curled up onto his side, and buried his face in the pillow.



Boston


Six hours. He has been sat in federal custody for six hours. Then there had been Douglas's mocking, which was excruciating. And Arthur's being nice and giving him a toblorone, which was worse for some reason. And Carolyn was just angry. And shouted a lot throughout the flight back.


Martin was halfway through the process before he realised what he was doing. He carried on anyway. And that night he slept like a baby, and dreamed of clouds.


Carolyn would understand.



Fitton


He had a hangover. It helped



Helsinki


Kieren. Enough said.



Ipswich


He just wanted to forget how close they had come to losing it all. He could stop tomorrow.



Johannesburg


He was a useless failure, he knew that. Snatching defeat from the jaws lf victory thanks to a mislaid bottle and a BMW.


But he was in control. He could stop whenever he wanted to. He was just doing it to calm down. He wanted it. It wasn't a need. He could stop tomorrow.



Kuala Lumpur


He didn't know what hurt more, finding the entrance to the Hose and Hydrant, or seeing Douglas and Carolyn on the other side.


Two hours later he didn't care.



Qikiqtarjuaq


"Simon?"

"You're out again?"

"Please. I need..."

"Full price this time, Martin. I know you're family, but I have a business to run here."

"Okay."

He wasn't that hungry today. He didn't need to buy food. This was the last time though. He could stop tomorrow.



Ottery St Mary


The day that Arthur and Douglas found the case.

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Re: Flight Suits - Part 2


[personal profile] kenizz
2012-03-29 08:43 pm UTC (link)
Oh, martin... :(
Great fill :)

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anon_e_moss: (Ben 2)

Re: Flight Suits - Part 2


[personal profile] anon_e_moss
2012-03-29 09:00 pm UTC (link)
Thanks :-)

Bad news is it's probably going to be after Easter before I can post the next part :-( Sorry.

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kenizz: orange benedict (pic#2379912)

Re: Flight Suits - Part 2


[personal profile] kenizz
2012-03-29 09:11 pm UTC (link)
*sets up tent and unrolls sleeping bag*
I guess I'll just have to wait :)

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Re: Flight Suits - Part 2


(Anonymous)
2012-03-30 08:44 am UTC (link)
Ah! That is super clever, the way you did the episodes! Awesome.

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Re: Flight Suits - Part 2


(Anonymous)
2012-04-05 02:41 pm UTC (link)
The noise I made when I found this! and then several after when I read this! Love, am currently defining the word "camp"

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Re: Flight Suits - Part 2


(Anonymous)
2012-04-25 08:11 pm UTC (link)
will there be more?! i book marked this ages ago and i want more so badly!

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anon_e_moss: (Ben 2)

Re: Flight Suits - Part 2


[personal profile] anon_e_moss
2012-04-25 11:47 pm UTC (link)
There will be more. It is top of my fandom to do list, and I am hoping to have another chapter out by the weekend.

Thanks for asking. It's good for motivation (read kick to the rear) of the Muse knowing that people are waiting at the other end :)

Luv Lazy McLazyBones

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anon_e_moss: (Ben 2)

Flight Suits - Mini Chapter


[personal profile] anon_e_moss
2012-04-28 09:05 pm UTC (link)
Mini "while you wait" chapter. Been so busy lately that when I do have time to write, like tonight, I am often too tired to give it the thought it deserves. Sorry for keeping you all waiting :-(

What hurt the most wasn't the way that Douglas looked away, eyes drifting from the open case on the bed to the floor, to the wall, to anywhere but his Captain. It wasn't the way he bit his bottom lip, sighed, ran a hand through his hair, started a sentence "Mar..." and then fell silent, the word dying unspoken on his lips.

What hurt the most wasn't the war of emotions that ran across Douglas's face, hurt, anger, shock, pity, disappointment, and back to hurt. 

No. What hurt the most was the way Arthur turned to him and, in a voice that was quiet, childlike but otherwise completely unlike Arthur's voice, said "But why, Skip?"

And for the first time Martin realised that he didn't know why. He knew what, drugs. He knew who, Simon. And how. And when. But not why.

Why because Simon was. Why because it helped him to sleep. To forget. To feel better, to feel worse. It gave him release. It gave him focus. And he was in control of this. He could stop at anytime. He wanted drugs. He didn't need them.

But he didn't know why he wanted them. Not really. Not in a way that he could put into words for Arthur.

It was Arthur who picked up the suitcase. "I don't think you should keep this, Skip. I'll get rid of it." He started for the bathroom.

"No." Martin tried to get between the younger man and the door, but that was the point that his ankle reminded the captain that it was sprained, and only Douglas's quick thinking stopped Martin from landing hard on the floor. They sat there, Martin's back against Douglas's chest, as the toilet flushed in the other room. Flushed away the drugs.

And Martin could feel the craving. It burned him, it physically hurt. His entire thought process screamed. He wanted the drugs. He couldn't go on.

Arthur came back in, leaving the empty suitcase on the bed before sitting on the floor in front of them. "Drugs are bad for you, Skip. You know that."

"I'm careful. I know the amounts. It helps me sleep. I don't have a problem, I just need..." Martin sat back against Douglas. "I need them to sleep."

"No you don't." Douglas said, his voice low as he spoke for the first time since the case was opened.

"I need them."

He needed them. And now, thanks to Arthur and Douglas, they were gone and he had nothing with which to buy more.

He had nothing.

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Re: Flight Suits - Mini Chapter


(Anonymous)
2012-04-29 11:08 am UTC (link)
Oh, Martin, you stupid, stupid boy... :(

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anon_e_moss: (Ben 2)

Flight Suits - Part 3


[personal profile] anon_e_moss
2012-05-10 08:06 pm UTC (link)
Martin was having a heart attack. Either that or his chest has tightened under his loose t-shirt. Either way something was making the simple effort of breathing herculean.

“I asked you a question?”

“What?” Martin wasn’t even all that sure who was speaking.

“Martin. Maybe we should take you to a Doctor.”

“No.” No Doctors. No Police. No nothing that could get Simon into trouble. He owed Simon. And Simon was family. “I just...I’m fine. Fine.”

“Fine?”

“Yes. Fine.”

“Count down backwards from ten.”

“Ten. Nine...Seven.”

“Martin, you can barely keep your eyes open. You’re shaking like a leaf and the light is clearly bothering you.” It was Douglas, he could see that now. Sort of. Arthur never called him Martin, so it must have been Douglas.

“Head hurts.”

“And why do you think that is?” Douglas said without a shred of sympathy.

“Just leave me alone. It’s none of your business.” Martin stood, wavering slightly. “Where am I?”

“The living room of my house, where you have been for the last three days.”

“Three...no. No it’s only been...what!” Martin stepped back, and stumbled back into a heaped sitting position on the sofa. “What. Stop, just stop. Leave me alone.”

“As much as I would love to let you wallow in the privacy of your own thoughts, I am afraid that I feel rather obligated to stay here. Seeing as the last time I left you alone you wandered outside in search of a ‘quick fix’.”

“You have no right to keep me here.”

“Well pardon me for being a friend.”

“Friend.” Martin spat out the word as he crossed his arms. “We are many things, Douglas Richardson, but we are not friends.”

Martin was looking away from Douglas, and so couldn’t see the look of honest hurt that crossed his face. He did, however, hear the door into the living room slowly click shut.

Finally, some peace.


Douglas Richardson prided himself on his complete lack of temper. He never got angry, or even mildly emotional. He was always a bastion of calm.

So the fact that he had just thrown a glass into the wall and smashed it really was saying something about how generally un-Douglas like he was feeling at that moment.

It had been three days, and trust Captain Martin Creiff to be pedantic about his drug withdrawal symptom. Right now anxiety was mixing with a headache, poor concentration and depression. Yesterday it had been insomnia and irritability (One may have led to the other) and the day before it had been a restless attempt to open the locked window in the front room, followed by occupying his mind by rearranging Douglas’s DVD collection to alphabetical order by second billed star’s surname.

And to top it all, his heart was thumping so hard that you could practically see the pulse in his neck.
A part of Douglas knew that he should call a Doctor, but Martin had begged him not to during his more lucid moments. He might lose his pilots licence. He might go to prison. He might never be able to speak to his family again. Douglas wondered if that was a good thing, but he also kept his word not to tell a Doctor unless it became life and death. He had Martin’s trust, evident when the other man had agreed to come home after “attempt to find source of drugs” number three. Douglas had promised to help him to recover, and he was if nothing else a man of his word when it mattered.

But Martin was making it very difficult. And three days in, Douglas was feeling his resolve crack.

Five minutes later, he heard a thud.


Arthur was experiencing ennui for the first time in his life. He was neither happy nor particularly sad, because Arthur was very good at not being sad, but he was finding it very hard to be happy. So he existed in a state of general not happyness, sat cross legged on the sofa with Snoopadoop asleep in his lap, trying to figure out how to fix the world.

Arthur felt that he could understand addiction. When he had been a child his Father had given him an old Nintendo to play on, and he had played it so much that his Mother started insisting that he go out to play for at least two hours every day, and those two hours were a torture spent sitting in a tree, waiting for the time when he could play Super Mario Brothers again. After six months Carolyn had put the Nintendo in a charity shop and it was Arthur’s earliest memory of crying.

It was completely different to what Skip was going through, Douglas had said, but Arthur disagreed. In many ways, it was exactly the same. The thing that made him happy was gone, and now Skip missed the happiness and wanted it back.

“We need to give him something new.” Arthur said to the sleeping Snoopadoop. “But what makes Skip happy.”

Less than a second later, and Arthur wondered why he had bothered asking himself the question.

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Re: Flight Suits - Part 3


(Anonymous)
2012-05-10 08:17 pm UTC (link)
Oh, Arthur, how can you be so sweet and so very naive and yet possibly, in some small way, still sort of right?

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Re: Flight Suits - Part 3


[identity profile] lunard136.livejournal.com
2012-05-14 01:51 am UTC (link)
lol, suspense: what can make Martin happy? Hmmm... LOL
Liking this very much so far!

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