Fear of Flying

By Miss Meehan

Published on Mar 10, 2006

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This story is based on a discussion on another website about Patrick Flueger's strange behavior on a Today Show interview with costar Joel Gretsch. The interview was real, everything else, I made up.

Joel watched the young man next to him fidget with the window buttons rolling them up and down in their shared cab to the Vancouver Airport.

"Nervous?" Joel asked, as he watched his young costar tap his foot nervously.

"A little," Patrick offered with a forlorn smile.

"About the interview or flying?"

"Both," Patrick answered. "I hate to fly."

"Wanna grab a drink at the airport. It will settle your nerves."

Joel patted his costars leg and let his hand linger as he looked out towards the approaching airport.

Three scotches later and the slim blond was less antsy and ready to board the plane. Joel could sense the fear creeping up on the young man who was twenty years his junior. Despite the age difference they had plenty in common. Joel kept the young blond's mind occupied by talking of their mutual home state Minnesota and being December babies. Both men joked about getting cheated out of birthday presents being born so close to Christmas.

It was time for take off and while Joel had been successful with his distraction techniques before departure, a few sideway glances revealed absolute panic from his younger costar as the flight attendants began to demonstrate safety procedures. Joel reached over and grasped the slim blond's hand. Grateful blue eyes looked into green ones and squeezed the offered hand. The older man leaned over and promised another drink for the young man after take off.

The two held hands until the plane was at cruising altitude. Patrick slid his hand out from his co star's, slightly embarrassed for being such a coward. Joel asked for scotch and soda for both of them. They sipped their drinks and speculated on their new show's success and the possibitlity of it being picked up for another season. When the flight attendant came back around to see if they needed something else, Patrick was out like a light, blond head resting on the older man's shoulder. Joel hoped the young man would sleep for the entire thirteen hour trip, but turbulence saw to it that he didn't. Not thinking, the older man offered his young costar a sleeping pill which he chased down with the remaining scotch before the flight attendants made there rounds, stowing everything away for the bumpy flight. By the time they did land, the poor boy was completely out of it.

Joel tried the coffee thing as the made their way out of the airport for their early morning interview. All it did was seem to make Patrick jittery. He was extremely animated in the cab and Joel made sure he got another cup before they went on air but it was to no avail. Patrick was out of control. He kept fidgeting with his sneakers and became easily distracted by the crew working around them. He even lost his train of thought while answering a question. Joel tried his best to cover for the younger man feeling embarrassed for him. It wasn't until they were out of the studio and heading for their hotel that Patrick seemed to sober up. He collapsed against Joel's chest mortified at his performance on the morning talk show.

"They probably think I'm on crack or something," he moaned in embarrassment.

Joel carded his fingers through the silky blond hair of his costar and tried to reassure him.

"Nah, they probably just thought you were nervous. After all it was your first big interview."

"I'm such a jerk. I tried to focus but I couldn't."

"Hey, it's my fault. I shouldn't have let you drink so much and take that pill."

"I hope nobody from the show was watching. They'll probably fire me."

Joel drew his costar closer and kissed his hair. "It will be alright, I promise. If anyone gives you any flack, let me know. I'll cover for you."

Patrick looked up into the older man's green eyes. "Thanks," he smiled half-heartedly.

"My pleasure," Joel replied. He would have kissed the boy right then and there but he caught the cabdrivers eyes watching them through his rear view mirror.

"C'mon, pull yourself together. We're almost there."

Minutes later, both men were settling into their respective rooms at the New York Hilton. They were scheduled for another interview the next morning, so they had the rest of the day to relax and recuperate from their trip. Joel was thankful their rooms were adjacent to each other. After the mornings fiasco, he thought it best to keep an eye on his costar. He stepped out of his room and next door to where Patrick was staying.

"Pat," he called, rapping on the door lightly.

He almost panicked when the door creaked open slightly.

"Pat?" He called again, stepping cautiously into the room.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting to find, but what he did find caused a slight stirring in places he didn't care to think about. Sprawled out across the width of the bed was the young blond, stripped down to his boxer briefs and shirtless. He was passed out and snoring lightly. Joel shook his head and smiled, easing the door closed behind him and stepping carefully over to the bed. He leaned down and grasping the boy by the waist, tried to drag Patrick's body up the bed so that he was laying lengthwise. Instead, the younger man wrapped his arms around Joel's shoulder's and pulled him down on top of him, clutching on to him like a teddy bear. He let out a soft moan and pulled Joel down even tighter.

His costar would have laughed at how ridiculous the situation was if it wasn't for how hard he was getting being held firm against the lean warm body. He also feared the young man would wake suddenly to find him sprawled out on top of him. Joel managed to reach up and pull Patrick's arms apart, pinning them on either side of his head. He was just about to release the boy and leave well enough alone when he found himself staring into fearful blue orbs. Instinctively, Joel clasped his hand over the younger man's mouth for fear he would scream. This only caused the younger man to panic more.

Patrick's arms were flailing and he was screaming against the hand that gagged him.

"Hey, hey – calm down. I was just – I was trying to tuck you in."

Patrick's movements slowed and Joel cautiously removed his hand from the younger man's mouth. He could tell his costar was still disoriented and confused.

"Ssh, easy. Your door was open and I was trying to make you more comfortable."

Joel watched the glint of recognition in his co star's eyes. His breathing steady as he stared up at the man.

"I'm sorry," Pat choked out. "I thought you were," he let the sentence die and struggled to sit up.

Joel back off the bed giving his colleague some space.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," he offered, crouching down in front of the other man.

"Sorry I freaked out. I didn't know what was happening."

Patrick barely glanced at the man stooping in front of him.

"This has been a pretty crappy trip for you so far; hasn't it," Joel smiled.

Finally Patrick met the older man's gaze and nodded.

"Tell you what," Joel began, placing a hand on the younger man's thigh, " You get some sleep and later I'll treat you to dinner. Deal?"

"Deal," Patrick answered, finally relaxing.

Joel stood, stretching out his legs which were beginning to cramp. "I'll call you in a couple of hours to wake you."

"Thanks," Patrick yawned, already beginning to feel sleepy again.

Joel was almost out the door when he heard his costar mutter sleepily, "If I'd known it was you, I wouldn't have struggled."

The older blond turned back to see the boy curled up hugging his pillow. His eyes were closed and a blissful smile graced his face. Joel shook the voice that dared him to go back and exited the room silently. Leaning against door he shut his eyes tight and tried to convince himself that the words he heard were that of a drunken man and nothing more. Still, as he entered his own room and lay across his own bed, sleep would not come. He checked his watch. Even if they had an early dinner, it would still be hours before he was with the man again.

"Go to sleep Joel," he sighed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to occupy his mind with anything but the words of the boy who was twenty years his junior..

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