A Pilot's Golden Rule: Protect Saber
Whumptober 2022 (@whumptober)
No. 12 WHAT COULD GO WRONG
“Mayday, mayday!” | Cave In | Rusty Nail
No. 14 DIE A HERO OR LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME A VILLAIN
Desperate Measures | Failed Escape | “I’ll be right behind you.”
Next: A Saber Without Her Pilot
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This is definitely set later in their story, so please don't get mad at me <3
CW: Set in the BBU (There is really no mentions of it, but the story is set in that universe), plane troubles, angst, emotional whump
What started off as a beautiful and sunny day has now turned into a pilot’s worst nightmare: a terrible storm at night with slight hail. But Lukas isn’t concerned at least one bit. He’s smiling over at Saber, who has her arms crossed over her chest while staring out of the plane with an uneasiness that Lukas can sense. “Saaaaaaaber, don’t worry a single bit. This plane is an engineering marvel and is going to get us to where we need to go. Come on, look at me. Who’s the best pilot in the world?” He asks in a sing song voice, nudging her playfully.
Saber rolls her eyes and stifles back a laugh, her beautiful eyes a nice contrast to the hellish weather outside the safety of the plane. “Hands down it’s Timmy the Pilot Pillow, Lukas. He’s always there to get us out of your messes.”
“My messes??? Saber, I feel so attacked right now,” he scoffs, a hand on his chest feigning offense. “How dare you think Timmy is better than me? I can get us through anything. I am a magic pilot.” He grabs the control wheel with both hands, attempting to get the plane through the latest turbulence moment. The sound of hail striking the plane’s wings and windows begin to worry Lukas, but he will do whatever it takes to not let Saber know it.
This isn’t good at all. I can barely see anything. My instruments are the only thing working for me right now. Doesn’t seem like anything is off, but this is a bust. Just a few more hours before we get to the safe house Bianca helped secure or us.
“A magic pilot and a crazy idiot… But I suppose if I didn’t meet you, I would still be a…” She trails off and a blush barely changes the pigment of her tanned cheeks. “You know what I mean.”
Lukas turns his head to focus on Saber more, trying to convey a softer look. “I know what you mean, but don’t think about it like that. You aren’t that. You are so much better, Sabes. I swear. I don’t know if I would be here without you, honestly.” He winks at her and aims a cliché finger gun at her. “Someone’s got to keep my ass from dying.”
“Tell me about it, Lukas. You are something else,” Saber finally laughs with such a melodic yet rougher voice. It’s probably one of the best sounds Lukas has heard. “Someone must keep you from drinking yourself to death too. Bianca called you an alcoholic.”
“Bianca calls me a lot of things. ‘Alcoholic’ is practically synonymous to ‘Gorgeous’, ‘Genius’, ‘Mad Lad’, and ‘Extraordinary’. What can I say, Sabes? I am one badass pilot.” He’s smirking like an idiot, but he can’t keep himself from laughing.
“She told me you would say something like that. Good thing I gave her those water bottles you said were filled with apple juice.”
“….”
“What?”
“Those were filled with Jack Daniels and some others had Captain Morgan in them…”
“Oh well, Lukas. I got you those sports drinks with… electricity in them?”
“I am 100% sure you mean electrolytes.”
Saber is blushing hard and pulls up the hood of the sweat jacket Lukas gave her. “Shut up…”
Lukas is laughing harder than ever, but then he catches something in the corner of his eye: a blinking light next to the oil gauge. It’s critically low and that drives a shot of fear through the pilot of which he can’t hide. “Oh no… Saber, go to the back and grab the two back packs.”
“What’s wrong?” She asks, trying to figure out what is going on when the plane makes an unharmonious sound, the engine gurgling and yearning for oil.
Lukas clenches his jaw, and he looks over to the side of the plane. With a flashlight he pulls out, he aims it out there and he can catch the faint look of the damage on the plane’s wings.
This isn’t good. Not one bit. Fuck… Fucking fuck… Okay, Lukas. This is going to be fine. Keep Saber safe. That’s all that matters right now. I shouldn’t have flown in this weather. Sebastian, if you are watching this, I hope you don’t hate me too much.
“Lukas??? Talk to me!” Saber jolts him back from his deep hyperfocus, his heart racing too fast. “I got the back packs. What now?”
“Put one of them on, Saber. Go on, don’t worry about a thing. I just need you to listen to me: If I open the door, I need you to jump out. You are going to pull this hard as soon as you are safe to do so,” he explains, holding the red strap that would release the parachute. “I am going to take us lower and try to make it easier.” He puts on his headset and flips to the emergency channel for pilots, taking a deep breath.
“Why does this sound like you aren’t coming with me?” Saber asks, her voice wavering with fear.
“Mayday, Mayday, this is Tomcat 444. Position unknown, airspeed approximately 132 knots, altitude 4023 feet and lowering, plane has run out of oil, engine is failing, and I am unable to land safely due to little to no visibility. All stations, send search and rescue. Will conduct an evac of at least one passenger.” Lukas can’t look at her. He’s staring out at the darkness, the plane’s controls getting harder to keep normalized. “I promise that I’ll be right behind you, Saber. Just put it on and let me make sure you are safe.”
She’s tearing up and she does what’s asked of her, slipping on the parachute and clipping it in the right spots. “You are scaring me. Don’t do what I think you are going to do.”
“And what would that be, Saber? That I make you get out safely and I crash my plane? Nah… You are my top priority right now. I am going to make sure you never go back to where I found you.”
“Why, Lukas? Why do you care so much???”
Lukas stands up and uses some straps to keep the plane going straight, checking over Saber’s parachute and tightening some loose ones over her thighs and chest. “Why?” He repeats, holding her shoulders and kissing her forehead with a gentle smile, the scenario occurring around them only a blur. “Because that’s what we do for the people that we love, Sabes. Now… I think it’s time I send you off, okay?” He leads her over to the side of the plane, unlatching the door and pushing it open, the roaring sounds of the weather in combination with the failing engines taking over. “Count to five seconds and pull the strap. When you land, let your body roll with gravity. I’ll find you.”
Saber hugs Lukas tightly and shakes her head. “I can’t just leave you…”
“I know, Sabes… I am not giving you that choice.” He grabs her by the front of her parachute, and he shoves her out of the plane, her scream of betrayal haunting him as he put on his own parachute. He runs to the front of the plane, putting the headset back on.
“All stations, all stations, all stations… This is Tomcat 444… Seems like I am in a fucked up little situation with crashing my plane and all. Just wanted to add something in for those non-emergency stations looking for me. You can try to find me, but if you dare touch my partner in righteous crime, you better believe I am gonna kick your ass. Maybe I’ll die and maybe I won’t. You’ll just have to find out later. Just don’t hit my pretty face. Tomcat 444 signing off for a while,” Lukas laughs into the headset, setting it to the side and pushing the nose lower. He pulls himself using the seats to the door, staring out into the darkness.
“Saber, don’t kill me…” He mutters, jumping out with a scream into the dark abyss, hoping that his parachute actually works.
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