Cabin Pressure Fic: Family 7/7
Title: Family, part 7/7 -- COMPLETE
Author: spycandy
Fandom: Cabin Pressure
Rating: PG
Characters: Martin, everyone at MJN, some small Crieffs
Warnings: Attempted suicide by a parent.
Summary: Martin must take care of his nephew and niece, with a little help from the rest of MJN.
Thirteen years later.
“If your parents would like to have a family picture...”
The official photographer's well-rehearsed patter earned him rolled eyes from both Carolyn and Olly.
“You surely can't be this young woman's grandmother.”
“Indeed not,” said Carolyn with a withering glare.
“This is my Uncle Martin and his former boss Carolyn, CEO of MJN Air, now retired,” Olly told the snapper. “Hold on.
“Oy, Senior Aircraftman Crieff!” she shouted. “Could you assemble the troops please?”
Toby, dressed down in smart civvies, grinned at his sister before jogging off towards the crowds milling around the refreshment stands. He'd been lucky to get leave to come today - Swing Wing, the RAF big band, was in high demand all over the world at this time of year and now that he was acting as a deputy musical director, the young bandsman was in for a hectic summer.
Martin looked back at his niece, who was struggling to straighten the teal-ribboned black hood of a Nottingham University veterinary medicine graduate gown. He felt so proud, he thought he might just burst.
“Come here,” he said, reaching to fix the wonky hood, then pulling her into a hug, which made it even wonkier. “Congratulations, my brilliant girl.”
“Thanks Uncle Martin. For believing that I could do this, even when I doubted it.”
“I knew you'd succeed from the moment you first told me what you wanted to do - under Great Aunt Edna's buffet table, remember?” he asked
Olly's mouth gaped. “You remember that?”
He held up his wrists to her, turning them so that the tiny jet plane cuff links glinted in the sunlight.
“Of course I do,” he said. “Ah, here come the gang.”
Toby led the way across the lawn with his arm linked through Neela's. Behind them came Arthur, Douglas and Alex, all in their best summer finery.
“Right!” Olly commanded. “I want one good shot with everyone in, so no pulling tongues or bunny ears.”
As the photographer shuffled them all into place for the picture, Martin heard his puzzled question to the new graduate in the centre. “So who are all these people then?”
“This lot?” said Olly. “This is my family.”
The End
AN: Thanks to everyone who's commented along the way, it's been hugely encouraging. Hope you like the ending!
Author: spycandy
Fandom: Cabin Pressure
Rating: PG
Characters: Martin, everyone at MJN, some small Crieffs
Warnings: Attempted suicide by a parent.
Summary: Martin must take care of his nephew and niece, with a little help from the rest of MJN.
Thirteen years later.
“If your parents would like to have a family picture...”
The official photographer's well-rehearsed patter earned him rolled eyes from both Carolyn and Olly.
“You surely can't be this young woman's grandmother.”
“Indeed not,” said Carolyn with a withering glare.
“This is my Uncle Martin and his former boss Carolyn, CEO of MJN Air, now retired,” Olly told the snapper. “Hold on.
“Oy, Senior Aircraftman Crieff!” she shouted. “Could you assemble the troops please?”
Toby, dressed down in smart civvies, grinned at his sister before jogging off towards the crowds milling around the refreshment stands. He'd been lucky to get leave to come today - Swing Wing, the RAF big band, was in high demand all over the world at this time of year and now that he was acting as a deputy musical director, the young bandsman was in for a hectic summer.
Martin looked back at his niece, who was struggling to straighten the teal-ribboned black hood of a Nottingham University veterinary medicine graduate gown. He felt so proud, he thought he might just burst.
“Come here,” he said, reaching to fix the wonky hood, then pulling her into a hug, which made it even wonkier. “Congratulations, my brilliant girl.”
“Thanks Uncle Martin. For believing that I could do this, even when I doubted it.”
“I knew you'd succeed from the moment you first told me what you wanted to do - under Great Aunt Edna's buffet table, remember?” he asked
Olly's mouth gaped. “You remember that?”
He held up his wrists to her, turning them so that the tiny jet plane cuff links glinted in the sunlight.
“Of course I do,” he said. “Ah, here come the gang.”
Toby led the way across the lawn with his arm linked through Neela's. Behind them came Arthur, Douglas and Alex, all in their best summer finery.
“Right!” Olly commanded. “I want one good shot with everyone in, so no pulling tongues or bunny ears.”
As the photographer shuffled them all into place for the picture, Martin heard his puzzled question to the new graduate in the centre. “So who are all these people then?”
“This lot?” said Olly. “This is my family.”
The End
AN: Thanks to everyone who's commented along the way, it's been hugely encouraging. Hope you like the ending!