#Sek: Oh. So Close To Dinner????

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She's a daddy's girl v_v

[Image 1: Tuvok drew three breaths and then sat down in the padded window seat and drew Asil into his lap. She had a disconcerting ability, for such a young child, to discern what he was contemplating. He had not felt her search his mind, but he had no other explanation for her insights.] [Image 2: "Yes, Asil, I would. For many years I have dreamed of making a pilgrimage into the desert, and for seeing Seleya, the sacred mountain."] [Image 3: Asil turned her small head away from him and gazed out upon the desert, which shimmered with heat in the midday glare of the sun, the red sands turned almost orange. To some it would seem an uninviting sight, cruel and unforgiving. Tuvok saw there only mystery and beauty.] [Image 4: "I'll go there someday," Asil said matter-of-factly. "Maybe we could go together."] From the "Pathways" Novel

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Somewhere in Stockholm- Chapter 1

Somewhere in Stockholm- Chapter 1

William Nylander

Summary: Maggie gets stuck in Stockholm during the eurovision song contest and she somehow ends up staying with her best friends teammate William Nylander.

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Notes: This is the first story I have put on here so please go easy on me however any criticism is welcome! This is probably going to be in a least three parts maybe.This was inspired by my favourite singer George Ezra. I’ve included a link to the full story and the song that George Ezra wrote from the story. Honestly it’s pretty funny I’d recommend checking it out. - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=llmvnEq2g3s

Chapter 1

Maggie had been solo travelling around Europe for the last two week. She had seen so much on such a short trip from America and honestly didn’t want to go back next week.

Today Maggie had arrived in Stockholm. Somewhere she had been so excited to visit for weeks unfortunately for her, she had chosen to visit the exact wrong day. As today was the Eurovision song contest final. Which from what she had learnt through an enthusiastic Swedish lady on the train was a singing contest where every country in Europe and for some reason Australia take part in. The acts were all weird and wonderful. The lady on the train had shown her some videos of previous years which included dancing grannies and a heavy metal band dressed as weird creatures. it seemed the more outlandish the better.Then the countries vote for each other and the country with the most points at the end of the contest wins. Last year Sweden had won meaning the contest was being held in Stockholm this year.

What she wasn’t expecting when she turned up to her hotel was the receptionist telling her that

her room had been double booked and the hotel had no more hotel rooms left. “Fine, I guess I’ll have to find a different hotel to stay in,”

“That won’t be possible madam, you see the whole city is booked up for the weekend because,” “Of the song contest of course,” she finished huffing. He said giving her a sympathetic smile.

“Oh great, what am I meant to do?” she asked sarcastically. The receptionist just shrugged at her calling the next customer up to the counter.

Maggie sat at the train station. Wondering what in the world she was going to do now. Her train ticket wasn’t valid until tomorrow, she couldn’t afford to pay for a new train ticket. She sat on her suitcase in train station, her fingers dialling her best friends number. She wasn’t even sure what time it would be in Toronto right now, but she just needed to hear a friendly voice and Morgan was always full of good ideas. “Mo,” Maggie said suddenly bursting into tears.

“Mags are you ok? What’s going on are you hurt where are you?” he asked

“I’m ok , I just don’t know what to do, I just got to Stockholm and the hotel I was meant to be staying at is double booked and every hotel in the city is fully booked because of some stupid competition going on,” she wailed.

“It’s ok, let me help you ok? Stay calm so every hotel and hostel is booked?”

“Yep, I can’t afford a ticket to get me out of the city tonight either,”

“Your in Stockholm, Sweden?”

“Yep,”

“Okay, I have an idea, let me call you back in a couple of minutes I just have to call a friend, where are you now?”

“The train station,”

“Ok find a cafe to sit in get something to eat get yourself a nice coffee and i’ll call you back in as soon as I can, can you do that for me?” he asked slowly like he was talking to his grandma or a child. “Mmhh” was all she managed.

Maggie sat on her suitcase. Wondering what on earth Morgan could do from the other side of the world, she doubted his somewhat hockey celebrity status ventured as far as Stockholm although I guess you never know. Maggie and Morgan had been friends since school. It had been a running joke that Mo had even named the family dog after her. He still denied it. Morgan acted as Maggie’s big brother. Her parents used to wind her up that they were going to end up together but the pair never saw each other like that. They had had a conversation about that once when they were teenagers. They had tried and experimented with a kissed but they both agreed they didn’t feel it and they were better off friends. Even though Morgan now lived in Toronto and Maggie in Seattle, they kept in touch regularly and saw each other at least once a year,which was it was normally in the hockey off season and when Maggie could take some time off work. Maggie was still mad she hadn’t been able to see Morgan play. But Seattle hadn’t got a team yet and she couldn’t afford to fly back to Vancouver for Canucks vs Leafs game. She had only just saved up enough for this trip. After wandering around for a few minutes she finally found a coffee shop around the corner from the station. She ordered some kind of pastry and a coffee for herself and sat down in the table to reconsider her option. All of a sudden. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. “Morgan calling”

“Hey are you ok?” he asked she could hear the concern in his voice. Big brother Mo as always.

“Yeah I’m sat in some cafe now feeling a little better,”

“Good, So its turns out my teammate and his brother are in Stockholm,they have a place out there and Willy said you can crash at his”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes,”

“Oh Mo you are a lifesaver,”

“What are friend for?” he sighed

“I’ll buy you the biggest tub of ice cream next time I’m in back in the city,” she squealed.

“I mean you need to thank Willy not me but I won’t say no to ice cream,”

“You have the biggest sweet tooth of anyone I know Mo,”

“Just don’t tell Babs,” he laughed

“So who is this guy I’m staying with?” She asked taking a bite of pastry “I mean I need to check I’m not staying with a serial killer, obviously,”

“I wouldn’t send you to a serial killers house,”

“Mm unless you were in on it?” she laughed and even though she couldn’t see Morgan she knew he was rolling his eyes. “I haven’t heard you mention a Will before” she asked. Mo and Maggie regularly chatted and even facetimed. She had met a couple of his friends over facetime like Jake who was Mo’s best friend/ roommate and then a couple of the other boys Auston and Freddie who had formed group for going out for dinners. But not a Willy.

“William Nylander, he’s a good guy, one of the rookies who plays with me on the leafs, he’s Canadian, Swedish, his family lives out in Sweden so he goes back over summer to see them, but I think it’s just him and his brother in the city at the moment,”

“Oh cool, if he’s a good friend of yours,”

“Yeah, I mean were pretty close, Just erm,” he paused for a moment. “Willy.. He tends to have a lot of girls throw themselves at him, he’s quite the charmer and I don’t want it to be awkward what with you being my friend and all,”

‘Jesus Morgan I’m twenty not some hormonal teenage girl,”

“Yeah, well you I’m just letting you know,”

“Thanks,”

“Anyway I’ve text him your number, he said he’ll send you the details and stuff,” he said with a yawn. “ I have to go Mags, I have to get to training just text me and let me know you got to Willy’s ok,”

“Sure,”

“Love ya loser,”

“Bye Morgs,”

She smiled, thank god that crisis was averted. Maggie thought she might have to sleep in the train station tonight. Her phone pinged again but this time it was a number she didn’t recognize.

To: Maggie

From:+46 771 793 355

Hey, it’s Willy, Mo’s teammate, he said you needed a place to crash tonight? We’re in the Östermalm. Here is the address: Flat 90, Floragatan Stockholm, Östermalm: 122 869 SEK. Give me a call if you have any trouble finding it. Willy x

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It Came Out of the Sky

A story for Esen Zephyre, Round 01 of MYRIAD Island.

“Esen?” 

She could hear her name being called, moving slightly in response.  Everything felt like it was moving slower than usual, and she couldn’t remember how she had gotten to…wherever she was.  Carefully, Esen opened her eyes to a girl she didn’t recognize.  Not that Esen was complaining, the girl was pretty.

“What?” Esen asked, her voice sounding scratchy, something she didn’t like. 

“Are you Esen Zephyre?” The girl asked again, looking around urgently. 

“Yes, I am,” Esen answered, looking around herself.  Based on what she knew, they were in some sort of transport vehicle.  It took her a minute to realize which - a plane. 

“Good,” the girl said, quickly unlocking Esen from the handcuffs on her seat, “we need your help.”   

“Help with what?” Esen asked, and as if on cue a sound of a crash spread throughout the plane. 

The girl winced. “That.”   

Suddenly, a voice tuned in on intercom, a voice Esen recognized. “It seems like we’ve received more damage, Damia can you see which wing it was in?”   

The girl, who Esen assumed was Damia, stepped past a few unconscious people to look out a window. “Left wing!” She yelled, heading to the cockpit. 

Esen followed her, looking down at herself.  She was wearing cargo pants and a windbreaker, clothes she knew she didn’t own.  The most worrying part was on her wrist - a tattoo with a number that she would have remembered getting. 

002 

Sighing, Esen pushed this problem to the back of her brain.  When she entered the cockpit, she was only slightly surprised to see Sek furiously pressing buttons in an attempt to keep the plane from exploding.  Sek glanced up at Esen, smiling for a second, then going back to work. “Good, you’re up. I’d normally be glad to see you but this sucks.”   

“You don’t know how to fly a plane.” Esen pointed out, concerned. 

“Yeah, I do.” Sek pointed to a manual sitting in the copilot’s seat. “I learned five minutes ago. Is there a speedster or someone who can learn quickly on board?”   

Damia frowned. “Like who?”   

“Ryker Tyee.” Esen blurted out, remembering the name and face from the end of Project Infinity and going through the files of every subject with Alyss. “Short, brownish hair?”   

“I know who he is, I’ll go get him.” Damia sighed, leaving. 

Esen frowned, turning to Sek. “Is she-?” 

“The one who killed people? Yeah. She’s also the one your grandma warned me about.” Sek answered in a hushed tone. 

“Alyss isn’t my grandma, she’s older than that.” Esen sighed, moving out of the way as Ryker came running in. 

“There’s a manual, right?” He asked, looking around for it, finding it, and starting to speed-read through it. 

“There’s your copilot.” Damia said, almost appearing out of nowhere. 

Ryker exhaled quickly when he finished the book, shaking his head a bit. “Alright, I’ve got about an hour of short-term memory, give me a status update.”  

“The plane is crashing, whatever crew was on here left us on it to die.” Sek explained. “Probably sabotaged it too.”   

“So…are we going to try and land this then?” Ryker asked, frowning. “We don’t even know where we are!”   

“It’s better then us all being dead.” Esen pointed out. “But..what exactly am I awake for?”   

“First, you’re my friend, and second, you need to keep everyone alive if we lose air pressure.” Sek explained, hitting a few more buttons.  Another crash echoed through the plane, followed by cries of pain.  

Esen left the cockpit and looked around for signs of movement or consciousness.  She noticed people that she had meet during her brief stay with the Extremists all those years ago - Arden, who was complaining, Jana, who was already free, and Emmett, who was being freed by Jana.  Then, she head her name again. 

“Esen?” 

She turned and smiled at the sight of Elian, and was glad he was alive, although the situation was certainly bad.  “You okay?” She asked, unlocking him.  

Elian nodded. “A bit fuzzy, but it’ll clear. What’s going on?” 

“We’re about to die.” Arden grumbled, looking out a window. “It’s obvious, we’re losing altitude.” 

“Is there a way we can fix it?” Jana asked, moving towards the front of the plane.   

“Can you fix a motor?” Arden snapped, already in a bad mood. 

Sek sighed over the intercom, creating some static. “Elian’s awake…Okay, then Damia and Elian, work to keep everyone asleep for now.  I can barely do this with your arguing now, I don’t need thirty-two other people to critique.”   

“Are we landing in the water?” Emmett asked, moving into the cockpit.  Esen followed, looking out the large window in front. 

“Is that land up there?” Esen asked, pointing.  Ryker narrowed his eyes and nodded. 

“It should be. I hope.” He turned to Sek. “We’ve got to land there, or everyone dies.”   

“We don’t even know if that’s an island.” Jana pointed out. “What if it’s a boat or warship?”   

“Then we’ll die.” Arden sighed, and both Jana and Emmett rolled their eyes. 

“Goth boy, you’re not helping.” Sek snapped, attempting to steer the plane a bit. “We could make it, but there’s wind pushing us to the left, so we could land in the water…” She trailed off, as she realized what could be done, and looked at Esen. 

Esen realized what she meant. “Oh no…you’re not serious, are you?”   

“You’ve got to do it, it’ll save lives.” Ryker pointed out, pretending to know what was going on. 

“I can’t do it while in the plane, that’s too risky.” Esen explained, a bit scared. “What if I mess up and send fast winds in here? That’s dangerous.” 

“Then you’re not in the plane.” Sek answered quietly. 

“What?”   

“The ones flying it had to leave somehow.  There’s a hatch that can close, we can use it to get you out and you can do your thing.” Sek explained as if it was not a big deal. 

“That’s suicide.” Esen said quietly. 

“Not if I help.” Arden sighed. “There’s harnesses in the back. I can do the rest.”   

“What?”   

Arden grabbed Esen’s wrist and dragged her to the back of the plane, Jana and Emmett on their tails. “We are wasting time, if we want to live, and I do, you’re going to listen to me.” Arden explained, grabbing a harness for himself and handing one for Esen. 

Esen put on the harness carefully. “These are meant for…skydiving?”   

“Well, they’re not meant for a tango.” Arden snarked, tightening his harness. 

“This is stupid, Arden.” Jana sighed. “You’re going to get everyone killed.”   

“If I recall correctly, I didn’t spend several years being a lackey to a psychotic bitch in a facility, so I’d keep quiet if I were you.” Arden snapped. “Keep the job to the professionals.”   

“She is a professional, you jerk.” Emmett argued while Arden grabbed two earpieces and handed one to Esen. 

“You two can open this up when we’re done, and make sure this rope is secure.” Arden said firmly, ignoring the comments. 

“This is a bad idea.” Esen said, mostly to herself while she put the earpiece in. 

“Dying’s worse.” Arden pointed out, as he strapped himself to her harness, keeping them together. “Once we’re out there, move the wind to keep the plane on target, and give us breathable air. I’ll do the rest.” 

Esen nodded, and the door opened, and Arden stepped with her out of the plane onto a sheet of darkness.  Slowly, the darkness moved itself to the top of the plane, anchoring the pair there.  Esen took this time to create an air bubble around herself and Arden so they could breathe, and to get in tune with the wind around her. 

She could hear Arden talking to her, and the voices in her comms, but it was all static to her.  She had one task - get them to the Island. Alive. 

“Esen? More to the right!” Sek’s voice came from the comms, and Esen followed the directions.  She could feel the darkness Arden was manipulating pull around her tighter so she wouldn’t fall off the top of the plane. 

Suddenly, the plane dropped.  Esen turned her head to see the other engine fizzle out, and could hear a buzz of panic from her earpiece. 

“Elian’s down, everyone’s up!” Sek yelled, switching tones. “Hello everyone. My name’s Sek Thoth, I’m your temporary captain. Please stay calm while we try to fix this shitty situation.” She said into the intercom. 

“Our engines are gone!” Ryker added, obviously not helping the bad situation. 

Esen narrowed her eyes, focusing on the wind even more.  If she couldn’t rely on the engines, she’d have to fly the damn plane herself.  Everything faded out, the only thing that mattered was the island in the distance, getting closer and closer.  She thought of her family, her parents, Alyss, and how she desperately wanted to go back to them alive. 

She couldn’t die like this, not after everything she’d been through. 

Esen couldn’t hear the warnings from Arden as the plane got closer to the island, and she adjusted the winds so they’d land, but not smoothly.  After all, they didn’t have ENGINES. 

“Look out!” Arden yelled as they landed, and the last thing Esen saw was darkness encasing her before their harsh landing. 

“Esen?”   

Her body felt broken, but alive.  Her brain felt like what she could only describe as mashed potatoes. 

She was still alive, and groaned in response. 

Sek was standing over her with a flashlight.  Darkness had fallen where they had landed, apparently. 

Then, it hit Esen. 

They had landed. 

Everyone lived. 

Hopefully. 

“Yeah?” Esen answered, sitting up carefully. 

Sek moved the flashlight back and forth between Esen’s eyes, nodding. “Well, you’re alive, and I don’t think you have a concussion.” She observed, before rephrasing her question. "How do you feel?” 

“Like that question was a bit forced.” Esen shrugged. “Tired, but okay. Everyone else okay?” 

“Injuries but no deaths. Those of us with medical experience are going around to try and patch people up, but-”

Jana walked up to the pair, interrupting. “We’ve got about one fifty airplane dinners, about two hundred assorted drinks, and one medical kit.” She informed Sek, crossing her arms. “You’re the genius, any ideas?”   

Sek sighed. “Start rationing, we don’t know how long we’ll be here, or if there’s anything to eat on this island.”   

Esen nodded, about to say something, then stopped. She noticed a flash behind the plane, and the sound of fighting. “Guys.” She pointed to the source of the fighting. 

Sek frowned. “Already? We’ve been stranded for an hour.” She grumbled, heading towards the fighting. 

Ryker pinned Damia against the side of the plane, obviously angry. “You killed her!” He snapped, holding her neck tighter. “You killed her and you didn’t even know her name!”   

“I…” Damia attempted to breathe out, but was cut off by a lack of oxygen. 

“Say it!” Ryker snapped. 

“Hey!” Jana yelled, pulling the two apart easily. “You two, stop it!”   

“She…she…” Ryker breathed out, almost looking confused for a split second before seeming angry again. 

“Come on, Ryker.” Emmett walked up to Ryker, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Go calm down, give it five.” 

Ryker stepped back, turning away from Damia and taking a deep breath. “I don’t know what came over me…” Esen overheard him say to Emmett, “must’ve been some pent up anger…”   

Arden rolled his eyes. “Well, this is great. We’re all going to die by tearing ourselves apart one by one.” He commented. 

“No, we’re not!” Jana objected. 

“Sorry, do you have an opinion now, or is that bitch still controlling you?” Arden snapped. 

“You know that wasn’t my-” Jana responded, only to be cut off by Sek. 

“Shut up! All of you!” Sek snapped, watching as all eyes fell on her. “Look, I don’t know you - well, not personally, I read about most of you-”

“Not helping.” Esen said softly. 

“But we were all in that shitstorm of a government program called Project Infinity. It might have messed us up, but we lived! There’s no need to be at each other’s throats now, the conflict is over.  It’s been six years.”   

“Still.” Arden mumbled, and Sek glared at him. 

“I don’t know where we are, I don’t know how we got these clothes or these creepy tattoos, but like it or not, the only way we will get off this island is by sticking together and not manually adding to our fatality rate.” Sek continued, sighing. "Look, we might all hate each other, but we cannot Lord of the Flies this.” 

“What’s Lord of the Flies?” Esen asked quietly, and Sek sighed, mouthing ‘later’ at her. 

“So that’s your plan? Stick together?” Arden asked. 

“You got a better one, goth boy?” Sek retorted, smirking. “Everyone, get some rest.  We’ll explore the island tomorrow.” 

Gradually, people started to listen to Sek, and everyone seemed to calm down.  Esen found herself a tree to sleep under, and was happy when both Sek and Elian came to join her. 

“It’s overwhelming, isn’t it?” Esen asked, sighing. “I don’t like this…”   

“Any chance of a rescue?” Elian asked, referring to Alyss. 

Esen shook her head. “I saw her last three months ago, and we don’t even know where we are.”   

“We just have to hope, I guess.” Elian said quietly. 

On that note, Esen attempted to sleep, hoping that the future would be somewhat brighter, and this island would be survivable.