Lachlan's flight will land any moment now. I watch impatiently from the airport window as the silver plane skids to a stop. People begin to descend from the plane and I catch a glimpse at the most magnificent golden hair. Lachlan. I turn away and run to where they enter the airport. I have a small piece of paper in my hand. Finding the right place to stand, I take it out and smile, waiting for my love.
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From The Dust: A TBNRduty Fanfiction
FanfictionEveryone falls in love. But it can be hard. Especially when you thought you were straight. Preston and Lachlan are in love. But how will they handle things when disaster strikes? Can they stay together? Or will somebody else fall?
