Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shadowed Suspicion Omake 3

all these people calling me on the telephone and i don't want to answer or meet up with everyone all at once especially as this is the one summer i don't know my schedule off the bat and who put these pools of deadly water in the way of this deed?  why is this a thing?  this is badly written and i'm going to punch something.  preferably a pillow.  those don't punch back.
~dreamer~

Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Airplane ride. Probably not ending in disaster?.  (Takes place right after the last omake.  Probably takes place before even the prologue)
Word Count: 570
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.

            Josuke huffs a sigh as he stares out the window.  This is anything but great.
            The flight’s had more turbulence than normal, which doesn’t do anything for his nerves, given the stories he’s heard from Jotaro-san.  The last thing he needs is a plane full of people dropping out of the sky just because the bloodline’s cursed, or something.  He really should’ve looked over how a plane works before he got on board, so he could fix it with Crazy Diamond, or something.
            “Josephine didn’t call you.  I don’t think she wanted to worry you, but according to Hirasawa she’s no longer in this dimension.  She used B3, and she must’ve been over her head, because she’s never opened a door to another dimension before.  I think it’s fair to call you now, especially if I need backup.  I have no idea what she was up against, but I don’t want to wait.  Kakyoin and I are going through, and Hirasawa will be back to meet you.”  Jotaro’s been acting odd for months, now.  Not that Josuke ever really knows what to expect from his nephew, but he’s been distracted, tired, unenthusiastic even about marine biology (which is really a warning sign, and even Holly and Mom had been discussing it).  Still, Josuke’s tentative asking about his health had been sharply rebuffed.  Not that I expected any less.  But this is really out of character.  It’s grim, unapologetically straightforward, like Josuke had come to expect, but there’s a note of panic in his voice that he hasn’t heard before.  Worry, yes, but Kujo meets even that head on.
            “Excuse me, officer?” a little old lady asks, voice creaking a little like an old house.  “There’s no problem with this flight, is there?”  It’s the one he’d saved, earlier.  He didn’t realize she was on this flight, too.
            He forces a laugh, glancing down at the slacks.  He’d pulled off the jacket once he’d gotten through security and assumed that’d be enough to stop anyone from worrying.  It’s not like he’d brought a change of clothes or anything, mostly because he didn’t want to waste a minute.  “Not that I know of.  I’m off duty.”  Except he isn’t, not really, but then, you never go off duty from being a father, do you?  Not even when your daughter decides that the Tokyo universities aren’t good enough and goes all the way to London, and you barely get to see her.  Not that he’s bitter; he just misses her.  Her teasing her extended adopted family, who adore her, and fierce video game battles, and just the light and joy she brings, so full of energy.  He misses his wife, too, but there’s no hope of her coming back.
            “But you look so sad,” the woman notes quietly, patting him awkwardly.
            “My daughter’s in trouble,” he admits, feeling nervous energy flood through him again.  Rows behind, Okuyasu’s protests that he got a separate seat sound like they’ve finally died down, and he’s sleeping soundly.
            She immediately looks sympathetic.  “Well, I’m sure you’re a wonderful police officer,” and there, she sounds exactly like Mom, pride and all, “…I’m sure she’ll be completely fine when you arrive.”
            He feels the moment the nervous, aimless energy hones to a useful point.  Crazy Diamond settles in his mind, watchful and ready for the moment he’ll be needed.  “Thank you.”  There is no other acceptable choice, after all.