Author: Kathryn
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"You bastard!" Maria yelled, slamming her fists in Michael's chest.
"What?" He asked, no idea what she was talking about. First she was hugging him tightly and now she was swearing at him.
"See that plane?" she said, angrily pointing her finger at something that was little more than a spec in the distance.
"Yeah, so what?" he said, casting a glance at it.
"That's out plane," she said fiercely, "And in case you didn't notice genius, we're not on it!"
"That's our plane!" he said in astonishment, whirling around to face the window.
"You finally catch on," Maria replied, throwing her hands up in the air. "And it's all your fault."
"How is it my fault?" Michael demanded.
"You want to know how it's your fault?" she asked, shocked that even he would ask such a question. "You want to know how it's your fault? You, Michael, were the one who had to go buy Gravol not me."
"I never forced you to wait for me," he said fustratedly.
"Oh, what was I supposed to do Michael?" Maria demanded, "Did you just expect me to leave you here, all alone, barely any cash or anything. You could have been dead, or captured by the aliens and we would have been flying across the country to Atlanta!"
"We weren't going to Atlanta," Michael said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yes we were," she snapped.
"No, we were going to Los Angeles," Michael insisted.
"Atlanta!" she replied forcefully.
"Los Angeles," Michael said again, pointing to the departure gate where the stewardess was just changing the board to the next plane's departure time. The words Los Angeles had been up there in big letters.
"That's not important," Maria said angrily, "Not at all. All that matters is that they are thousands of feet in the air headed across the country, and we're here on the ground, in New York."
"Being hunted by evil aliens," Michael added as she continued on her tirade.
"Exactly," she said triumphantly, then shook her head, not meaning to agree with him, "Not....well, my point is that we are exactly where we don't want to be, separated from the group."
"And it's all my fault?" Michael raised his eyebrows. Technically, he knew it was his fault, but he didn't like her making such a big deal of it. It's not like he made them miss the flight on purpose.
"Yes!" she snapped, "It is. Now, we are here, and the aliens are coming to kill us."
"We don't know that," he reminded her, "Sheriff Valenti was likely just saying that we should move around so we are less likely to get caught. The others will come back here when they realize we're not on the plane."
"They better," she mumbled grumpily, "So what are we supposed to do until then?"
"Sightseeing?" Michael suggested sarcastically.
"Don't be an ass," she replied.
"We could go to the hotel," he said seriously. "That is, if you have money. I'm afraid I'm a little short at the moment...."
"I've got my bank card," she reminded him. "I suppose it would make it easier for them to find us after when they fly back."
"I have some stuff with me," he said, indicating the pack on his back, "But most of my stuff was checked onto the plane."
"No big deal, I'm sure they'll be back tonight anyway." she reassure herself, "Let's go check into that motel for another night."
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It was ten hours later in the hotel room. Maria was sitting on the bed reading a book she had purchased at the airport. Michael was flipping through the channels. On the way back they had stopped at an ATM so she could get cash.
The others still weren't back yet. And she would be alone in a hotel room with Michael, all night.
She snuck a glance at him, sprawled out on the pull-out couch. Since there were two of them, they only got a room with one bed and a couch.
She let out a yawn as she looked to what Michael was watching on the screen. ER was on.
"Tired?," he asked shortly
"Yeah," she snapped, annoyed with the irritated tone in his voice. "I'm going to go to bed." It was what he had done to them last night.
But Michael just nodded, he rolled over to grab his backpack from the bedside and pulled out the sweats and tank t-shirt he slept it.
As he walked to the bathroom to change, he took notice that Maria had nothing at all. He reluctantly walked back and pulled some extra stuff.
"Here," he said gruffly, tossing the stuff on her head.
"What is this?" she asked, pulling the clothes off her.
"Stuff for you to sleep in," he said irritably, motioning towards it. "I figured you wouldn't want to sleep in your good clothes."
"Thanks I suppose," she said as he went into the bathroom. She shook her head as the door closed. Michael was impossible to figure out. How could he be so thoughtful and such a jerk at the same time?
She shook her head. She couldn't let herself get fooled again. Michael Guerin was just a complete asshole. He was making out with another woman just last night across the room from her.
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