Author: Kathryn
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Rating: I don't know, PG at the moment anyway.
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"I can't believe that you are here with us," Michael hissed at Maria, "I did everything I could to keep you safe."
"In case you didn't notice Michael," she hissed back, buckling up her belt, "It wasn't exactly safe to stay back there. So, in case you can't control yourself and accidentally kill me, I'm more safe her."
"Not funny at all Maria," he said back as a flight attendant walked up with a middle-aged overweight man.
"Excuse me miss," she said politely, "But I believe you are in this man's seat. Section C seat 4?"
Maria felt Michael go stiff as a board beside her. Keeping her voice calm, she slowly pulled out her ticket from the pocket on the seat in front of her where she had stored it. "Well, this is the seat my ticket says as well."
The flight attendant examined it, and Maria felt her heart pound. It felt like an hour before the lady smiled and handed it back. "I'm so sorry, the airline must have double-booked again." she turned back to the man, "I'll move you up to first class sir, we have a few extra seats."
Maria let out her breath as they moved away slowly. "You are too much of a liability," she heard Michael say beside her.
"Michael, if you are as concerned about my safety as you say you are, you'll shut up and realize that I'm safer like this than I would we back in Roswell with the evil aliens," Maria snapped, cursing the fact that the seat number Max had given her was right beside Michael.
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Hours later, they heard the pilot's voice come over the intercom, "It's 12:27 PM local time, and the weather in New York city is 27 'C. Please fasten your seatbelts as we will be landing soon."
Maria re-buckled her seatbelt, ignoring the silent Michael who hadn't spoken a word since take-off. She leaned back in her seat. This was actually the first time she had even been on a plane. She wouldn't let Michael see it, but she had been nervous as hell. There had been so many plane crashes in the past while that it was enough to scare her. She wished she had her grief-relief with her.
She cast a quick glance at Michael beside her as the plane began it's descent. He, however, wasn't looking at her. He was looking out the window with a mix of fascination and awe. Maria realized that, like her, this was his first time on an airplane. The difference was, he wasn't scared to death.
Maria closed her eyes and took deep breaths, her mails digging into the airmrests. They were not going to crash. They were not going to crash. That became a mantra in her mind as she tried to calm herself down. Even take-off hadn't affected her this much, but then she had been very occupied with the close proximity of Michael.
"Breathe," she whispered incredibly softly to herself, "Just breathe Maria."
"Are you scared?" she heard an incredulous voice beside her say. She opened her eyes to see Michael looking at her with surprise in his eyes.
"Yes," she said through gritted teeth, "Quite scared. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to go back to panicking."
Michael gave a slight chuckle and began to pry her tight fingers from the armrest. "You just need to relax," he said once he had pried her loose, but he didn't release her hand.
Maria couldn't relax, not with him touching her. This wasn't supposed to be happening. They were not a couple. His touch wasn't supposed to send ripples of pleasure through her, even though it was just a slight pressure on her right hand.
At least her mind was off the possibility of a plane crash.
Someone's drink fell from their hands, and Maria jumped. The moment was broken, and she quickly looked away from Michael as he dropped her hand as if it had burnt him.
She heard him mumble something that sounded like 'mud' as he turned back to the window. Shaking her head, she sat back in her seat.
She didn't know what exactly was going on, and nearly screamed when the plane touched down. It was a jolt, and there was a force shoving her back against her seat. Without looking at him, she prayed that Michael wasn't looking at her.
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They stood around the luggage carousel. Michael had his luggage, as did Isabel, but Max and Tess were still waiting for theirs.
"What are we going to do now?" Isabel asked the group.
"The aliens know where we are," Max cautioned.
"New York's a big city," Michael replied, "Besides, let's just make them think that we've flown somewhere else. They'd never think we just stayed right here."
Tess cast a glance at Max who shrugged and replied, "We'll be as safe here as anywhere else, but we need to get out of the airport."
"Um, how much money do we have?" Alex asked hesitantly. "I mean, that might effect where we go next."
"Isabel and I cleaned out our bank accounts," Max replied.
"I have 100$ or so," Tess replied.
"I've got 43$ cash," Liz replied softly.
"I've got a twenty in my pocket," Alex said.
"I've got 35$ in cash," Maria said, "And my bank card in my purse. I've got quite a bit in the account, I haven't taken anything out since about 6 paychecks ago."
Michael looked away, trying to pretend he wasn't embarrassed. He had nothing save a few coins in his pockets.
"Are going to stay in hotels or just live like the homeless?" Isabel asked. "We can afford rooms for awhile at least."
"Let's stay in a hotel for at least a few nights," Max replied.
Nobody had any objections. "Let's go find a cheap place to stay," Isabel said.
"How are we going to get there?" Tess asked hesitantly.
"If you're feet can handle it, I suggest we walk," Maria said poitedly at Tess, "Unless of course you want to shell out the money for a cab."
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