Characters: M/L
Rating: eh.. I'm not very good with all the US ratings.. so I would say G or at least the same rating than the show.. ;0)
Disclaimer: i own nothing. i know that, you know that, everyone knows that ! !
Summary: France is strike-bound (lol, don't have enough fingers to count how many times it happens) and max and liz are waiting for their flights to go back to the States.... If you want to know more, you'll have to read!!!
A/N: the title is from the film "Décalage horaire" (jet lag in french) with Jean Reno and Juliette Binoche
Prologue :
Roissy-Charles De Gaulle Airport :
Looking around, the tall man seemed surprised to see the place not as packed as usual . But his questions were answered when he heard a soft voice resonating in the speakers :
"ladies and gentlemen, we regret to inform you that all the flights have been cancelled due to a national strike. For more informations, please ask your airline compagny or your travel agency "
"Shit!" he cursed, "that's all I needed !!!"
Of course, there had to be quite a crowd waiting for their turn in front of the counter of the American airlines company. Trying not to bump into people looking lost and shocked, he finally reached his destination.
After a few minutes of standing in line, his turn eventually arrived and when the flight attendant looked up, her annoyance disappeared and was replaced by a large smile. "How can I help you ,sir?" she said in a sugary voice. "Do you know when I would be able to fly back to NY?" "I am sorry sir. All the French personnel of the airport gave a strike notice for 2 days but they could stop at any minute or even prolong it if they want to." "How come no one seems to know about this strike notice?" She let out a flirtatious giggle, and answered : "As a lot of foreigners, it seems that you haven't watched French news.", while looking him over, she noticed his suit, his small suitcase and his briefcase. For her, he was the embodiment of the successful businessman. To keep the conversation going with this handsome specimen, she added with a fluttering of her eyelashes: "Do you happen to have a ticket for the first class compartment?" "Yes, I do" he replied while giving her a questionning look. "In those situations, if nothing has changed by tonight, the company generally offers a room in a 3 stars hotel to its first class passengers."
Giving her one of his half-smiles, he said a thank-you before going back with the other unfortunate passengers.Thinking about this major change of plan, he took his phone out of his pocket, started to dial a number and almost run into a short brunnette woman. He heard her starting to insult him but neither looked back nor respond, he had more important things in mind. "Hello, Pam, it's me.."
"lady and gentleman, we regret to inform you that all the flights have been cancelled due to a national strike. For more informations, please ask your airline compagny or your travel agency "
A young brown-eyed woman walked across the airport. It was all she needed: a strike. How long would it last ?? She had to get the hell away from here. Other matters had occupied her mind, making her forget to check the news. It was simply predictable. Nothing could go right for once. She would have to put up with the delay, she thought, making a face. She bought a newspaper at a kiosk and made her way toward the coffee machine. She had spotted her new best friend quite quickly. What could be more welcoming than caffeine in a moment like this?? She waited, deep in thought, for the cup to be filled. Would the strike continue until the night or could a miracle happen ?? "I want to take a bath.." she mumbled "a hot bubble bath to forget this crappy reality.. " She let out a sigh. Then the realisation hit her. "Oh no!" She muttered. No bath until she was home.That meant not until countless hours of strike and a dozen hours of flight.. "Urk! Not what I have planned..". She looked up and saw an old man watching her like she had grown a second head. "What? Never seen someone in deep conversation with themselves?" Did everyone have something against her?
She was going to take a sip of her coffee when a man slighty jostled her from behind, enough to make her coffee "dance" in its cup. "If it spills over on me, I swear.." She looked up and saw that the tall man was still going without a word of apology. Not able to contain herself, she shouted "You jerk! Can't even say sorry ??" and noticing the cell in his hand she added "Hope your battery is gonna die during your so-important conversation, you bastard!". He ignored her completely but it had calmed her down to say a few bad words. However she was still wishing to 'meet' him again just to make him swallow his phone. She smiled at the thought while she walked away.
TBC.
Rating: eh.. I'm not very good with all the US ratings.. so I would say G or at least the same rating than the show.. ;0)
Disclaimer: i own nothing. i know that, you know that, everyone knows that ! !
Summary: France is strike-bound (lol, don't have enough fingers to count how many times it happens) and max and liz are waiting for their flights to go back to the States.... If you want to know more, you'll have to read!!!
A/N: the title is from the film "Décalage horaire" (jet lag in french) with Jean Reno and Juliette Binoche
Prologue :
Roissy-Charles De Gaulle Airport :
Looking around, the tall man seemed surprised to see the place not as packed as usual . But his questions were answered when he heard a soft voice resonating in the speakers :
"ladies and gentlemen, we regret to inform you that all the flights have been cancelled due to a national strike. For more informations, please ask your airline compagny or your travel agency "
"Shit!" he cursed, "that's all I needed !!!"
Of course, there had to be quite a crowd waiting for their turn in front of the counter of the American airlines company. Trying not to bump into people looking lost and shocked, he finally reached his destination.
After a few minutes of standing in line, his turn eventually arrived and when the flight attendant looked up, her annoyance disappeared and was replaced by a large smile. "How can I help you ,sir?" she said in a sugary voice. "Do you know when I would be able to fly back to NY?" "I am sorry sir. All the French personnel of the airport gave a strike notice for 2 days but they could stop at any minute or even prolong it if they want to." "How come no one seems to know about this strike notice?" She let out a flirtatious giggle, and answered : "As a lot of foreigners, it seems that you haven't watched French news.", while looking him over, she noticed his suit, his small suitcase and his briefcase. For her, he was the embodiment of the successful businessman. To keep the conversation going with this handsome specimen, she added with a fluttering of her eyelashes: "Do you happen to have a ticket for the first class compartment?" "Yes, I do" he replied while giving her a questionning look. "In those situations, if nothing has changed by tonight, the company generally offers a room in a 3 stars hotel to its first class passengers."
Giving her one of his half-smiles, he said a thank-you before going back with the other unfortunate passengers.Thinking about this major change of plan, he took his phone out of his pocket, started to dial a number and almost run into a short brunnette woman. He heard her starting to insult him but neither looked back nor respond, he had more important things in mind. "Hello, Pam, it's me.."
"lady and gentleman, we regret to inform you that all the flights have been cancelled due to a national strike. For more informations, please ask your airline compagny or your travel agency "
A young brown-eyed woman walked across the airport. It was all she needed: a strike. How long would it last ?? She had to get the hell away from here. Other matters had occupied her mind, making her forget to check the news. It was simply predictable. Nothing could go right for once. She would have to put up with the delay, she thought, making a face. She bought a newspaper at a kiosk and made her way toward the coffee machine. She had spotted her new best friend quite quickly. What could be more welcoming than caffeine in a moment like this?? She waited, deep in thought, for the cup to be filled. Would the strike continue until the night or could a miracle happen ?? "I want to take a bath.." she mumbled "a hot bubble bath to forget this crappy reality.. " She let out a sigh. Then the realisation hit her. "Oh no!" She muttered. No bath until she was home.That meant not until countless hours of strike and a dozen hours of flight.. "Urk! Not what I have planned..". She looked up and saw an old man watching her like she had grown a second head. "What? Never seen someone in deep conversation with themselves?" Did everyone have something against her?
She was going to take a sip of her coffee when a man slighty jostled her from behind, enough to make her coffee "dance" in its cup. "If it spills over on me, I swear.." She looked up and saw that the tall man was still going without a word of apology. Not able to contain herself, she shouted "You jerk! Can't even say sorry ??" and noticing the cell in his hand she added "Hope your battery is gonna die during your so-important conversation, you bastard!". He ignored her completely but it had calmed her down to say a few bad words. However she was still wishing to 'meet' him again just to make him swallow his phone. She smiled at the thought while she walked away.
TBC.