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He was doing this for her.
He had tried everything he could think of to get over her. To get over the fact that the only thing he had worth living for was gone.
He should have known it was too good to last. Tony Almeida was never an optimistic person. He knew how the world worked. He was a realist. Action A ended with Action B. He never believed in destiny or any of the silly notions of soul mates. That is, of course, till he met her.
She came into his life when he was, at the time, at his lowest point. He had just gotten over a very eye opening life lesson. He didn't want another relationship. He had given up all hope of a happily ever after. And then came Michelle Dessler.
He still gives a knowing smile when he thinks about the first time they met. She had come to CTU looking for a fresh start. At the time he didn't know it, but she had also had her own dose of reality and needed something to occupy what had become a harder to live time of her life. She reached out her hand and the moment he touched her he knew. It was something tangible, this thing between them. He could see it in her eyes; she'd felt the same thing he did. He didn't know what it was, but it was strong.
He stood in front of the monitor, completing the scan he needed to make a connection. Everything he did today had a purpose. Back to Action A ending with Action B. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Today he would ensure the opposite reaction. They had started this. They had brought this on themselves. His sacrifice, loss and suffering had been the equal action. Now…now he was ensuring the opposite reaction.
The morning they took her away had been like every other morning. They had a meeting later on that day, but she wanted to get up early to go down to the beach. No matter what time of year it was, if it was sunny enough for a morning beach walk, he was dragged into one. He complained of course, saying he wanted more sleep. Secretly she knew he loved it and she was right. She could have easily asked him to walk on the Sun and he'd do it. She had woken him with a kiss which quickly turned into lazy love making. Taking his time with her, Tony treasured every moment he was able to touch her. He never thought he'd have this again; this woman who controlled his very essence.
He thinks about their love making now. It's been two years. Two years, three months, four days and 17 hours. He would rather cut off his hands than touch another. He wouldn't do that to her. He wouldn't taint what they had with anyone who didn't deserve to breathe the same air as her.
He was doing this for her.
Tony stood from the monitor and donned the headset that would put him in direct contact with the pilot.
"Are we in their system?"
"Yes sir. You will be talking directly with the cockpit. They won't have a clue it isn't air traffic control."
Tony closes his eyes and he sees her. She's standing there with him, begging him not to do this; begging him to just walk away. Walk away and live his life for her, in the way she knows he's capable of if he would only let himself feel again. She's been there with him ever since that day. Ever since that day, when he closes his eyes she's there and it takes a part of his soul with every appearance. She knows it's futile. He knows it's futile. This had been set in motion a long time ago.
With a final look at her, Tony opens his eyes and switches on the headset.
"USA117, this is northeast three. Maintain one 500."
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
They had started this.
He was doing this for her.