Disclaimer: I do not own ALIAS, other people and some major corporations
do. Yeah, yeah, yeah, same old rubbish I suppose. Oh, but I do own Cathy
Rossakoff! So no takee!
Catherine sat staring at the instructional video for if the plane was to malfunction or crash or they were to go on autopilot. Or, even, if Sark were to decide that he wanted to fly it himself. Although, she didn't think he had ever flown a plane, and really didn't want to know if he could or not.
"It really doesn't help much." Sark told her, snapping on the seatbelt so the stewardess wouldn't yell at him again.
"Well, just don't try and be all big, bad, blonde terrorist on me, okay?" Catherine requested.
Sark sighed. "Did you really have to include the 'blonde' part?"
"Hmm... yeah," Catherine replied. "Heard any good dumb blonde jokes lately?"
"I have never heard a good dumb blonde joke. I've just heard really stupid ones." Sark told her.
Catherine smiled. "Well, I'm going to change that."
Sark laughed. "I highly doubt that."
"It's a twelve hour flight, Julian. I do believe that I can change your mind in twelve hours." Catherine promised.
"You can try your heart out, Cathy. I won't stop you." Sark replied.
"Don't call me Cathy." Catherine ordered.
"Don't call me Julian." Sark replied.
"Fine," Catherine agreed.
"Fine," Sark echoed.
After the plane had taxied around the runway for a few minutes, Catherine leaned over to Sark.
"What do you call a fly buzzing inside a blonde's head?" She asked.
"I'm not going to answer that." Sark replied.
Catherine sighed. "You just did."
"Did not! Sark protested.
"Uh huh, did so." Catherine argued.
"Just tell me the answer." Sark ordered, returning to the mission plans he had been reading.
"A space invader" Catherine replied.
Sark looked up from his reading and paused before responding. "Not funny." He said.
Catherine sighed. "Fine... What do you call a blonde skeleton in the closet?"
"Dead" Sark replied.
"No duh!" Catherine exclaimed. "And I bet you killed them, too."
"Did not, did not, did not!" Sark whined.
"Stop being such a baby." Catherine ordered.
"Last year's hide and seek champion." Sark muttered, returning to the mission plans.
"No fair!" Catherine exclaimed.
"I've heard them all. You aren't going to fine a dumb blonde joke I've never been told." Sark explained.
"I'm sure there is." Catherine scoffed.
"You won't find one." Sark told her, shaking his head.
"I will, too." Catherine replied. "Just wait."
Catherine sat staring at the instructional video for if the plane was to malfunction or crash or they were to go on autopilot. Or, even, if Sark were to decide that he wanted to fly it himself. Although, she didn't think he had ever flown a plane, and really didn't want to know if he could or not.
"It really doesn't help much." Sark told her, snapping on the seatbelt so the stewardess wouldn't yell at him again.
"Well, just don't try and be all big, bad, blonde terrorist on me, okay?" Catherine requested.
Sark sighed. "Did you really have to include the 'blonde' part?"
"Hmm... yeah," Catherine replied. "Heard any good dumb blonde jokes lately?"
"I have never heard a good dumb blonde joke. I've just heard really stupid ones." Sark told her.
Catherine smiled. "Well, I'm going to change that."
Sark laughed. "I highly doubt that."
"It's a twelve hour flight, Julian. I do believe that I can change your mind in twelve hours." Catherine promised.
"You can try your heart out, Cathy. I won't stop you." Sark replied.
"Don't call me Cathy." Catherine ordered.
"Don't call me Julian." Sark replied.
"Fine," Catherine agreed.
"Fine," Sark echoed.
After the plane had taxied around the runway for a few minutes, Catherine leaned over to Sark.
"What do you call a fly buzzing inside a blonde's head?" She asked.
"I'm not going to answer that." Sark replied.
Catherine sighed. "You just did."
"Did not! Sark protested.
"Uh huh, did so." Catherine argued.
"Just tell me the answer." Sark ordered, returning to the mission plans he had been reading.
"A space invader" Catherine replied.
Sark looked up from his reading and paused before responding. "Not funny." He said.
Catherine sighed. "Fine... What do you call a blonde skeleton in the closet?"
"Dead" Sark replied.
"No duh!" Catherine exclaimed. "And I bet you killed them, too."
"Did not, did not, did not!" Sark whined.
"Stop being such a baby." Catherine ordered.
"Last year's hide and seek champion." Sark muttered, returning to the mission plans.
"No fair!" Catherine exclaimed.
"I've heard them all. You aren't going to fine a dumb blonde joke I've never been told." Sark explained.
"I'm sure there is." Catherine scoffed.
"You won't find one." Sark told her, shaking his head.
"I will, too." Catherine replied. "Just wait."