DISCLAIMER: I don't own Alias or any of its hilarious characters. Though I do wish I thought of Marshall and Sark myself. God, I get sick of saying this.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a funny chapter, I laughed out loud while writing it. Well me, (Nicole) while I was editing it. Mainly because Annabelle wrote "how embarrassing" alot in the chapter before I changed it. Ha. Ok, enjoy and review!
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Chapter Five
"I can't feel my hand Marshall."
"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to. I just get little nervy. Do you think this belt is tight enough? I have it on the tightest but still it feels just the teensiest weensiest loose, I might just get the flight attendant-"
"Marshall. No. Calm down. Your belt is fine, for most of the flight, you don't even need to have it on."
"Not have it on? Sydney, are you mad? What if the engines suddenly go into over drive and we are left to cling to our chairs in fear as we plunge towards the ocean? The gravitational force of the air pumping through our ears and mouths will not enable us to move very well, if at all, leaving us to perish with no seatbelt on! I think I would like to have my belt on then, Sydney."
She looked down at her belt. She tightened it nervously as Marshall opened and closed his mouth, making clanking noises with his teeth. She turned to him.
"I can't handle the pressure change that well."
"Just hold your fingers to your ears-"
The engine of the plane started. Two little kids across from Sydney and Marshall giggled to themselves with excitement. Marshall looked over at them.
"Why are they laughing? What's funny? What's that noise, Sydney? Is the plane about to start, like, flying? Oh God. I need a vomit bag, I need a –"
"VOMIT BAG!" Sydney screamed. A flight attendant ran to her side. Sydney snatched it out of her hands and handed it to Marshall just in time.
"You might want to get us a few more of those. Long flight and all." Sydney said lamely.