I Just Want To Get Home
Alex Rider Fan Fic
Chapter Six
Take off
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Alex had made it to the plane with out any more run-ins from Scropia. The plane was large. They were flying via British Airways to get home, so everything had a either blue or red colour. The seats were in a flat bed style, though it made little difference to Alex. Sitting down by the window he felt like all he could do was sleep, despite having all the hospital rest. But with his minded still racing he was sure that was the one thing he would have trouble with.
The business section on the plane was not as busy as Alex might have thought. Few people seemed to be flying to England. Spare seats were dotted all around the cabin. Some people had their laptops out and were busy writing messages before they had to switch them off. Some had their heads in a book, or like Crawley, reading the safety card. Alex just looked out the window, watching people hurry around outside like ants. In front of him were a girl and her Granddad and behind was a middle-aged man reading. Alex had an empty seat next to him. Crawley was sat on the row across, still dressed in his blue blazer. Alex was sure he should be counting paperclips or something not working for MI6, or what ever he did there. He just didn't look the MI6 type. But nor was Alex really. Who would believe a teenage boy was a spy. Not many, his own friend had believed him, Tom but Sabrina. He wasn't sure what Sabrina believed.
Alex didn't pay much attention to the air-hostess as they ran through the safety procedures that were listed on the safety card. It couldn't be as dangerous as taking off to go in to space. Jacket, pull, and jump. Got it. He was glad when he heard the captain tell the air-hostess to prepare for take off. It would mean he was one step closer to home and one step away from Gordon Ross.
It didn't take long for the plane to get in to the air. Alex was trying not to laugh at poor Crawley who sat with his eyes screwed shut. If Crawley didn't like planes why was he sent to get Alex? What was going on back at MI6 HQ? Alex shook his head trying to dislodge the thoughts. MI6 was the last thing he wanted to think about right now.
It had taken a while for the plane to level off and for the seat belt seat to turn off. Getting out of his seat he wanted to stretch his legs. Heading towards the plane toilets. Which he hated for some reason. He could never stand the sound they make when they flushed. He just wanted to be away from Crawley's eyes for a while.
He sat on the toilet seat lid for a while. Glad to be by himself. Out side he could hear the muffled sounds of someone complaining about not being able to use the business class toilets. Thinking Crawly would start to worry if he fell down the loo he opened the door, letting it slide shut behind him.
His eyes widen and he was suddenly glad he didn't come out a few moments ago. He couldn't see the mans face, only his bright red hair. He hoped it wasn't Gordon. He really did.
White-faced Alex returned to his seat. The man in front had moved leaving his granddaughter by herself which Alex found odd. Crawley gave him a funny look but he turned and looked out the window, hoping the plane would land soon, even though he knew it wouldn't.
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A/N: Sorry it's a short one. I'll try and make the next one longer.
Also sorry about all the spelling mistakes. Suck at spelling. I'm actually surprised I passed my English exam with good grades with the way I spell lol
Thanks for all the reviews didn't think my story would be as popular as it is