A/N: Hallelujah! I've updated! I know it's been months and I'm really sorry about that. I haven't had much time to spare or interest in OUATIM lately, but in the last couple days, I've been dying to update, so here I am.

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Chapter 3: Trying To Travel

A few days later, Alison was sprawled out on an uncomfortable cot, asleep. Sands smirked at her snores. A few minutes later, a doctor walked in and gently tapped Alison on the shoulder. She jerked awake and the doctor jumped back, startled.

"Uh, Miss Welkin?" He asked with a thick accent.

"Yes, yes, what is it?" Alison asked irritably. She had been through days of bad food, uncomfortable sleep and Sands.

"Mr. Sands can now be taken home," the doctor explained. "We've done everything we can for him."

"Ok, thank you," Alison said, standing up and yawning as Sands was helped in to a wheelchair. Alison pushed him outside and signaled for a cab. She helped Sands inside the car.

"Ooohh, I love it when you take care of me, Ally," Sands drawled.

"Shut up," Alison said, pushing him inside.

Once both of them were settled inside, Alison told the cab driver where to go.

"Why are we going to a hotel?" Sands asked.

"Because, Sands," Alison said wearily. "I'm tired and hungry and I'm not going on a frigging plane just yet."

Sands got quiet and Alison sighed in relief. She put her head back and closed her eyes. She didn't think that the people at that hospital realized how damn uncomfortable their cots were!

Just as she was dozing off, Alison felt a cool hand on the bare skin of the thigh under her skirt. She opened her eyes and looked at Sands. He was very still, though she couldn't tell whether he was asleep or not because of the dark shades.

"Sands?" She said loudly. "I know you're not asleep."

Silence.

Sands!" She said irritably.

Silence.

"Fine!" She picked up his hand and shoved it at him. He didn't move. Maybe he really was asleep. She turned her head to look out the window and before she knew it, one of Sands arms was wrapped around her waist, the other was back on her thigh and his head was resting on her shoulder.

"You're unbelievable," Alison said, shaking her head.

Sands moved closer to her and whispered, "If you mean in bed, then yes." He then began to nibble on her neck.

"Sands-" Alison started and then stopped when he reached a certain spot on her neck. He was the only one who had ever found it.

"Ah," Sands whispered. "I have an excellent memory."

Suddenly, Alison realized that the taxi had stopped and the driver was staring at them. She took a deep breath and shoved Sands off her as hard as she could.

"Get off me," she said. "We're here."

Alison got out of the car and pulled Sands with her. She quickly entered the hotel and asked the woman at the front desk for two rooms.

"I'm sorry, there's only one room available and it's a suite," the woman said.

"Of course," Alison muttered. "Can you-"

"That's fine," Sands interjected loudly. "We'll take that."

The woman smiled and handed him the key. Alison wrenched the key from him and began to walk towards the elevator, Sands stumbling along beside her.

"Must we walk so goddamn fast?" He asked angrily.

"Yes," Alison replied shortly, pulling him in the elevator with her and pressing the up button.

"Elevator," Sands said when the machine started moving. "I like elevators."

He discreetly placed his hand on Alison's lower back and began moving it in light circles.

"Must you always touch me?" Alison asked him.

"Apologies," he said, grinning. He stopped moving his hand for about ten seconds before he started up again. Just as he began to move lower, the doors opened.

"Thank God," Alison muttered, stepping out and pulling Sands with her.

"Jesus, you're rough aren't you?" Sands asked, smirking.

Alison rolled her eyes and found their room. She unlocked it and she and Sands stepped inside.

"How is it?" Sands asked.

"Not bad at all," Alison said, nodding approvingly. It was well furnished but had only one bed.

"Ok, I'll take the couch and you can have the bed," Alison said.

"We could share-" Sands said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

No Sands," Alison said firmly. "And just for suggesting it, you get to find your own way over there."

"Fuck," Sands muttered. He began stumbling around as Alison sat down heavily on the sofa. She kicked off her shoes and lay down, falling asleep instantly.

Ten minutes later, Alison felt an annoying poking in her stomach. She opened her weary eyes to find Sands' face right in front of hers.

"Jesus!" She cried, sitting up quickly. "You scared the shit out of me."

Sands said nothing, just plopped down on the couch and pulled her in to his lap.

"Sands," she whined. "What do you want? Why can't you let me sleep?"

"I'll let you sleep after we fuck," he said, sucking on her neck. Alison sighed and Sands smirked. "Like that, don't you?"

"Sands, stop it," Alison said quietly. "Why do you do this to me? I agreed to help you in a strictly business sense."

"Oh, please," Sands said, laughing softly. "What did you expect, sugar? I did used to fuck you, you know."

"Used to," Alison said, pushing his face away from her neck. "As in, not anymore." She tried to get up but he pulled her back down.

"Now, hold on," Sands said, the humor leaving his face. "We're not finished here."

"Fuck you," Alison hissed, standing up.

Sands said nothing for a long time. Alison could see the hardness in his face from her spot right in front of him and his silence was beginning to make her nervous. Suddenly, he stood and slapped her.

Alison gasped as she stumbled back and touched the sensitive skin of her cheek. Tears welled in her eyes.

'Don't cry,' she thought. 'This has happened before. Don't look weak.'

Alison saw that his face had softened and that he was about to apologize but she didn't care. She kicked him in the balls. Hard. Then she shoved him on to the bed, strode out of the room and slammed the door. She needed a drink.

A couple hours and several shots later, Alison stumbled back in to the suite with a young and handsome man she had met a few minutes earlier. Jesus, she was hammered. The equally drunk man pressed her against the closed door and began to kiss her passionately. He stopped, however, when he heard a gun cock behind him and then felt the cold metal against the back of his head. He turned slowly to see Sands standing there, his head cocked, the gun still pointed steadily at him.

"Get out," Sands said quietly and coldly. "Now."

The man nodded and quickly scurried out of the room.

Alison giggled. "Oh, damn," she said drunkenly. "There goes my fuck."

Sands put his gun away and pressed against her roughly.

"Where the fuck have you been?" he asked, furious. "I've been waiting for fucking hours, not knowing where the fuck you were and not being able to get up and fucking look for you."

Alison wasn't intimidated. She remained calm. "I was having a couple drinks," she said. "It eases the pain in my face. I was also talking to a nice young man named Dan. He told me he never once hit a woman."

Sands sighed, loosened his grip a tiny bit, and let his head fall against her shoulder. He was suddenly very tired.

"Don't get me wrong," Alison rambled on. "I'm not scared of you and I'm not being weak, but ouch. You aren't allowed to hit me. Especially now that we're not together."

Sands sighed again and placed a gentle kiss on her injured cheek. "I know. I'm sorry, sugarbutt. I lost it."

"Yeah, well," Alison said. "The next time you lose it, you're going be losing something else in an unfortan… unfortunen… unfortunate butcher knife accident."

Sands shuddered. "Fair enough. Now, come on. You're fucking drunk and I'm fucking blind. We're sharing the bed."

Alison laughed as Sands led them slowly to the bed.

A/N: A long chapter to make up for lost time. I promise to update quicker next time. Review!