A/N: Allooooo everybody! Sorry, I'm a bit hyper which is strange because only it's 10 in the morning. It's not like I've had anything to drink… yet. Lol. Anyways, many thanks to:

ortain: Oh no! Don't feed Sands to the crocodiles! I'll update, I promise!

KatrinaKaiba: I like that idea. Thank you! No, it's not just you, I would definitely do the same thing. After all, he's smokin hot! Thanks! Oh, you'll definitely hear more about her… she's not giving up anytime soon.

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Chapter 7!

Chapter 7: Plane Rides Are Dangerous

Alison put her forehead to the cold glass of one of the many plane windows. She felt like she was going to be sick. The plane was, apparently, experiencing some turbulence. It felt more like a giant hand was shaking it.

The stewardess passed by and Sands grabbed her arm.

"Hi," Sands said quietly to her. "Could you be a doll and bring us a couple of drinks? It doesn't matter what kind, as long as there's alcohol in them."

The stewardess nodded and winked at Sands, brushing her hand slightly along his thigh. Sands couldn't see the wink but he knew the body language. He grinned broadly at her.

Suddenly, a hand shot out and grabbed the stewardess' hand with an iron grip.

"Look," Alison whispered furiously. "We asked for drinks and yet you're still standing here, attempting to flirt or something, but guess what? You're just coming off as a slut. So fuck off!"

The stewardess hurried away, looking terrified. Sands turned to face Alison, an amused look on his face.

"A little jealous, are we?" He asked, smirking.

"Hardly," Alison snorted. "It's just not a good idea to fuck around with me while I'm on a plane. It makes me very irritable."

"You don't say!" Sands exclaimed. Alison glared hard enough that he could feel it.

"Alright, calm down," he said, smiling still. "I think you're jealous."

Alison leaned her head against the seat, wishing Sands would shut up but it wasn't going to happen. Sands leaned over, coming extremely close to her ear.

"I think you like getting all the attention from me," he said, while snaking his arm around her shoulders.

"Shut up, Sands," Alison said, surprised at the tremble in her voice.

Sands was surprised too. He drew back slightly and frowned in confusion. Alison turned her head and looked out the window, trying to avoid looking at him. His arm returned to its previous placement around her shoulders, his hands caressing her neck slightly.

"Ally," he said softly. "You're not looking at me. Why? Why won't you tell me what's wrong?"

Alison felt like she was melting but she fought it still.

"I-I can't," she faltered.

"Why not?" He asked in the same soft voice.

"Because-"

"Here we go!" The stewardess reappeared, holding their drinks. She carefully passed one to Alison and then to Sands, her gaze lingering on him longer than it should have.

Sands absently took a sip of his drink, still facing Alison. She was still refusing to look at him, her forehead pressed against the window.

The turbulence had stopped long ago and the seatbelt sign was off. So, he Sands undid his and shifted while feeling around until he was kneeling in front of her.

"Come on, Ally," he said. "You used to be able to tell me everything."

"Used to, Sands," Alison said, never tearing her eyes away from the night sky outside. "When we were dating. It's… different now."

"Why?" Sands asked quietly.

"Because Sands!" She burst out before lowering her voice. "Because I can never look at you the same way after what you did to me."

Sands said nothing for a moment before he rested his head in her lap. He felt her tremble underneath him and he sighed.

"I don't want you to be afraid of me, Ally," he said.

"I'm not," Alison said indignantly.

"Aren't you?"

"Well, maybe a little," she admitted, causing Sands to sigh again.

"Look, Ally," he said. "I know that I was never the best boyfriend and I know that I'm not the best business associate right now. I don't deserve you but that doesn't stop me from wanting you."

"How could you possibly want me?" She asked. "You're the one who left me, remember?"

"Of course I remember," Sands snapped before softening his tone. "It was for business, though. It wasn't my fault. I-"

Alison snorted, interrupting him. "Of course it wasn't your fault! Nothing ever is!"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Sands asked quietly, his head snapping up from her lap.

"It means that you were never able to take responsibility, Sands!" Alison exclaimed. To her dismay, unshed tears were beginning to gather in her eyes.

Sands was about to retort something back when he heard her breath hitch in a quiet sob. He carefully lifted his hand to touch her face. He briefly felt the tears streaming down her face before she flinched away.

"Oh Ally," he said regrettably. "Don't do that, sugar, you know how much I can't fucking bear to see, or, well, hear and feel that."

"Oh sure," Alison retorted. "Did you know that I cried for weeks after you left?"

His face tightened at the thought and Alison regretted bringing it up.

"I can't do this right now, Sands," she whispered before getting up and making her way to the washroom.

Alison walked slowly down the aisle, glancing at the people around her. Her eyes met a handsome young man but she broke the eye contact quickly. The man grinned as she walked past and got up to follow her in to the bathroom.

Pain and regret was eating away at Sands. Maybe he should just leave it. She was so hurt, she wasn't going to forgive him.

'No,' he thought forcefully. 'It isn't going to end this way.'

Once in the bathroom, Alison kneeled down with her head in her hands. What was she going to do? It was happening. The one thing she couldn't bear happening. Her old feelings for Sands were resurfacing.

'I can't keep doing this to myself,' she thought. 'I'll just get hurt again.'

Suddenly, the door creaked open. Alison looked up in surprise. She must have forgotten to lock the door. She was even more surprised to see that the person who had just entered was the handsome man she had seen before.

"I'm sorry," Alison said. "Would you mind waiting a minute? I'll be out in a second."

"I didn't come here to use the bathroom," the man sneered. "You don't think I noticed how you were staring at me earlier? You were practically begging me to come in here with you."

Alison was speechless. Eventually, she cleared her throat.

"Uh, I'm sorry," she repeated. "I wasn't trying to do… that."

The man rolled his eyes and the next thing Alison knew, she was pinned up against the bathroom wall. She fought with all her strength but only managed to tire herself out. As the man began forcefully kissing her neck, she felt more tears stream down her face. She closed her eyes.

'Go somewhere else,' she told herself. 'Let your mind wander. Be anywhere but here.'

Suddenly, the door was smashed open. She opened her eyes to see Sands standing there.

"Ally?" He asked. The man pressed up against Alison stopped and turned.

"Excuse me," he snapped. "We're a bit busy here."

Ally watched as Sands' took on a familiar guarded look.

"So fucking sorry," he sneered, turning to leave.

"Sands, wait," Alison choked out. The man turned and slapped her to quiet her down.

Sands stopped dead. He had heard the tears in her voice, the slap on her face. He turned slowly, a murderous look on his face. He pulled a knife out of nowhere and stabbed the man in the temple before he could blink. The man slumped to the floor and Sands made his way over to Alison, who had also slumped down.

"Ally?" Sands said urgently, grabbing her face in his hands. "Talk to me."

Alison hissed as his hand brushed her tender cheek. Sands understood immediately and removed his hand.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, baby," he said, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. Alison closed her eyes, listening to his voice. There was something strange about it.

"Sands?" She asked at last. "What's wrong with you?"

"I said I'd protect you," he replied, sounding almost choked up. "What a great job I've done. You've been hit, almost shot and almost raped."

"Sands," Alison said, smiling slightly. "It's not your fault."

"Yes, it is," he argued. "I should have come after you right away."

"Stop worrying," Alison said faintly. "It's over."

Sands held his tongue as he heard the fatigue in her voice. If only he could tell her it was far from over. He didn't want to worry her with that just yet, though.

"Come on, sugar," Sands said, helping her up and gently wiping the tears from her face. He then took her hand in his and pulled her quickly and roughly out of the bathroom.

"Sands, what the fuck?" Alison asked irritably.

"Shhh," he whispered. "Where's the nearest stewardess?"

"A few feet down the hall," Alison said. "Why?"

"Never mind," Sands said, before stumbling down the hall and pulling Allison with him.

"Sands…?"

"Miss, miss, thank God," Sands said, acting breathless and anxious as he bumped into the stewardess and grabbed her. "We were standing in line for that bathroom when we heard a thump. We opened the door and a man had fallen over in the bathroom. He must have hit his head because he-he's dead."

The stewardess gasped and rushed to the bathroom. She let out a quiet shriek when she looked inside and called the captain. Sands smirked and Alison led them to their seats, rolling her eyes. Sands sat down and pulled Alison down on to his lap. For once, she didn't object.

"That was pretty sneaky, Sands," Alison said, chuckling quietly.

"I know," Sands smirked. He wrapped his arms around Alison, bringing her closer to him. "Now, go to sleep, sugar."

Alison rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. The sound of his breathing and the feeling of his heartbeat lulled her to sleep. She felt at peace for the first time in a very long time.

"Sands?" She murmured sleepily.

"Hmm?"

"I think I love you again," she whispered before drifting off.

Sands sighed. He had known this was coming. And so help him God, he loved her too. But he didn't deserve her. He had left her. Granted, he hadn't wanted to. It had been for business. But he still shouldn't have. So many thoughts were coursing through his mind but he settled to say only two words.

"I know."

A/N: And there you have it! I have to stop now because homework calls and I've already spent a lot of time on this chapter so you better enjoy it! Review!