The ride to the plane was silent except for Arthur and Dom talking in the front. I was in the back with my brother Eames. I was looking out the window when I felt a presence looming over me with a low voice,
"Have you told him yet?" I whipped around to look at my brother. I looked to see Arthur and Dom deep in conversation.
"Told who what?" I gave him a sly smile and he simply rolled his eyes,
"If you don't tell him by the end of this trip I will." My eyes widened a little,
"You wouldn't." He raised and eye brow with a smug grin,
"Wouldn't I?" I glared at him,
"You would." He smiled triumphantly. I rolled my eyes and leaned my head against the window. Slowly my eyes began to close and I drifted into a sleep. Dreams never really came anymore. They were but a distant memory. After you do this job for a certain amount of time you tend to loose your own sense of dreaming without being hooked up. So I slept with no dreams.
I felt cool air hit my face and someone shake me slightly,
"Sher. Sherri." It was a male's voice. Not British but American. Dom or Arthur. Had to be. "Sherri if you don't get up I'm going to drag you out." Dom. I opened my eyes to see those blue eyes staring back. I groaned and unhooked my seatbelt. "Finally!"
"Shut up Dom." He laughed and I followed him through the airport.
"About time love! I thought you were going to sleep the whole day away! Not even prince charming here could wake you up." Arthur's face faltered a little but he quickly regained his calm cool composer. I glared at Eames who simply laughed.
"There is one thing I've been meaning to ask you." Dom's eyes showed a bit of worry in them, "What's going to happen when Fischer sees you?" I let out a sigh,
"Dom, Fischer isn't my problem. Browning is. If anything Fischer will be uncomfortable or even sorry."
"Would he report you to the police?" I shook my head,
"No. He knows I'm the best in the business. He wouldn't try it." He shook his head and we began to board the plane. I went on first and found my seat closer to the front of the cabin. Arthur sat behind me and Eames was at the back of the cabin. Fischer walked in and my brother blocked him. When he realized he was blocking the way he moved and picked his pocket. He kept moving forward. Crap. He was going to end up sitting by me. I stared out the window hoping he wouldn't notice me.
"Sherri?" Crap. I turned my head and gave him a weak but still surprising smile,
"Oh, hey Mr. Fischer." He looked to the ground then back to me,
"You can call me Robert. What are you doing here?"
"I'm going back to America. Meeting my boyfriend and looking for a new job." He nodded his head.
"Look, I'm sorry about what happened-"
"Robert. What's done is done. I'm moving on." He touched my arm and I hissed a little in pain,
"I am sorry about that." I nodded my head and Dom took over,
"Excuse me…" I focused my attention out the window until the flight attendant came around with the sedative drinks. I smiled at her and took a nice big gulp of it and soon enough I drifted off.