Hey guys...I'm back! Due to much pestering and pushing from a couple friends...
Thanks for sticking by me, and I really appreciate all of your kind reviews. This is all I could manage for now, but there's more to come!
Previously:
An hour after take off, the pair settled into easy conversation.
As they talked, Alex noticed that the elder was inconspicuously tracking a certain female flight attendant as she doted on the other passengers. But as the teen opened his mouth to question him, Yassen casually got up and made his way to the lavatory. As he reached the door, he pulled the lovely lady in with him, making sure that nobody else noticed.
'Nobody' as in, excluding Alex.
"I should have known," the Rider scoffed silently. "He's always the best at everything, that probably includes being president of the Mile High Club as well…"
Chapter 6: Green-Eyed Monster
Yassen made his way to the lavatory as the woman he'd been watching carefully caught his eye and started moving toward his position slowly. They entered the small bathroom together and Yassen saw Alex out of the corner of his eye giving him a stern glare. After he'd pulled the woman safely from view, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The lady chuckled softly. "What's gotten you all riled up, Dorogoy?" (1)
The ex-assassin palmed his eyes wearily. "You have no idea, Mishka (2)," he whispered back.
"There is nobody suspicious aboard this flight," Michelle, the woman, continued. "If that settles your worries some."
"Yes, yes it does," Yassen cracked a smile. "Thank you."
Michelle pulled the man into a firm hug, "Dorogoy, you have not changed at all since we were little." Running her hands over Yassen's face, tracing the faint bags under his eyes, Michelle smirked. "Who is that boy with you? He seemed…apprehensive when you pulled me in."
"He is the companion I told you about," Yassen admitted. "He thinks I like to have my way with women."
"Does he know that you like men?" the woman laughed softly.
The Gregorovich glared at her, "Its not something that is discussed on a daily basis."
"Yet, you do have feelings for him, do you not?"
Yassen sat down on the closed lid of the toilet, "Its more complicated than that."
"Oh, is it because he is a minor?" Michelle wouldn't let up.
"No," Yassen paused. "I mean, yes, but it's…it involves John."
Michelle's eyes widened. She was the only person that Yassen had confided in when it had anything to do with John Rider. "Is the boy his son? Is he John Rider's son?"
Yassen quickly shush-ed the woman, "Yes, I'm afraid so…"
"I see," Michelle pondered. "Well, is he interested in you?"
"I-" Yassen scowled. "I don't know…he keeps dropping hints, but it could just be a phase. …I killed his uncle, Mishka, his feelings are very conflicted."
Michelle quickly recovered her wits, "I shall see for myself later. As for my report, none of the people on this plane seem to be involved with Mr. B or Scorpia. Anya and Mai have just finished their rounds and Sebastian managed to worm his way into security and did a brief background check on every passenger."
"Very good, you did well," Yassen acknowledged. "Be careful after we land, we are not far ahead of the enemy."
"I understand," Michelle smiled. "You take care of yourself and the boy. Now, Dorogoy, I believe we've taken up enough time."
Yassen stood up to leave, "Yes. Stay safe, Mishka."
Alex bit his tongue as Yassen sat down in the seat next to him looking utterly perfect and unruffled. "So how was it?" he inquired sardonically.
The elder just stared hard at the Rider for a moment before muttering, "I don't know what you're talking about, Alex."
"Tch," the younger huffed. "Don't pretend that you didn't just ha-" He paused as Michelle came over with salted peanuts and orange juice.
"Anything?" she asked pleasantly, treating Yassen with the same doting air as everybody else.
"I'll have some water, thank you," the Russian said gently and the flight attendant went to fetch it immediately.
Alex glared at her, 'Why was Yassen so nice to her? What made her so special?' He scowled and turned away as she came back with a bottle of water, carefully pouring its contents into a plastic cup and handing it to the elder.
"And you, young man?" Michelle directed towards Alex.
"I'm fine, thanks," the Rider replied icily.
Michelle quirked a brow, "Are you sure? Why not have some juice, I'm sure you're thirsty."
Alex frowned deepened, "I said I didn't want any-"
"Some juice would be good," Yassen interrupted sharply. "You'll have to excuse his bad manners, he's just going through his rebellious phase right now…"
The two shared a knowing look as Alex flushed bright red at the stern tone.
Michelle poured some juice for Alex and set it on his fold out table, where it remained untouched. After, she put a hand on Yassen's shoulder, much to Alex's chagrin, and murmured, "If you need anything, just call me, alright?"
Yassen reached up and patted her hand lightly, "Of course." 'Be careful, take care of yourself first.'
The woman smiled, 'I will.' And went on to serve the other passengers.
Yassen turned to Alex. "What has gotten into you?"
"Me? Nothing's wrong with me!" the Rider hissed. "But you can't just go fucking every woman that catches your eye!"
"Is that what this is about?" Yassen asked, incredulous.
Alex's eyes flashed.
The Russian only sat back and chuckled, "I didn't have sex with her, Alex."
The Rider blinked. "Then…what just happened?"
"I received a report from her," Yassen replied smoothly. "And I see you're still confused. She has been a close friend of mine for many years, I've known her since I was very young."
"I didn't…sorry," Alex muttered, flushing as he turned away to look out the window.
"You know," Yassen continued, "If there's something wrong, you can tell me. This arrangement won't work if we can't trust each other."
"It's nothing," Alex mumbled. 'Why was I so jealous of her?'
"If you're sure," Yassen reassured. "We've still got a long way to go, take a nap."
"Alright," the Rider replied, shifting to hesitantly lay his head on the Russian's shoulder. When Yassen only adjusted to accommodate the extra weight, Alex sighed softly and drifted off to sleep.
Yassen hid his surprise well as Alex gently rested against his arm. And refused to jerk as his cell-phone vibrated in his pocket soon after. It was a text message from Michelle:
He's in head over heels for you. I mean it.
The Russian smiled softly and opened his laptop.
1: Russian for 'darling/dear' correct me if I'm wrong.
2: Term of endearment...like Sashka.
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