Summary: Ariadne hates the fact that Dom still hasn't woken up on the plane. Short one*shot.

Author's Note: I saw something like this on another movie thingy and I was like, "I just HAVE to do this." And this is what I came up with from them. THIS TIME! Dedications to Lobsters forever, and Voldemort's Spawn.

Yes, I refuse to think otherwise that he was stuck but I like the idea.

Enjoy!

Sweet Dreams

Ariadne looked over at Dom; his head was against the seat. His eyes must've been closed, she couldn't tell since his head was (of course) facing the opposite away. Her small face held a frown upon it and her eyes darted to Arthur. He was sitting there, his eyes down, holding no sign of worry or concern for Dom but Ariadne somehow knew that it was there.

Ariadne felt the urge to ask him how much longer it was until they landed but she decided against it, the answer would make her worry even more. Her eyes were shut as her head spun around to the window. He didn't wake up like he promised, he didn't do a lot that he promised, did he? And he was about to break another one…

He promised he would return to his children – didn't he or was that just what Ariadne thought? Either way, it was still a promise to be kept and if he didn't promise to wake up, he couldn't keep that promise ever again.

She spun her head back around and she started to feel herself sink in her seat. She didn't care anymore. She didn't care how weak she looked in front of anyone right know; she even wanted to join him in Limbo.

Ariadne's eyes met Dom's figure once again and she sighed. Please, just wake up! Her silent plea couldn't escape her lips and she felt weak once again.

She felt light-headed and dizzy when she heard Arthur's voice.

"He's not going to wake up."

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I. Cannot. Write. Anything. But. Angst. For. This. Couple! It's like the thing is saying, "Come to me, Anna! Join the dark side, we have cookies!" Err, yeah. Please review. =]

-Anna-