Heathrow International Airport - 7:39AM, GMT (local time)

[mparkerceo]

Parker didn't sleep much on the corporate jet. Too much to think about, and too much to worry about.

And then the stupid jet had to stop in England for refueling, and the even stupider weather kept them grounded.

So she's sitting in the Executive Lounge, cranky and sleepless, watching it rain.

*ring*

[...and oh yeah, NFB due to distance.]

Comments

[needsaparrot]

"Parker?" That'd be Xander's voice, a little sleepy, like he'd just woke up in the middle of the night. Because he had.

[mparkerceo]

"Hunh?" Parker blinked at the phone, then put it back to her ear. "Xander? What's happened? Why are you calling? Is Bridge okay?"

[bridge_carson]

Bridge *had* been asleep, but when Xander had pulled away to dial Parker, that sudden absence-of-warm-body-next-to-him was enough to wake him up. "Xander? S'goinon?" he mutters, reaching out to try and pull him back.

[needsaparrot]

Xander murmured something probably unintelligible from across the Atlantic, and then into the phone, he said, "Everything's fine. I was just checking."

[mparkerceo]

"Oh. Ohhhhh." Which gets Parker, it really does, that kind of warm-and-fuzzy feeling like a blanket hitting her faster than she'd ever expected. "I'm still here, Xander. Just on the other side of the ocean." She grinned. "Close enough to touch, almost."

[needsaparrot]

"I think there might be some objection to that at the moment," Xander answered, yawning.

[mparkerceo]

"God, Xander. Go back to sleep. It's the middle of the night there, not just ungodly early and English, like it is here."

[needsaparrot]

"Night, Parker. Don't take any wooden crumpets." It makes sense at 3 a.m., okay?

[mparkerceo]

"Night, Xander." And softer, "Thanks for checking. Talk to you when I'm in Moscow."