Business Trip
Rating: PG
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Hours
Notes: Table 4-Time of the 12 Stories challenge.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Stacey's got to go out of town.
03: Hours
“How long will you be gone?” Dale asked, casting a plaintive eye her way.
“Two days. It’s not that long,” Stacey replied. She rearranged a stack of shirts to see if she could fit more of her tools and gadgets into the suitcase, then changed her mind and put them back.
“How long is the trip over?”
She arched an eyebrow. “Why on Earth do you want to know that?”
“Nosy, mostly,” he admitted.
She rolled her eyes and continued rearranging her suitcase. “About two hours, then a ten minute shuttle to the London Academy. Two and a half hours, with waiting.”
“Oh.”
She snapped her suitcase shut and moved to set it by the door. Dale pulled it from her hands with a kiss.
“Do you really have to go?” he sighed.
“Yes. It’s part of the deal.” She had agreed to report back to the Academy once a month, and her number was up to return. Dale didn’t like it and neither, really, did she, but it wasn’t as though she was leaving forever, she rationalized.
Still, his kisses were convincing.
Maybe she could talk the Deans into letting her skip next month’s.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Hours
Notes: Table 4-Time of the 12 Stories challenge.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Stacey's got to go out of town.
03: Hours
“How long will you be gone?” Dale asked, casting a plaintive eye her way.
“Two days. It’s not that long,” Stacey replied. She rearranged a stack of shirts to see if she could fit more of her tools and gadgets into the suitcase, then changed her mind and put them back.
“How long is the trip over?”
She arched an eyebrow. “Why on Earth do you want to know that?”
“Nosy, mostly,” he admitted.
She rolled her eyes and continued rearranging her suitcase. “About two hours, then a ten minute shuttle to the London Academy. Two and a half hours, with waiting.”
“Oh.”
She snapped her suitcase shut and moved to set it by the door. Dale pulled it from her hands with a kiss.
“Do you really have to go?” he sighed.
“Yes. It’s part of the deal.” She had agreed to report back to the Academy once a month, and her number was up to return. Dale didn’t like it and neither, really, did she, but it wasn’t as though she was leaving forever, she rationalized.
Still, his kisses were convincing.
Maybe she could talk the Deans into letting her skip next month’s.