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[He'd drove all night, habitually remembering to drink from the cold flask of cheap coffee he'd picked up from a diner and even more habitually to chew on aspirin. He had to keep the pain in his arm at bay, occasionally it would spasm causing him to jerk the wheel to one side. His eyes were aching, and either that was because of the exhaustion or the emotions which were rattling around in his head, both of which weren't things he was able to take care of right then.

He'd eventually caved in and put on the radio, listening to some random popular music station so he wasn't left with just his own thoughts. He didn't exactly enjoy the music but it was better than utter silence, every now and again he'd press a wad of napkins against his temple, which had crusted over but wasn't entirely finished bleeding yet.

Finally reaching the town he'd left Owen in earlier that day, or actually the day before considering it was now five in the morning, he could've simply ran but he'd either end up running into a wall or phasing half way through one and winding up dead.

He parked the car in the same car park he'd left the BMW and transfers the chest from one trunk to the other, after all he'd rather ditch Al's car for the stolen motor, regardless of the convenience of having a car with actual insurance papers.

Finally he drags himself into the corridors of the hotel, it seeming deadly quiet for the fact it was so early, he vaguely remembers Owen's room number having only seen it once before and slumps against the doorframe, tapping lightly on it and hoping Owen would hear.]

Owen? 's me... I mean, Five, y'there?

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[He stands and gets with that ridiculous habit of languidly stretching. he really does make a good go of objectifying himself.]

I need things!

[It is cruel and unusual punishment for Owen, who is really trying to do nothing but actually be a gentleman.]

...Things. What sort of 'things'?

Oh, y'know.. condoms.. lube, leather straps.. manacles. The usual.

[He rolls his eyes.] No I just need random crap, a bottle of aspirin, a book or magazine.. readin' glasses.

Good, because I think we might have trouble getting that past security. [Smirk.] Besides, I have manacles at home. [THEY'RE FOR WORK, OKAY. Everyone ins Jossverse seems to own a set.]

Ah. Well, I found a drugstore last night, so we can go there-- it should have everything you're after.

Okay, we'll just.. uh.. [Polite cough.] Yeah we'll uh, talk about that one later.

[He nods.] That'll work. I wonder if they have those little eye masks...

Okay. [Jason gets a sweet smile which is covering Owen's urge to laugh like an old-movie villain. He'll let Jason stew over that one for a while before telling him the truth; it's payback for his little stunt with the footsie earlier.]

They'll give us those on the plane.

Oh? Awesome, I can't sleep if I think someone's watchin' me, so I'll probably knock some Valium or somethin'. No takin' advantage.

[Really, he probably wouldn't as that might lead to him being caught off guard, but the thought of a drug induced sleep seemed oddly tantalising.]

I don't like it either, but time spent in a shared room in boarding school and in a tent with mum before that sort of trained me out of it.

Somehow I'll manage to rein in my filthy urges. Although I'm sure it will be hard. I've always wanted to have sex on an airplane.

Really? I mean that's somethin' I could work with. [The very idea of it amuses him, he didn't usually do the whole 'sex in a moving vehicle' type thing.]

I knew there was a reason I'd pegged y'for a deviant.

That is not remotely deviant--! That's one of the most common...

Shut up.

[He chuckles.]

My work here is done.

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I don't know why we spend so much time needling one another. This is a very unhealthy trend to start so early in our--

[He was thisclose to saying 'relationship'.]

...Association.

[A good save, y/n?]

[Five notices that totally and gives Owen a bit of the ol' side eye.]

Jus' keeps the fire burnin'

Right. Yes.

...Anyway, come on.

[Not making eye contact, nope, nope, nope.]

I took a taxi there last night, but I think we can walk now that I'm not in a complete panic and it's not the middle of the night.

[Five slopes along, still giving Owen the sideye while they walk.]

Walkin's fine for me, gives me a chance t'stretch my legs.

If you don't stop looking at me like that, I'm going to shove you into oncoming traffic.

And don't tell me they'll stop because of your beauty, because they won't. They never expect pedestrians here, so they won't even notice it until it's too late.

[He's right-- they're about the only people on the street.]

They won't have to stop, in fact I'll drag you with me and last time I checked only one of us can pass through solid objects without a second thought.

But that would lose my newest pet, wouldn't it.

[Oh yeah, he went there.]

Worse than that-- you'd be in hot water for your freaky powers. Mine probably wouldn't save me fast enough, so I'd just be in hospital. You'd be all over the news.

And don't say 'newest', as if you've done this before.

Maybe I'd just stop time then and disappear forever, 'm pretty sure that'd be a downer on your day.

[He smiles slightly, turning away.]

You're right, you're my first.

I'm sure I could track you down.

If only for the purpose of telling you that you're a git, obviously.

[He chuckles.]

Y'do seem the type that'd do that.

I would, too. I am a man of many skills, and you are very lucky to have me.

Although you do, for the record. Have me.

[And look, the drugstore.] ...Hopefully no one will recognise me from last night.

I do? [He nods.] That's, it's good to know.

[He crosses into the drugstore and busies himself with the things he needs. He didn't exactly know what to make of Owen's comment 'nor did he want to ask as that would make for a very awkward plane journey.]

[It's one of those comments that periodically make it past Owen's otherwise very tight verbal filter. It remains true, however, although Owen wouldn't want (or, indeed, be able) to elaborate on it any further or explain in what sense he had meant it.]

...What sort of magazines did you have in mind? And they better not be anything filthy, or you'll get kicked back to coach.

I was thinkin' more like GQ, Vanity Fair.. nothin' top shelf.

[He rolls his eyes. Obviously he isn't about to pull out skin mags with Owen sitting pretty right beside him, he didn't need to.]