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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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I suspect that like a great many things, it comes naturally to you.

What can I say? 'm a man of many talents.

[He checks the time.] We should probably get going, it'd be a huge let down t'just miss the plane now.

I even believe you.

...Good point. [And Owen will grab his jacket and his little case.] Ready for the indignities of security?

Thought I said I loved security. I'm hopin' for a monster who never learnt the meanin' of the word gentle.

[He grins, sliding out of the booth and picking up his own case.]

I was praying for sarcasm.

[He's only partly teasing; Owen really, really hates this part.]

Oh, no. 'm not much sarcastic, I just say things in an interestin' way.

[He hated security himself, but hey. Small pleasures.]

Really.

[Witness Owen's little sad sigh as they join the queue. At least it isn't long?]

[Five is all smiles, he can be patient when needs be.]

Calm down, it'll be done soon.

[Fun fact: queues and forced molestation are near the top of Owen's Least Favourite Things list.]

...I know. Sorry, I don't mean to be a pain.

's all okay, honestly. 'm sure no-one likes security.

[He puts his bag onto the belt, takes off his shoes and walks through. The metal detector goes off regardless and he groans as a random man pulls him away so he can use the magic wand detector. Revealing it was just some random change Jason had forgotten about considering he'd already thrown his wallet down. He gives Owen a salacious wink over the top of the guy's head, even though the frisking was not at all enjoyable.]

I'm sure some people do...

Some very depraved people.

[After one horrible incident involving a belt that couldn't be detached from his trousers in a country whose language he couldn't speak, Owen is now very careful about what he wears to fly in. For once, he actually makes it through the screening area without being selected for 'special screening' and hurriedly collects his belongings on the other side.]

...Thank Christ that's over.

[He laughs, walking happily alongside Owen now that the worst was over.]

Oh I don't know, it really got my juices flowin'.

...I don't know if I even believe you anymore.

[Look how much his mood has lifted now they are away from security! It's a whole new Owen.]

[He smirks.]

Take a feel, you'll find everythin' you're lookin' for. [He stares intensely at Owen, trying to keep his act up, his voice drops to a low husky shadow of its former self.] 'n 'm not just talkin' bout the answer to your question.

I. Uh. I--

[Owen clears his throat, visibly blushing, then glancing away.]

...It's completely unfair of you to do that to me in public, you know.

Unfair? [He grins, lowering one hand to squeeze Owen's ass.]

From where 'm standin' 's great. Not unfair.

[Please excuse his very manly (and very quiet) squawk of surprise.]

A-Ah...!

I would ask what's gotten into you, but I suspect I'd be walking myself into a punchline.

's what I want in me y'should be thinkin' about. [He drawls this, playing the role of seductor.]

That's what I'm really trying very hard not to think about.

[And he's just now realising he probably shouldn't say 'very hard' under the circumstances.]

Oh fine, we'll be prudish. [He gives Owen's ass another squeeze for dramatic effect before shoving his hand back into his own pocket.] I'll at least let y'get on the plane.

It's not prudish, it's avoiding getting kicked out...!

But I appreciate it. I'll make it up to you later.

[He's just not sure how much later, but he will.]

If we were kicked out we'd probably still make it there fast.

[He grins at that.] I await my reward, then.

Yes, but at least one of us needs an exit stamp on their visa. The official kind.

I'll try to live up to your expectations.

's a good way t'mold yourself in life. [He smirks, after all he didn't really expect Owen to indulge Jason's ever whim and wild fantasy. Just some of them.]

Well, maybe a little. Just not exclusively.