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Homeplot: On a Jet Plane

Sean's not sure what to think. Since waking up in their Washington hotel room yet again that morning, he's been in a perpetual state of unease that has nothing to do with the absolute reaming that is no doubt in store for him in London. He's half-tempted to suggest just going on the lam with Meredith for however much longer this lasts, but for now, he spends his time fidgeting in his cramped economy seat on the plane (maybe he'd been on something of a spending spree, but the tickets had been booked on their behalf), playing with a tiny, empty scotch bottle.

"Least all yer paperwork went through without a hitch," he says, looking over at Meredith with a cheerfulness that, vague unease aside, remains pretty genuine after the events of the last day. Maybe they should have gone back by now, maybe there's more to this than they initially thought, but whatever they're facing, they're still facing it together.

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"We dinnae already do that?" Sean asks, raising an eyebrow almost suspiciously.

"Well, I would hope so," Meredith says dryly, "but it still felt worth saying." It's not like she gets into that kind of trouble (much) or like it's avoidable when it happens (by much, anyway).

"Fair enae," Sean says, but the odd look he gives her doesn't go away immediately. He sure as hell doesn't just go waltzing into these situations of his own accord. "Guess it's happened enae times now ta be worth the reminder."

"And I'd rather it not happen again," Meredith says, then manages a bit of a smile, brow raising slightly. "At least before — you know. I just think it wouldn't make for much of a honeymoon if you've been shot or stabbed or whatever too recently."

"Now there's a convincin' argument," Sean says, once more on the verge of laughing, just from the mere mention of what's in store for them. "If anythin's liable ta get me ta think twice, it's the thought o' havin' ta keep from givin' in t'ye fer too long."

"Giving in," Meredith echoes, laughing incredulously. "I'm not making you do anything you don't want." If she's honest, that always does seem to be one of the more difficult aspects of the healing process, but then, that seems to be in part because the circumstances of why they're healing usually make her want to turn to their default response to trouble.

"Exactly," Sean says as if this should be self-evident, laughing in turn. "If'n I didnae want it, then holdin' back wouldnae be much of a problem, now would it?"

"Giving in," Meredith says again, then shakes her head, grinning. "It wouldn't be, no, but it is. I'd say that's something we should work on, but I don't wanna."

"Why on earth would we wanna?" Sean asks, genuinely befuddled for all that he's still teasing. Some days, that's the only thing he can get right, after all. What is there to work on?

"I don't know, any time I think of a reason, it's entirely stupid," Meredith says, grinning. Sometimes she thinks they still act like teenagers, but what's so wrong about that? She likes that she can never get enough of him, that a couple years together hasn't made things less exciting or whatever it is other people wind up complaining about as the years roll on.

"Figgered as much," Sean says brightly, as pleased by that as anything else. "I mean, it's nae as if we're hurtin' anyone by it."

"Not a soul," Meredith says, then makes a face. "Except you know how suggestible I am when it comes to sex and now I'm thinking about it and that is not a good idea. Especially since it's not like we have a hotel waiting for us, since we're turning fugitive and all."

Sean makes a noise that falls somewhere in between amusement and embarrassment, but he recovers quickly. "Keep yer voice down, will ye?" he teases, although he finds himself doing just that anyway. "What, ye ne'er wanted ta join the mile high club?"

Meredith makes a face, convinced she's not being that loud (and that it's not like the topic isn't apparent). "I wasn't planning on it, no," she says. "Cramped spaces, keeping quiet, everyone knows what you're doing. And even if I would, you wouldn't."

"That is correct, aye," Sean says with an air of smugness. "I've made a lot o' concessions where ye're concerned, but there have ta be some lines."

"And one we agree on, no less," Meredith says, almost laughing. "Imagine that." The lines are rare, but those are rarer still. "Is that a first? I think it might be."

"Ye know somethin', I think ye may be right," Sean says, feigning an impressed look. "Here's hopin' it's nae all downhill from there."

"It probably is," Meredith says, though it comes out somehow cheerful, since she doesn't believe it for a minute. "All complacency and agreeing on things. Where's the fun in that?"

"Right?" Sean asks, having miraculously managed to not start grinning like a fool again in the last few seconds. "If we e'er want this marriage t'last, we're gonna have ta quit gettin' on so well with each other."

Meredith leans over to kiss him, all but laughing. "That sounds like it'll do the trick," she says. "It's amazing we made it this far as it is." Given her track record, she still feels that's somewhat true, but they're better at being the exception than the rule anyway.

"Well, I've always known that ta be the case," Sean says, not joking around anymore, but just happy. Amazing is the perfect word for it.

Meredith rolls her eyes fondly, leaning her head against his shoulder. It's true, though, sappy as it sounds. There are more reasons this shouldn't have happened than reasons it should; the latter just happen to be stronger anyway. "And now here we are," she says. "I guess you were always right then."

"Here we are," Sean echoes, resting his head against hers for a moment before he slouches further in his seat, as relaxed as it gets. "Guess I was." He's right so rarely in everything else, it seems, so this is one bit of praise that he'll take gladly.

Meredith closes her eyes, nodding, starting to drift a bit. She half-expects, if she falls asleep at any point now, she'll wake up back on the island, which feels like reason enough to try not to; she doesn't mind going back to the life they've made, but it seems like such a waste to miss a chance to see the city, to enjoy time away from that place while they can make it last. Twisting the ring around her finger, she glances over, just to look at him.

Sensing the shift in her awareness, Sean smiles and carefully puts his arm around her shoulders. He's been telling himself that they'll go back whenever they're supposed to go back, and the odd nap isn't going to change that, but at the same time, he's not about to let himself fall asleep just yet. As long as one of them is up, though, he doesn't see the harm, especially with the memories of the past weekend still looming large in his memory, making him savour every chance he gets to see her so at peace. Setting his second drink aside for the time being, he leans in to press a kiss to her temple.

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