Homeplot: On a Jet Plane

[missingthekeep]

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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[drownondryland]

"There is that," Meredith says. "At least I can stop holding my breath." On one hand, security's comparatively lax these days, but when all her identification's fake, that proved to be small comfort. She knew it had to be flawless, but that didn't make it any less worrying. Not knowing how they're still here doesn't help much with her nerves, but one way or another, they are, and this really isn't how she thought she'd travel abroad again if she ever did.