Half An Ocean Away: Not-So Home Sweet Home

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Angel and Scott finally get to London, and Blaine finds them at the airport. London time: 9:20 a.m.



In hindsight, Angel would remember to feel sorry for Scott. She'd spent the entire trip (all seven-ish hours of it) bouncing up and down in her seat and wiggling and fidgeting and not sleeping, and she probably hadn't been very much fun to sit next to.

She'd feel bad later, though. Now all she cared about was that they were finally in England. She grabbed her bag from the overhead bin and wiggled impatiently when the line in the aisle halted. "Come on, come on, come on," she muttered unhappily. "How long does it take to walk off a plane?"

"It won't go any faster if you keep complaining," Scott pointed out, "besides it only takes a few minutes for people to get moving, despite how it feels." He really pitied any security agents who decided they wanted to stop the red headed girl.

Angel gritted her teeth together, forcing herself to stop bouncing. She pulled at the straps of her bag instead, trying to push down the annoyance and impatience.

Finally they managed to get off the plane. A quick (or as quick as they ever were) run through the security checkpoint, and Angel started looking around for Blaine.

As soon as the passengers of the latest flight from New York start to leave the hall Blaine started to scan them for the distinct fiery red hair of his friend. It took a few moments to spot her, but when he did, he pushed through the crowd and after a small hesitation he gave her a quick hug, hardly noticing the unknown man in the background. "It's good to see you again, love."

Angel returned the hug with a tight squeeze of her own. She'd seen the hesitation, but chose to ignore in favor of some forced normalcy. "Good to see you too," she told Blaine with a small smile. "Circumstances and what not aside, anyways. Speaking of which, anything new? Oh-" She remembered a little late Scott, still behind her. "This is Scott Summers, by the way. He's...well, he's an old teacher of mine. Don't ask. Mr. Summers, this is Blaine Addison. Now, anything new?"

"We have heard from two of her friends who live further away that they haven't seen or heard from her since Saturday evening. And her photo and the news she is missing was starting to spread through Facebook friends, so someone put together a kind of wanted poster about her." Finished with that little report he looked past Angel and held his hand. "Mr. Summers."

Scott took the offered hand, "Good to meet you Mr Addison, I just wish it was under better circumstances." Hefting the bags he started towards the door, "Do you have any idea where she was last seen? A place where we can start looking for her?" he asked getting straight to business.

"We should check the neighborhood first," Angel spoke up. To Blaine, "You said she was walking home from the theater, right? I bet she stopped somewhere to get a drink." It seemed like a safe bet, considering they'd almost never had anything drinkable in the apartment.

Blaine had to frown a little. "We have searched the neighborhood. The police has been searching and questioning people also. What do you think we will we find that hasn't been found before?" His eyes moved between the two quizzically.

Angel would admit, she didn't really have an answer to that. But she wasn't going to let that deter her. "You never know unless you try," she said finally. It was the best she could do.

"Maybe we could find somewhere to put these bags," Scott cut in, ever the voice of reason. "We can take a look at the theater and I'd really like to talk to the detective handling the investigation as see what they know."

"I will take you to my apartment and we can drop of the bags. The bureau is not far from there." Blaine started to move towards the exit as he spoke. "Did you make any arrangements where to stay while you are here?"

"Uh...." Angel rubbed the back of her neck, looking down at the ground as she walked. "Not exactly, no." In case it wasn't entirely obvious, she was kind of winging this whole thing.

"I have one couch and an air mattress somewhere... I am sure we can figure out something."

"It's alright, we can book into a hotel," Scott replied, "we wouldn't want to be an inconvenience." Plus he figured if the situation did take a turn for the worse then having a secure space where he could contact the mansion and call for an X-man team without risking being overheard would be a good idea.

"A hotel we can do. We'll have to take the Tube though. It's the most efficient way to get to my place. Good thing you don't have much luggage."

"All right, great," Angel said, clapping her hands together. "Let's get to work."