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To RAF Mildenhall- Wednesday Fandom time

To say Jaina had some nerves going would be putting it lightly. If you'd told her a week ago that she'd be in England to meet up with her ex who... well, saying he might not be her ex anymore felt like jinxing it so she was really not going to say that. But if you told her she'd be in England to see him, she would have looked at you funny and said it wasn't going to happen.

Yet here she was.

Of course, her portal ended up being early, so Jaina waited as patiently as she could with her bag slung over her shoulder, scanning the crowd like she wouldn't sense him before she saw him.

[For whatshisface.]

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It was just his luck that her portal would be early and he'd be right on time, not wanting to seem as eager as he was to see her after fifteen months, no matter how that last meeting had gone.

When he spotted Jaina, John waved and hurried over, like she wouldn't notice him and his crazy hair from afar.

Yeah, it grew back and he just kept forgetting to cut it again. Regs were easy enough to work around in the Air Force.

Jaina hadn't been expecting the hair. Last time she'd seen him, it had still been short, and it was sad to say that her smile actually grew at seeing it. She couldn't help it, it was just so John.

She'd given up on the butterflies in her stomach. She'd gotten those the entire time they'd been together, she got them now, she was just accepting that it happened, and that it was probably a good thing. "Hi," she greeted him, trying to dampen down the smile even a little and failing completely.

His hand rubbed the back of his neck when he got close enough to stop, not sure of the appropriate greeting here. "Hey," he said, finally deciding to reach for her bag even though she was already proving herself capable of carrying it.

She started to hand it over, but midway through the gesture she realized that she hadn't so much as touched him- Fandom weirdness aside- in three and a half months, and she was tired of waiting. So rather than handing over the bag, she went right for the hug.

Screw it, they deserved it.

Four and a half years on his end, John wasn't rejecting a hug. Instead he was bending down extra to squeeze her tightly, lifting her up off the ground a bit in his enthusiasm. "It's been a long time," he murmured just for her to hear.

"But we're here," she murmured back, and realized she really, really didn't want to let go. And because of that, she warned, "You may be stuck with me like this."

"That's gonna make getting to my place really interesting," he said, laughing lightly and stroking his hand over her hair.

"We'll manage," she said, pulling back enough to really look at him, looking for changes. Of course there was the obvious one, "You grew it back."

He started to tilt his head, not knowing what she meant and then realized with an aww shucks sort of grin and chin duck. "Yeah, I didn't cut it for a while and then just kept it."

She'd so missed that specific smile from him. She didn't know what it was, she just loved seeing it. "Continue to keep it," she said. "It's a good look for you."

"Yeah? I kinda missed it." John wasn't sure what else he could say. He'd missed a lot of other things, but wasn't trying to start anything here, before they'd talked.

She was thinking much the same way, which was why she finally grudgingly loosened her grip on him. "Should we get going?" Now that she'd dislodged herself.

"Yeah, I've got a ride waiting and everything," he said, stealing her bag by the strap and reaching for her hand under the guise of guiding her through the airport. Because it was so crowded and foreign.

Taking his hand and squeezing it, Jaina let him lead her through the airport. Because it was so crowded and foreign. Actually it was because he probably had a better idea of where they were going than she did, and she wanted to get someplace they could really talk. "So where are we headed?" she wondered. "I don't really know anything about where you are right now."

"To the car I borrowed," he replied cheekily. "And then to my flat. Welcome to the United Kingdom, everyone here talks like they're Ben."

"So I should feel right at home," she said lightly. "Does this mean I can't call it an apartment unless I want people glaring at me?"

"That's right," John agreed. "But sometimes the glaring is part of the fun." He'd always enjoyed pushing the buttons of interesting people. "I can give you a tour of Mildenhall in about five minutes and then later I'll show you where I really spend my down time."

Jaina traveled so much that she didn't usually want to even get a tour, figuring she'd see what she needed to see when she needed to see it. But the places John lived were different, like what he showed her told her something about him. "Would you tell me where if I asked?"

"Yes," he said teasingly, leading her away.

A couple hours or so later there'd been a tour of town accompanied by far too much talk about the which side of the road John should be driving on and then a walking tour of the base while John talked about all the different things he'd been getting to fly over the last four years and then answered all her dozens of questions on the topic. Really, they were doing very well at this whole strange meeting up thing.

After showing her around the small yet furnished flat, he'd gotten them drinks and taken a seat so the real staring could begin.

This was the part she'd both been looking forward to and dreading, not wanting this to go wrong. They'd both been through the emotional ringer on this enough, even if it happened at different times and paces, and if this ended up being another disappointment...

So she went for direct. "We haven't been awkward yet and I don't want to start now," Jaina said. "I've missed you in completely insane ways."

That was very direct, but it had him moving closer to her on the couch rather than farther away. "I think I've been pretty clear on how much I agree with that feeling," John added. "But I won't assume I'm the same guy you missed."

"I won't either. I don't know that I'm the same person I was the last time I saw you. It just means we have to get to know each other again. I'm sure it'll be a complete chore," she said with a little smile.

"Sounds like actual work," he said, flaring his nostrils in disgust. "How do you plan on doing that?"

"For now? There is that talking thing that helps with that," she teased. "We ask questions, catch each other up on what's going on with us... It doesn't even hurt."

"Maybe not to you," he half-teased back. "But okay, talking. So, I still like football, and not that fake stuff with actual kicking the people outside of the US watch. I'm talking real, American football with the pigskin ball."

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