Author's note: Eh hi? This is my first attempt at a fanfiction and I decided I would share it on here. I've loved Starkid (especially Dylan) for a while now and it's always irked me that there is a lack of Dylan fics out there so I decided to write one myself. Hope you enjoy, any reviews are greatly appreciated!

Disclaimer: If I did own any of the Starkids I sure as hell wouldn't be writing this.

Hannah could feel the calm lure of sleep taking over her. Just a few minutes couldn't hurt, right? Her head suddenly dropped and she smacked her head off the laptop sitting on the tray.

"Shit!" She said a little more loudly than she may have hoped. The woman in the opposite aisle shot her dirty look while signalling to the small boy who looked as though they had just seen god's face. Hannah attempted to rectify the situation by mouthing an apology but the woman had swung around in her seat. Great, another 10 hours of trying to avoid this woman's gaze. Even the man beside her found this situation rather amusing as he appeared to be sniggering at her. Hannah raised her eyebrow but was unable to keep a straight face and gave him a slightly sarcastic smile in response. Now normally Hannah wouldn't bother with speaking to people on planes but she was becoming rather suspicious that a certain flight attendant had given her a not so decaf coffee as the lure of sleep was fading very fast.

"When I was that kid's age I was swearing like a sailor" Hannah muttered, unsure whether she was over stepping her bounds or not. The man flashed that adorable grin again.

"That's the wonder of suburban mom's for you."

"Ah the wonder of the Americans," Hannah smiled "I'm pretty sure my cousins had a heart attack when they heard me swear, I was about 11 and they were 13." The man let out a laugh.

"Yeah that's the way it goes in 'the land of the free'" He put up air quotations at those last words.

"Hannah" She put her hand out to shake.

"Dylan" He took her hand "If you don't mind me asking, where are you from?"

"I'm from Glasgow in Scotland."

"Thought I heard a bit of Scottish in there"

"Aye, more than a bit pal." They both laughed. "Sorry I don't mean to be rude but I have a killer dissertation to write and I've just spent a week slacking off."

"It's fine." With a parting smile Dylan put his headphones in and seemingly fell asleep instantly. With a sigh Hannah resigned herself to her fate; a 15,000 word dissertation on the modern sequels of old films. A normally interesting topic but was currently holding the appeal of a rotten bagel.

The rest of the plane ride was spent in moderate silence mainly due to the fact that most people were asleep. When there was around 5 hours of the flight left Hannah decided she may as well try to get some sleep. She was woken by a hand shaking her shoulder gently. It was that man from earlier, oh god what was his name… Dylan! Hannah let out a grumble that sounded remotely like can you fucking not. She seemed to notice her mistake and her eyes shot open.

"Sorry," He had that toothy grin on his face again "we are about to land, thought I should wake you up."

"Oh right, thanks" She stretched out her legs and looked to her laptop; the word count was glaring at her. She glared back. Slamming the laptop shut she put it in her bag and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"Is it alright if you pass my bag from the overhead compartment?" Dylan asked

"Yeah, just a sec." Hannah stood up and pulled down her bag followed by a red bag that she could only assume was Dylan's.

"Thanks" he said "Did the dissertation go well"

"I wish, unfortunately there is only so much you can say about how J.J. Abrams needs to make his own films instead of stealing anything with 'Star' in the title."

"Hopefully he won't steal Starkid then." The man beside him found this rather amusing and laughed at his friend. Hannah simply gave them both an unsure look, neither showed any sign of letting on to what was so funny so she left it alone.

The plane touched down and all the passengers streamed into London airport. Her luggage seemed to be taking a while to come around so Hannah resigned herself to checking her phone. Literally nothing. With a yawn she looked around for her luggage, at this point most of the other passengers seemed to have left. After another 5 minutes she decided she should probably ask someone.

"Um, excuse me?" She approached someone in airport uniform "My luggage hasn't come off of the plane."

"Were you flight 302?" He snapped

"Yeah I think so"

"There has been a mix up with some of the luggage, please go to the information desk and they will tell you what you need to know." He strode purposefully in the opposite direction.

"Fucking charming you are." Muttering to herself she spun around but found herself almost slamming into someone's chest.

"Hope you aren't talking about me" Dylan smiled at her.