Autumn Leaves
Fandom: Wizards Vs Aliens
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Tom/Lexi, Varg/Lyzera
Summary: Lexi's first embarrassment that Monday morning was colliding with a stranger on the Underground. The second was telling him that he had nice eyes. Tom/Lexi MULTICHAPTER.
AN: I haven't written for this fandom in months! I really want to write something that's just complete fluff, so if you too want a short, simple, angst-free fic to read about a couple of idiots in love, here you are!
This will be updated as often as I can, whenever I have time amongst my other responsibilities, but I hope that you all enjoy it anyway. I really do miss this show (and Lexi).
DISCLAIMER. I own neither WvA or the Spotify playlist that this is named after (which is really relaxing to listen to, and I highly recommend it).
1. Public Transport
It's at this time of year that Lexi doesn't like where she lives.
It's nearing the last few days of October, the heart of the autumn season. It's the only time of the year that Lexi actually enjoys, the time when the leaves darken from bright green to crimson and amber and sunshine yellow, when she can step outside and feel a cool morning breeze biting at her cheeks and fingertips. There's nothing better, in her mind, than walking in the early hours of the morning, rucksack on her back, headphones wedged into her ears, watching the sunlight filter in through the branches of the oak trees as her boots crunched through the leaves that had already fallen.
Which is exactly why living on the outskirts of London has its drawbacks; instead of the glorious morning walk through the park that she could have had on her way to her nine o'clock Biology lecture, here she is: squashed in amongst the early morning commuters headed for the bustling city centre, her earbuds playing music at the loudest volume possible to block out the sound of the rolling announcements that tell her that the next station is Westminster and that this is a District line train, trying to work out whether or not the gentleman with the bushy beard and the top hat who she swears she's seen somewhere before is waving at her or at someone stood in the crowd around her.
She shifts her weight from one foot to the next in order to get rid of the aching in them that comes from standing in one position for nearly half an hour, tightening her grip on the green handrail as the train rattles noisily towards the next station, narrowly avoiding a collision with the elbow of another passenger reading the newspaper, keeping her eyes trained on the floor and tapping out the rhythm of the gentle acoustic piece of music playing in her ears. She would have started singing along too if the carriage had been empty; she knows better than that, however. On public transport, she worked out a long time ago that it's better to keep your head down and not say anything that would draw attention to yourself. She's been on the wrong side of that situation many times herself, and Varg will most likely never let her forget it, as long as both of them are still living.
The next station is Westminster, the female announcement informs them from overheard, breaking through Lexi's futile attempt at calm; she raises her eyes to the electronic banner rolling above the door opposite her, reading along with the bright orange digital text. Change for Jubilee and Circle lines. Please mind the gap between the train and the platform.
"Oh!" She lets out a yelp, suddenly going flying, losing her grip on the handrail as the carriage sails over a bump in the track, stumbling. Her right foot catches on the trailing laces of her boots as she knocks into another passenger, falling forward even further and effectively pinning the unlucky person against the side of the train as the train judders to a halt alongside the platform in Westminster tube station.
"Sorry, sorry!" She says hastily, almost losing her rucksack off her back as other people begin to move towards the doors. A pair of dark brown eyes stare back, wide with confusion and bewilderment, belonging to a boy who looks to be about her age, and who is clearly just as uncomfortable with this as she is.
"You have really nice eyes," Lexi squeaks suddenly, before feeling her cheeks flush a dark red colour, almost the same shade as the leaves on the trees up on the surface above them. "I mean, um -" She staggers backwards into the flow of the other passengers, letting herself be swept off the train, nearly taking a tumble down the small gap that separates the train from the platform (it's because of people like her, she thinks, the ones lost in their own heads half of the time that the extreme amount of recorded safety announcements are constantly played, or even in place at all on the London Underground transport network), praying that the crisp breeze on ground level will set about removing the redness in her face once she gets out of the station.