A/N: Yes, so here it is! The sequel to 'The Russian, The Royal and The Moon'. I am ecited to put this out cuz I have no idea where this is going and its such an adventure1 YAY! Also, I think I will keep it in 3rd person unless told other wise, so just so you know. Enough me, go read!

Title: The Moon Ran Away To Europe

Summary: We all know what happened when Luna Valor came to Handlers Corners. Tezz and Stanford fell in love with her, Stanford broke her heart, Tezz went all hermity, and Luna ran away to Europe for her art. How will the team fare? Will Luna ever come back? What about the necklace Tezz made?

Rating: T(for now)

Disclaimer: I don't own BF5

One: Minutes

Tezz Volitov was once again laying down on his bed. The copper sheets thrown askew and a clock in his hands. His eyes never moved from it. Each tic of the clock was slower than the last in his brain. Nothing else mattered but the clock.

It had been two months, four days, seven hours, eleven minutes and twenty two seconds since she had left.

Tezz had gotten a call from her once. She was telling about how much they were loving her art and fashion designs. She was asked to paint ten new pieces for a gallery in Russia, capturing the beauty of the country and a whole show in Germany. She had no idea when she'd be home. He heard her change the if to when.

It had been two months, four days, seven hours,sixteen minutes and forty seconds since she had left.

Draped over one finger was the half moon necklace he never gave to her. Its smooth surface brushing his pale hand. He regretted it.

Stanford Issac Rhodes was playing video games with Spinner. He wasn't paying attention at all so he was losing epically.

Three hours until sleep, half till dinner, un-know till she comes back.

Stanford was just as depressed as Tezz. But he couldn't wallow. It wasn't in his up-bringing. So instead he pouted and had his butt kicked at video games. He didn't care for once.

Three hours until sleep, twenty five minutes till dinner, un-know till she comes back.

Luna Anastasia Valor was currently draped over her desk in the studio that was currently hosting her. She was in Germany at the moment and was scheduled to leave for Russia tomorrow afternoon for three days and then back to Germany for the show. Yeah, the one that might not be done in time.

Five hours until morning, eleven hours until I board an airplane, then two hours and forty minutes until I land in Moscow, three days until I fly back, undetermined until I go to Handlers Corners.

Luna sighed dramaticaly and hit her head on the table and cursed loudly. Which was probably a bad idea because Boris was asleep in the other room. And yeah, there are his foot steps and now he will kill me. She thought miserably.

In came a boy with pale skin and ruffled black hair his pale blue eyes annoyed but his mouth upturned.

"You awake too?". He asked with a yawn.

Luna looked at him smiling. He was her partner for many of the shows since the begging. The people in charge thought their style was the same but diverse and worked well together.

She stretched. "Yeah", She answered in his native language. "I still don't have half of the designs complete and I think I screwed up on my day dress", She said looking closer at the papers. "Yeah, I used two shades of yellow instead of one, damn."

Boris laughed lightly. "Relax. You'll be fine."

She looked over a few more. "When did Demtri fall asleep?".

He colored to his scalp.

"Yeah, thanks for not telling me you were bringing your boyfriend over." I said teasingly.

"Well, I thought you had your meeting tonight and would be back after...we finished."

Luna snorted. "That's tomorrow. You couldn't have waited?".

"Nope. Demtri has to pack still and you know how long that takes. Hes doing it tomarrow."

I sighed understanding. Being a fashion designer you had to dress better than best.

"You should sleep."

"I have to much to do."

"No. You need sleep. Come on." He siad picking the girl up by the waist she stuggled and shrieked knowing it wouldn't wake Demtri. He needed a collage sized marching band to wake him up.

After he had locked her in her room in the apartment she finally settled down into her bed.

Two months, four days, eight hours, forty two minutes and seven seconds seconds since she had left.

A/N: I know its kinda short but I need a base and I will be branching off of this. So glad to be back!