A/N: I know I haven't updated anything in ages, and I promise for my in progress fics I have a few half finished chapters that I never finish because school is hell (I'm literally doing three hours of revision a night on top of all my homework). This is just a little fic that took me like half an hour to write, but enjoy! As always I apologise if I've used any really British words that aren't used anywhere else.
Okay, so he knew this probably wasn't the best idea. But when an old friend bumps in to you in a cafe, what else can you do but have a chat?
This was the internal monologue-slash-argument Holden Radcliffe was having with himself. But upon seeing Leopold Fitz senior, he was just so caught up in a wave of nostalgia. He wasn't really paying attention to what Leopold was saying, something about a book he was currently searching for.
"So what are you doing at the moment?" Fitz senior asked, finishing what he was saying.
"Working with a government agency that's about to be revamped. Working on some androids that can pass for human with the right programming. So far their heads keep exploding when they're on for more than four hours, twenty three minutes and forty two seconds." Radcliffe explained. "I'm on probation as well, was kidnapped and threatened so I did some dodgy things with those inhumans you always hear about, trying to make normal people like them."
"How did you only get probation for that?" He exclaimed.
"People who rescued me vouched I was being held against my will. They're lovely kids. Despite stabbing me in the eye with a needle." Said Radcliffe. "I'm thinking I might visit Scotland soon, see some more old friends. Have you been back recently?"
"Not since I left. I heard from Mary, remember Mary she worked in the lab down the street and got our bus, well I heard from her that my idiot son managed to make something of himself though." He said scornfully.
"I actually work with young Fitz." Radcliffe disclosed. "He's one of the kids who rescued me, him and his girlfriend Jemma. Incredibly clever, brilliant engineer."
"The girlfriend?" Asked Leopold senior.
"No, Fitz. She's just as gifted, but a biochemist." He said getting his phone out. "We three went to watch the St Mirren and Dundee United game a few weeks ago at a British pub a few weeks ago." He said, pulling up a picture. It was of Jemma and Fitz, both sporting orange shirts and stripes of face paint, grinning widely. Fitz had her arm around her shoulders and they each had a pint of beer in their hands.
"Why do you have this?" Leopold senior questioned, barely looking at the picture.
"It's the happiest I ever known either of them. I don't quite know the full story, but I know they've been through the emotional and physical wringer these past few years. They lost a lot of friends and nearly each other. I think that they were in an accident three years ago, your son had brain damage and then Jemma spent a few months trapped on another planet last year from what they said." Radcliffe replied, getting up to leave. "Young Fitz is one of the cleverest people I've ever had the pleasure to meet and goes by his surname."
"Wait." Said Fitz senior. "Tell Leo, tell him from what I hear, I might want to talk to him sometime." He sighed. "My phone number hasn't changed since I last gave it to you."