Thought I'd start another story, coz I'm not stressed enough XD It's kindda mushy FLETCHERIE stuff for a few chapters but it should get better. Enjoy! ...


Valkyrie was making toast in the kitchen when she heard the noise. She was in her pyjamas her dark hair tied on the top of her head in a scruffy bun. She'd literally just woken up, and was just about to eat something when she heard it.

Then she saw it.

From where she was standing, she could see the front door and watched as a big parcel fell through the letter box, landing on the floor with a soft thump.
Excited, she stuffed a piece of toast into her mouth at once, wiped away the crumbs, and walked over to the door, her slipped feet stumbling over that loose floor boar.
Hissing in pain she bent over to pick up the parcel.

It was thick and covered in light brown paper, fastened at one side.
Turning it over she saw her own name scrawled beautifully on the top, but nothing else. She frowned, reached to open it and jumped at the sound of the kettle whistling.
Her stomach grumbled and she went to eat, leaving the parcel on the side.

She was just settling down in front of the TV with her breakfast when the phone rang. She sighed, and went to answer it. It was Fletcher.

"Hiya babe." He all but sang down the phone.

"How is it that you always know when I'm just getting comfortable so that you can ring my stupid fucking phone?"

"Jeez, Val. Seriously, I was only ringing to wish you a happy birthday for tomorrow. No need to bite my head off."

"It's my birthday?"

There was an awkward silence. "Yeah, Val. You're going to be 18! Congratulations! You are now officially an adult! You can have sex, drink, drive do whatever you want. And officially you'll own your Uncle's house, so it'll be yours! Pretty cool hu?"

"First off I've drunk since I was 16, drove even sooner and lived in Gordon's house for the past year."

"Yeah, but it'll be official!"

She smiled. "Coz that seems to mean a lot to us." She hoped he hadn't realised that she hadn't brought up the S word. Sure she'd like to do it, but she wasn't ready. Not yet. But if he had noticed he didn't let on, and for that she was thankful.

"I'm guessing you'll want to do something with me then?"

"Well yeah! I want to get absolutely smashed! You've got today and tomorrow off so I thought you'd like to spend it with the most amazing person in your whole life, me!"

She felt a smart retort disappear in her throat and instead she said, "Yeah. I'd love to do that. Come over to Gordon's about 10?"

She could almost feel the happiness in his voice; it made her feel all warm. "Really? I thought you'd say something about my hair. So I thought a club somewhere? Or something fancy! Like Moulin Rouge? Something big! I could look up hotels in Paris? New York? I really fancy Venice for some reason…"

He trailed off when she didn't reply. "If that's what you want I mean. Sorry, what do you want to do Val?"

"Erm," she shuffled awkwardly from foot to foot. She tried to hide the hesitation in her voice. "Venice sounds great. Don't they have a festival or something around now? But I mean, we don't have to get drunk we could just…wait no your idea sounds the best."

He laughed. "I'll come around 10. You get all pampered darling and I'll bring the movies and popcorn. And hey, if you're lucky I might even stretch to a pizza. I'll stay over and all tomorrow we'll go for a nice lunch or whatever and do basically everything you want to do. A real low-key, quiet, no singing no dancing birthday. How does that sound?"

She grinned. "That sounds beyond awesome."

"Great I'll see you then. Oh and one more demand."

"What?"

"You do nothing all today and tomorrow. No cases, no evil psychopaths, no evil Gods trying to destroy the world, no evil spirits or friends getting pulled through to other dimensions, ok? Do you think you can handle that? 48 hours of us, no weird stuff, just us. Ok?"

"I think I can manage that."

"Good. Bye, love you."

"Bye. Love you too."

She waited till he hung up and said "You have no idea how much."

Smiling she put the phone back on his hook and said "No weird stuff, just us. Thank god."

She poured her now freezing tea down the sink and walked out the hall, tripping on the loose floorboard and swearing loudly to the empty house. She rubbed her toe and walked through the hall and up the stairs, past the side table that held the other phone, past the side table that held the brown parcel.


Hope that wasn't too painfully bad. Please R&R it would be great to know what you people really think. Are there any stories people particularly want me to update? Or whatever XD Byeee xxx