A/N: Don't ask me what I'm doing. You'll probably not want to know and I don't even know myself. I'm slowly...very...slowly coming off my hiatus. I have the next chapter of Protect Me half written and will hopefully finish this weekend. But this is the product of a Plot Bunny attack after watching Iron Man 3 for the first time.

WARNINGS: Nothing much, just playful banter of course. The rating might go up later on for now, maybe some language. Also slight Spoiler alert in places since this is set after Iron Man 3 so mentions of events in that movie will be prevalent

"Take the month off, Jarvis."

Tony Stark waltzed into the newly built lab, arms spread wide in a welcoming gesture. He was dressed in a well tailored Armani suit in a matte gray color. The customary dark ray ban sunglasses shielding his pale blue gaze. He was in a relatively good mood that day. Though this wasn't entirely unusual for the millionaire. After all that had happened it was nice to know he was taking the changes in stride. "If you say so, Sir" the seemingly perpetually calm voice of the computer chimed out. The voice sounded almost weary in it's tone. As if speaking took a great deal of energy. Tony ignored the tone and continues to waltz around the lab. Now and then swiping a hand across a screen to check on some data. He had yet to start building so the lab appeared almost depressingly bare.
"Pepper and I are going on vacation. Try not to burn the house down while we're gone." Tony responded in a mock fatherly tone. The disembodied voice let out a sigh. "I should say the same for you, Sir" Jarvis quipped in his dry tone. Tony simply smirked up at the monitor before sweeping out of the room. Jarvis had made special arrangements for the flight. Though Tony was rather reluctant since his last attempt to make a flight plan hadn't turned out so well. Jarvis' sensors picked up on a heat signature just outside. He traced the pattern, deeming them harmless a moment later. Pepper Potts had swept into the upper level in the same fashion as Stark. Jarvis had wished the two a safe cruise then powered down, locking everything down and resetting the security protocols. The lights dimmed as machines powered down but remained vigilant should something go wrong. Meanwhile on the other side of California, Jarvis slipped his earpiece off and set it aside. Not widely known, Jarvis was actually a sentient being. He lived a few miles north of Stark's mansion. The ear piece acted as communications for both. It was a remote control of sorts that managed things from the suits to the electricity and security lines. Sweeping a hand through thick, pale blonde tresses, Jarvis heaved a sigh. Just because he was now on vacation didn't mean he could stop listening. He always had the ear piece no matter what. Only removing it when he had to shower.

Jarvis was a tall, slight man of six-two. His frame was long and willowy with the right amount of corded muscle. He had a paler complexion that matched well to his platinum locks. His hair was worn short, the bangs just grazing the tip of a slightly upturned nose. Though usually tamed by gels that created the smoothed back look. It was styled in a similar way to Killian's but more need and trimmed. His eyes were a translucent icy blue that demanded attention, unconsciously. His features angular and spoke of his British descent. He was quite the handsome man, though he was much more modest compared to Tony.

Having the month off, he decided to take his leave as well. He picked up a tablet and tapped a few things, scrolling down a s list of flight plans at the local airport. Just to get a rough idea. Like Stark he was quite wealthy and had his own jet. He contracted a pilot from a side listing he had on hand for Tony. Making route for New York City. He decided to live a little for the time being. A month may not seem like long, but that was only to those with no concept of time and structure. Flight plan made, he set the tablet aside. He would be leaving within the next hour and a half. He turned from the desk in his private office and went to take a shower. He had to look his best if he was going to mingle among the Upper East Side. He had his own connections and a finger on everything. He had to be if he was to be of any assistance to Mr. Stark. Within the hour he was dressed and out the door. He had also contracted a driver to transport him. The private hanger was located within the airport itself, but was blocked off to only authorized personnel. Jarvis had taken care in screening those who worked the hanger as well as pilots and drivers. One could never be too careful when your employer was a multimillionaire.

Taking the quickest route, they arrived just ten minutes early of their flight time. Jarvis took this moment to adjust the ear piece and screen the conditions of Tony's loft. Checking all systems for signs of fallacy he confirmed the security system to still be set and everything still in hibernation for the time being. Satisfied, he boarded the jet and accepted a cup of warm tea from the stewardess. Jarvis was never one for caffeine. He preferred tea and wine on occasion. After one last system check, the jet was airborne. Jarvis busied himself with his tablet as the craft seemed to coast at an easy pace. He was in no rush, but he had heard of a special gala being held in New York. Tony had been given invites, but declined to spend time with Miss Potts. Jarvis had taken it upon himself to go in his stead. What better way to start his vacation. Jarvis had always had an interest in special celebrations and the customs of those of the upper class. His mother had married into her wealth so he had not always been accustomed to how things worked. His father was a successful tycoon who married his mother on pure whim whilst vacationing.

Jarvis rested his head, a sliver of silvery blonde hair falling from the carefully gelled prison. He paid it no mind as he continued to tap away at the tablet. Tony had made it clear that he wished not to be contacted unless it was of dire consequence. Jarvis merely ignored that and sent a quick update of affairs via email and sent it off to Mr. Stark's phone. A smirk tugged at his lips, knowing how much this would bother his employer. No sooner had he sent it, did a sharp reply of "Thank you, Jarvis" arrive on the screen. A light chuckle breezed passed his lips as he sent a reply in the same obviously annoyed tone. "You're quite welcome, Sir" Satisfied with his fill of irritating his employer, who by now was probably doing some most unsavory things. Humming to himself, he sipped at his tea and gazed out the window as the sky blurred by. It was nice to go at a steady pace for once. Jarvis moved fluidly into the pace, despite fighting the constant habit of checking up on this on a regular interval of ten minutes. The flight would take several hours so he leaned back and toyed with the tablet, ordering another cup of tea. They would arrive in time for the gala. He has planned to arrive the night before so he could be rested, properly.

The gala wasn't until the next night, leaving him ample time to sight see. Though he has been to New York before, though never much in his physical body. He knew the city inside and out via satellite sensors connected to his ear piece. He rarely had the chance to explore anything outside of his home in California. Of course he could see through the images sent by the earpiece to his tablet, but wasn't the same as physically experiencing it. Setting the tablet aside for the first time in a long while, he decided to move around the jet and stretch his legs. The craft moved, fluidly allowing passengers to get up and walk if needed. Though it was only him, the pilots and the stewards. Jarvis always preferred to travel, privately. A small beep from his ear piece signaled a new message. He tapped a button the side and a holographic image appeared before his eyes. Mr. Stark had sent him a post card of sorts. In the time Jarvis had been on route, the happy couple had made it to port and were on the cruise ship that was taking them to the Caribbean Islands. The post card was of those very islands and has a short message of "I wish you were here." Jarvis rolled his eyes, then scolded himself for the childish movement. His employer was still in a good mood, so the friendly banter continued in short intervals as their travels progressed.

Touching down no more than a few hours later into that night, Jarvis exited the jet and stepped into the town car he had chartered on the flight. He didn't need to fuss with any minor details like most travelers. It was all taken care of beforehand. The driver transported him to a high end hotel on the Upper East Side. The very hotel that was hosting the gala the next day. He swiped a hand across the tablet, checking in on things one last time before turning in. He would remain in New York for a couple weeks, then he would move on. He had a month to do what he pleased and intended to take full advantage of it.