He doesn't know this yet but when he asked me to book him a flight to England, I booked flights for both of us, first class.

To everyone looking in on this they would probably say that my personality had changed by 360 degrees but that is not true. We may have our ups and downs and I may seem heartless, I'm not. I do care about people and yes it is difficult for me to show it. But let's face it, when your mother passes you off to a nanny so that she can traipse around with God knows who and nothing you do seems to please your father, you begin to put up walls around your heart. And somehow along the way, each little barb, each joke, each zinger, each prank, chiseled away a little piece of that wall surrounding my heart.

My pride however was different. I normally wouldn't openly show how I feel to anyone, anything, ok scratch that, so maybe I do vent a little to Chester but he is just a little ball of fur that likes to chew on my favorite shoes and stretches out across my bed like it is very own.

Today though was a different story. I slept in the guest room after I told Maxwell that we needed time off. By that time it had been too late to return to my penthouse to pack my things and I wanted to stay close. I'm not going to lie. This whole situation even thus far has been fairly mushy mushy. I may not be completely heartless but in all the time that I have known Niles, nothing has ever been that simple between us. We normally don't hug. We don't fall asleep in the same bed. Hell half the time we don't even have a normal conversion. Yet, yesterday when he told me that his mother had a heart attack and he would have to go back to England, it was like a slap in the face. A wake up call for everything that I thought I would never have to see.

And I am troubled. Troubled by this whole damn situation. First we fight. Then we bicker and throw zingers and instead of completing our never ending cycle of torture, there is change. A change that I can't quite figure out what to do with. All I know right now is that later on today he and I will board a plane for England and who knows this whole experience could change things for us. It's confusing. So damn confusing.

He hasn't spoken to me since I left to speak with Maxwell last night. He hasn't left his room and he hasn't even let Nanny Fine in on the conversation. I saw Maxwell leaving Niles' room early this morning and I am sure that somehow those two stubborn British men probably had a heart to heart. But two days without a good zinger is about to drive me crazy. I get that the man was upset about his mother but damn the least he could do was throw a barb my way.

So I approach his room figuring that he knows what time we are supposed to be at the airport and that he should be close to being packed by this point. He doesn't answer on the first knock. And I hear a grunt in response to the second. I take charge and just open the door anyways. He is sitting there on the bed with his suitcase standing close and he is looking a photograph of his mother. I can't help but sigh.

Niles is an emotional man. He might be British and reserve some of this emotion but he is an emotional man.

But even in his time of weakness, I know that right now being sappy with him is not what he needs. If he needs anything it is going to be normalcy. But if anything, I think I need the normalcy more than he does. Just to show me that he is still there. Underneath all of the sadness and the grief that has washed over him the past two days.

"Let's go, Merry Maid. There is a plane to catch and I don't intend on being late."

"There is still plenty of time." He said still looking as if I had finally out smarted one of his tricks.

"Not if I want to head to my place to pack my stuff. Do you really think that your family would appreciate me wearing the same thing every day? Now grab your stuff, shut your trap and if you are a good little butler I will even let you drive my Mercedes back to my place."

He is confused. I can tell. It is not a look that I see on his face very often but when it still shocks me every time it does.

"Wait, why?" I look at him as if he has a second head. Has the news really made him this dense? "You are going with me," he says as if the light bulb in his head finally turned on.

"Of course, I am going. It is not every day that I get to see a pig fly." He smiles. I know that this means the world to him. Knowing that I dropped everything even my work at the moment to go with him and see his mother.

"Yeah well, it's not every day that you get to see a witch fly without her broomstick."

"That was weak, Niles, real weak. You can do better than that."

"Thank you," he says. Thank You. Thank You. I don't know what to say. We have never really had a conversation like this before. So we may exchange Christmas gifts and such but thank you, it's not something that is said very often to me.

Again my thoughts are out of control. It is just the situation I tell myself. He wouldn't have said it if it weren't for this situation. And by the look on his face, I can tell that he is probably thinking the same thing. We look at each other until I can't stand it anymore. Talking never really has been my thing and the last thing that either of us needs right now is to analyze where this is taking us. So I grab him by the arm and force him to stand up. "Now let's go. We are already short on time as it is and I still need to talk to the woman next door about keeping Chester. So like I said, grab your stuff, shut your trap, and you can drive my Mercedes."

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