I also own Ian.
The drive to the airport seemed longer than it was. Rose wanted to talk to Mutt but she knew whatever she said he would reply with some kind of snide comment. They drove in silence and upon entering the airport stayed silent. Mutt finally talked when buying the tickets and the noise startled Rose.
They walked towards the terminal and sat waiting for the plane. Anger bubbled inside of Rose and she stood up to try and cool herself down by looking at the many shops, "Where are you going?" Asked Mutt like a father does when his daughter goes to a party in a very short dress.
"Look, Mutt. I want to find our kids too, stop acting like such a… such a dick!" Rose let the anger and fear spurt out of her. She stormed towards the burger bar behind her, letting hot tears fall down her cheek and trace her jaw-bone. She ordered food and crammed it down her throat, resulting in hiccoughs.
A large shadow fell over her, "I'm sorry." Mutt's low voice was trembling. Rose looked up at her husband and felt herself well up again. She tried to get rid of the lump in her throat by shovelling more food down it. He sat opposite her and searched her eyes for something other than anger.
"I blamed you because I didn't want to blame myself. It wasn't your fault that your legs collapsed."
"Why does anyone have to be blamed for this, Mutt?" Rose managed to mumble through her full mouth. She smiled kindly and put her hand on her husbands. He let himself smile back at her. "It is a terrible thing that happened but we can't blame anyone for it. We need to stick together." Rose had dropped the last eighth of her burger wiped her hand on a serviette and held Mutt's other free hand. He was staring at their wedding rings and he kissed her hand. "I love you, Rose Jones."
"I love you, too." She smiled forcedly and stroked his face. "Now, let's go get our kids." They stood up, leaving the rest of the burger and the plate on the table.
*
Cobra sat in his living room, he was on the phone. "Yes. I understand. They left a while ago... Don't say that about her! Yes… Of course… Well I agreed to it, it was my choice!" Cobra's exasperated voice rang through his empty house. Mum was having a go at him again. "I'm leaving tonight, Mum, and there's nothing you can do about it!" He slammed the phone down and sighed. That's not the way I intended to finish that conversation…
He slowly heaved his huge body off of the armchair and up to his bedroom to pack.
*
When the Jones's arrived they were shaking with terror and anxiety. They made their way in slightly grubby clothes to "The Ritz Hotel." When they entered the huge and glamorous lobby of the five star hotel the couple seemed completely underdressed. "What did the note say, Mutt?" Rose asked self consciously.
"To wait here and someone will come and meet us with "further instructions." We've still got half an hour left so lets sit down." He grabbed his wives hand and dragged her to the sofas near-by. A man wearing a black suit walked over to them, "May I help you, sir, madam?" He asked with mock kindness. He was the sort of stuffy Englishperson they had seen on the television.
"We're just waiting for someone. We won't be here long." Mutt replied with a smile. The man walked away after bowing slightly. "I bet the person who comes to meet us is just as snobby." He said bitterly.
"You don't know that, calm down." Rose whispered while ringing her hands glaring at every person who happened to pass-by.
A large man walked into the hotel. He was largely built with a beer-belly and he had long blonde hair with shots of red in, tied up in a ponytail. He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt with two red dragons on the front, he stuck out like a sore thumb. He raised the top of his sunglasses to reveal glasses (like those you have as a child that have two layers) and searched the room for someone. Rose nudged Mutt, "I think they're early."
The man stood and gazed around the room until his eyes settled on the Jones's. He smiled broadly and walked quickly over to them. "Hi, you must be Mutt and Rose Jones, correct?" He had a soft welsh accent and a slight lisp. Mutt and Rose took his outstretched hand and he shook them vigorously. "I'm Ian Evans. Your father said you needed some help and I'm just the person for the job, that is, according to him." Mutt relaxed slightly, he was sent by his father.
"You look surprised to see me."
"Someone is supposed to be meeting us to tell us what to do to get back our children, that's all." Rose answered with a slight smile. Ian's face dropped, "I'm so sorry I didn't know, your father just said you needed a man who knew the UK better than anyone and that my knowledge as an Archaeologist would be useful." Rose and Mutt sat back in their seats and watched the hands on their watches move slowly to midnight.
"I'm sorry but I must ask you to leave, unless you want to book a room." The snobby man returned and didn't fake any kindness towards the couple. "Please, we have to stay here a little longer, please." Rose's eyes welled.
"No, I must insist-" He took Rose's arm and pulled her up."Please no!"
"- Get your hands off my wife!" Before the man could say anything else he felt a strong fist snap his nose. Ian stared at the two of them, by this time they were closer to the doors. He looked at the seats and noticed a letter. Ian picked it up and followed them out of the door stifling a laugh as he walked past the man with a broken nose.
Ian is based on the coolest Archaeologist in the world, he helped me the most when I did work experience so this is dedicated to him!
