A double drabble this time.
Eleven
She's planning her supper and not really paying attention the day she walks into her kitchen to discover a stranger sitting there. Startled, she drops her groceries. She grabs a chair, brandishing it at the man sitting serenely at her table. "Who are you?" She demands. The man, unperturbed, pushes a file towards her. "Mrs. Williams," he says, "I'm here on behalf of the government. Your husband tells us you've got some...specialized skills." Amy doesn't let go of the chair, though she does let it sag a little. "Yeah, so?"
"Your country needs you, Mrs. Williams."
Amy sets the chair on the floor and sits in it. "It's not my country yet," she says. The man's expression doesn't change. "A technicality." Amy raises an eyebrow. "Oh?" The man shrugs. It's very...deliberate. "I'm sure it'll get cleared up soon," says. "But in the meantime...We've got a situation that might interest you," he says. "Requires a specialist." Amy keeps her face neutral. "And my husband?" she asks. "Wouldn't dream of breaking up such an esteemed partnership." Amy folds her arms and doesn't even glance at the file before her. "When do I leave?"