Pansy gets called away to DC on a fashion emergency as Sam is flying to London to create a new SHEILD base of operation. Can the plans they are trying to make finally end with them both being in the same city at the same time?
FlyBoy: I'll be in London sometime soon
BabyGirl: Work or pleasure?
FlyBoy: Both … Fury is sending me to negotiate with MI-6
BabyGirl: Is Fury going to let you have any fun?
FlyBoy: I will find a way
BabyGirl: How soon will you be here?
FlyBoy: Not soon enough
BabyGirl: Bloody hell … gotta go
FlyBoy: Everything okay
BabyGirl: Phone call … bigwig
FlyBoy: Go … be your bad self
BabyGirl: Please let this not be an emergency
Pansy looked at the number that flashed on her phone as she sent the last message to Sam. "Please let this be something simple."
"Good afternoon, Pansy Parkinson speaking."
"Ms. Parkinson, This is Edmund Everet, private secretary to Madame Quahog. Do you have a moment."
"Madame Quahog, as in the First Lady of MACUSA?"
"Yes, your reputation as a woman who can find the perfect gown for the perfect event has reached her ears. She needs your help, if you are available."
"Let me check my diary."
"Madame Quahog has a gala in three days and needs your expertise. If you are available, there will be a portkey waiting to bring you to Washington DC as soon as you can pack a bag."
"Washington DC? I thought MACUSA was in New York."
"There is a joint event with the Non-Mag Congress so we are in Washington. Will this be a problem.?"
"No, sir. Does she have a wardrobe or will she need me to provide dresses?'
"She will need three outfits for the weekend as well as two gowns for evening events. How soon can you be ready to travel?"
"I will need a few hours to pack and contact clients to rearrange commitments. I will also need to make arrangements with vendors in Washington."
"There will be a portkey waiting for you in the London office in four hours. Do we need to make arrangements for your lodging while you are here?"
"Thank you, but that will not be necessary. I have a place I can stay while I am in DC. Please let Madame Quahog know I appreciate the opportunity and look forward to working with her."
"I look forward to seeing you soon, Ms. Parkinson."
"I look forward to this opportunity as well, Mr. Everett. I will see you in a few hours."
Pansy laid her mobile on her bed and began to spin in circles.
"Bloody hell, I have to leave in four hours. Breathe, Parkinson. Make a list of what has to be done then do it. You have a client waiting for you."
Pansy: Going out of town tonight.
Ginny: Since when?
Pansy: Since I got a call from the States for a fashion emergency
Ginny: How long will you be gone?
Pansy; Don't know. Have to catch a portkey in a few hours
Ginny: Do I need to check on your flat and store?
Pansy: Yes, please.
Ginny: Who is the client?
Pansy: The First Lady of MACUSA … Madame Quahog
Ginny: Are you headed to New York?
Pansy: No, DC. She is there for som bloody event that she has no clothes for
Ginny: A certain FlyBoy is in DC …
Pansy: I have to work
Ginny: You know, if you had a store there
Pansy: I would still be panicking
Ginny: Call Blaise, he has contacts
Pansy: Doing that when I get there
Ginny: Maybe you will get some down time to see Sam
Pansy: I hope so … I have an idea I need to talk to him about
Pansy shook her head and struggled to orient herself to the Portkey station hidden in Union Station in Washington DC. She needed to pick up her luggage and then find a way to get to Sam's flat. Reaching in her bag, Pansy took out her mobile and turned it on. "Let's see if FlyBoy finally checked his messages."
"Bloody hell," Pansy grumbled as she looked at the unread messages. "I guess I had better call in his back up."
Pansy: I'm in DC
Hermione: Was this planned?
Pansy: Emergency call from an important client.
Hermione: Does Sam know you're in town?
Pansy: He isn't answering his mobile
Hermione: Where are you?
Pansy: Portkey station in Union Station
Hermione: I can't leave but I'll send Steve.
Pansy: Thank you
Hermione: Do you need a place to stay?
Pansy: I was hoping to stay with Sam
Hermione: We have a key to his place. Steve will let you in
Pansy: Thanks. I still need to get in touch with Blasie … The bloody git owes me a favor or three
Hermione: Hold your wand. Steve is on his way
Pansy dropped her bag on Sam's bed as she looked around his bedroom. She was tired, stressed and disappointed. Sam was not home.
"Where are you, FlyBoy?" Pansy felt her voice echo through the empty flat. "I finally come to you and you aren't here. Just my bloody luck."
Pansy sat on the edge of Sam's bed and took off her shoes. "MIght as well take a nap before the work begins. Just a few minutes."
The shrill of her mobile woke Pansy from a deep sleep. "Pansy Parkinson speaking. How may I help you."
"Ms. Parkinson. Madame Quahog speaking. When will you be available to meet tomorrow?"
"Madame? Please pardon me, I need to get my diary."
"Take your time dear. We have time."
"I apologize. I have not long gotten settled from my trip. Here it is."
"How was your portkey? Did you find appropriate accommodations."
"A portkey is a portkey, Madame. I can meet with you at your hotel early tomorrow morning. I have arranged a conference room for us to use to choose, try on and alter any outfits you find to your liking."
"Your reputation for efficiency is well earned, I see."
"Yes, ma'am. I have arranged for the boutiques and seamstress to come to us. I understand your first event is tomorrow night?'
"We can discuss everything when you get here in the morning. I look forward to seeing what you have planned. Eight am sharp?"
"Yes ma'am. I am looking forward to working with you. Until morning, then."
"Until morning. Good night, Ms. Parkinson."
"Good night, Madame."
Pansy looked at the clock on her mobile as she ended her call. It felt much later than the clock said it was. She also had a string of messages from Sam.
"Bloody hel…"
Pansy: He is in London and I am in DC
Ginny: There is something wrong with this picture.
Pansy: He sent me a picture.
Ginny: And …
Pansy: You let him into my flat
Ginny: He looked so lost
Pansy: I have to be at work in less than 8 hours
Ginny: You might want to get some sleep
Pansy: I'm trying
Ginny: Turn on the play list and relax
Pansy: I just want to come home
Ginny: The sooner you get this job done the sooner you can come home
Pansy: Do you know something?
Ginny: He is working on something with Harry
Pansy: He said SHEILD was working with MI-6
Ginny: Do you think the Ministry could keep their fingers out of this
Pansy: Can Harry keep him there until I get back?
Ginny: He is going to be here for a while.
Pansy: I have a few things to line up if I am going to make this idea work
Ginny: Talk to him
Pansy: I will … when I have it figured out
Ginny: Talk to him. I think Harry gave him a really good idea
Pansy looked around the room and sighed. Chaos and fabric covered every surface of the room and she was exhausted. But, Madame Quahog had all the outfits and dresses she needed. Pansy could go home.
But first, she needed to sign a lease on a storefront in Olde Towne. She had a plan and she might have even found a manger for her Olde Towne idea.
"Pansy, darling, thank you so much. I could never have survived this weekend without your help." Madame Quahog exited her changing room in a breeze of chiffon and lavender. "I cannot wait to tell all my friends just how wonderful you are. How long will you be staying in DC?"
"It has been a pleasure to work with you, Madame." Pansy took a deep breath and thought about the best way to phrase the rest of her answer. "I am returning to London in a few days. I do have a business and clients to take care of. But, if things go well, I will be looking to work with clients on both sides of the pond in the near future."
"Please let me know how those plans work out." Madame Quahog kissed Pansy on both cheeks. "I will have events that I need you for after today. Mr Everet may just keep you on speed dial."
"I look forward to the possibilities." Pansy grinned as she watched her most recently satisfied client breeze out the door. "All I have to do is figure out all the bloody details. No big deal. Opening two shops in two far off locations while trying to build a relationship. I have survived a war. I can do this."
FLyBoy: What is that?
BabyGirl: The start of an idea
FlyBoy: It looks like a disaster
BabyGirl: For now
FlyBoy: What did you do?
BabyGirl: I might have signed a paper or two
FlyBoy: That looks like Olde Towne Alexandria
BabyGirl: That's because it is
FlyBoy: Sweetness, what did you do?
BabyGirl: I bought a building
FlyBoy: What about London
BabyGirl: I own that building too
FlyBoy: What are you planning?
BabyGirl: I'll tell you when I get back to London
FlyBoy: When will that be?
BabyGirl: Soon. Don't go anywhere
FlyBoy: Don't plan too, Trying to work out rotation schedules and things between MI-6, SHIELD, the Ministry and MACUSA.
BabyGirl: How much longer are you going to be in London?
FlyBoy: According to Potter - forever
BabyGirl: Do not believe what that menace tells you
FlyBoy: I am actually thinking at least another few weeks
BabyGirl: I miss you
FlyBoy: Come home soon
BabyGirl: Working on it
Pansy picked up the sketch that she had been carrying around in her bag for the last six months. A second store in a second country. Could she really pull it all off? Could this be the key to them being able to keep doing what they love and each other?
She would have to wait to find out when she saw Sam again. "Pull yourself together, Parkinson. You have a bloody lot of work to get done if you are going to make this work."
With that declaration, Pansy set the sketch on the bedside table beside her phone and laid down in the bed. Hugging Sam's pillow to her chest, Pansy fell asleep dreaming of time with her personal flyboy.