A/N: Sorry for the lack of updating. This chapter has needed to be edited for who knows how long. Haven't had the time until now.
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Here's some advice: never wish for something. Why you ask? Because the universe seems to always grant you the complete opposite of what you wished for. Yeah, that's right, I asked for an easy day of work. A day where I could relax at the Library, mess with Stone, tease Cassandra, whip some of my awesome plan up. Maybe even get them together officially – who knows? Sometimes I can't even predict my own awesomeness. But you know what else I can't predict? Flynn Carsen.

Yeah, the Librarian popped up out of nowhere late last night. Told Eve to get everyone together early this morning – we all had to meet at 6 bloody AM to hear his great and so exciting news. Bet you couldn't guess what it was.

"Road trip!" Flynn exclaimed, one hand on the wheel, the other raised high in the air. "Librarians, this is going to be so great – I can show you the Grand Canyon and, oh, Niagara Falls!"

"Aren't those on opposite sides of the country, mate?" I sat in the back of the Expedition Flynn rented, squished in with Stone and Cassandra. Baird obviously got shot-gun – and quite honestly I don't think any of us wanted it. Then you'd have to actually listen.

"Fair point, Jones." Flynn pointed his finger towards me. I was sitting behind Baird, while Stone sat behind Flynn. Cassandra was contently squished in the middle. "So maybe not Niagara Falls."

"And, actually," Cassandra spoke up. "Arizona is about twenty hours from here, so… maybe not Grand Canyon, either."

"Right." Flynn sighed. "Okay, so what is close enough to us that doesn't require being on the road for more than two to three days?"

The van was quiet. Then Cassandra said, "Canada's pretty close. The border is only about eight hours from here."

See that, that got my attention.

"Canada!" Flynn said with great enthusiasm. "Perfect, Ms. Cillian! Canada! I perfect destination."

"Wait, Flynn," Baird said with panic in her voice. "Did everyone bring their passports?"

"Nope." Cassandra said quietly.

I shrugged. "Didn't even think about it."

"This is why you plan this sort of stuff." Stone grumbled. He wasn't too fond of road trips, apparently.

"Psh posh, Eve, we're Librarians! We don't need passports!" Flynn said with a little too much humor in his voice.

Stone sighed and sat up. "You don't have to have a passport to cross the Canadian border."

Flynn's index finger flew back into the air. "Right, there's that, too."

"But does it make it easier?" Baird asked Stone.

"When would it not make it easier?" Stone replied.

"Right, Librarian, turn around."

"But Eve-"

"We've only been on the road for what, five minutes? Turn around before it's too late." Flynn resisted. "Before I turn it around for you."

Flynn turned around at the closest gas station.

This will be real fun. Grumpy Stone, Baird and Flynn acting like and old married couple, and… Cassandra looks a little on the green side.

"You okay there, Red?"

She nodded, forcing a smile. "I just get a little car sick. I'll be fine."

Stone groaned. "Jones, when we get out, you sit in the middle. Give Cassie the window seat."

"Why do I have to sit in the middle? If you're so worried for Cassandra's health, then you can sit in the middle, mate."

Stone pulled up, glaring at me. "Jones-!"

"Guys, I'm fine -!" Cassandra paused, holding her stomach. She looked even more green than before.

Brilliant. Definitely just my kind of hell of a day.

Cassandra's hand flew over her mouth. "Um, could we pull over?"

"Canada here we come!"

We were on the road again. Conveniently for us, we all keep our passports at the Library. So, with a short wait for Baird to gather them all, Flynn to google directions, Cassandra to hurl a few times, and for me and Stone to finally get seating arrangements in order, we were off. Only, what, an hour off schedule? At least we were going to Canada. Not the most awesome place on earth, but it's better than some national park.

"So where are we headed, Flynn?" Cassandra said excitedly, now sitting behind the Librarian. "Vancouver? Vancouver Island? Anywhere in British Columbia?"

"Nope!" He grinned. I couldn't even see it since he was driving, but he was grinning. "Even better!"

Cassandra looked at me, I just shrugged. She looked at Stone, (who was now sitting in the middle. There was no way I would let us all be packed in a car together for hours and hours and not have them squished beside each other) which made Stone feel obligated to speak for the first time since we got back in the car. He whispered to her, "Watch it be a National Park. There's two right up in driving distance."

No. It better not be. If it is -

"Just tell us, Flynn." Baird nagged.

"All right, all right. It's the one and only Banff National Park!" The whole car was silent again. "What? Aren't you guys excited?"

If Cassandra and Stone don't end up together by the end of this trip, I might just let myself get hit by a car on our way back.

"Flynn," I spoke, breaking the never ending silence. Cassandra had thrown up twice, despite her window seat, and was now asleep on Stone's arm. Thanks to me, obviously. One day, I could actually see him thanking me. Anyway, back to the point. Stone was quiet, just sitting in the middle with crossed arms and scowl on his face. Baird was reading – and Flynn, well he had put on classical music for all our ears to hear, and was silently being the conductor to every piece. I can't believe people actually listen to this – it's like they want to fall asleep.

Flynn looked back at me for a second, then replied, "Yes, Ezekiel?"

"Remind me again why we didn't just use the back door for this wild adventure?"

He chuckled. "Well, then we just suck the adventure out of it!"

Baird closed her book and looked at me, a smirk on her face. "This is Flynn's version of team exercises."

"Team exercises, seriously? Don't you think we've had enough of those? I think almost dying on a weekly basis counts for plenty team trust points."

Flynn shrugged. "Well, you guys have, of course. But I have just brought myself back into the team – promising you all to start treating you equally, with respect."

"So you torturing us is your way of showing us respect?"

"Shut up, Jones." Stone grumbled. "Flynn's got a good point. We go on missions, sure, but there's never any real bonding. We might gain trust, but what about all the rest? Like for instance, I don't think you knew Cassandra got car sick 'till today, did ya?"

I leaned back and sulked. "No, you know why? Because we have the wonderful convenience of the back-door."

Stone rolled his eyes. "I don't like road trips just as much as you, all right? But sooner or later you gotta look on the bright side, instead of just sittin' around with a dang cloud over your head all the time."

"Coming from the guy who might as well have made it start raining, due to his rather dreary cloud."

Stone glared at me. "I'm better now, ain't I? I just don't like surprises."

I let out a chuckle through my nose. "Who does?"

"Cassandra," Baird chimed in, a smirk on her face.

"And why not love surprises?" Flynn said. "They bring a thrill of adventure! That little reminder that life always brings forth the unexpected."

She looked at us with a raised brow. "And Flynn, apparently."

We laughed with Baird, and then the car became silent again. That was, until Cassandra woke up having to pee. She bounced up and down until we finally made it to a gas station – but quickly after she came running back in the car and just shook her head.

"What's wrong?" Baird asked.

"Let's just say I hope the Clipping Book never sends us there."

"Thought you had to pee," I reminded.

She looked at me with wide eyes. "I'll hold it."

And she did, until we found a nicer, cleaned place to stop. It also happened to have a place to eat, and so we all piled out so we could get some breakfast before going back on the road.

The little place beside the pit stop was a diner – small, bit smelly, but quaint, I guess. Flynn and Baird sat down at a table separate from us, and us three all sat down at the booth beside them. I slid in one side of the table first, that way I could refuse anyone else to sit beside me, and Cassandra and Stone sat side by side on the other side of the booth. Cassandra ooed and awed at the menu, debating between pancakes or bacon and eggs, and Stone just smiled at her. It would actually be kinda cute, if I didn't have to be a third wheel, that is.

"I'd go with the pancakes," I voiced.

"Why?" Cassandra asked, curiously.

"Carbs settle better on a sour stomach." I gave her a smirk.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to throw up again, Ezekiel. I'm fine. It was simply a fluke, due to shock of an early morning."

"Riiight," I dragged out, looking back at my menu.

"However, I think you're right." Cassandra chirped. "Pancakes sound delicious. - Oh! Orange Juice or Milk?"

Stone and I laughed at her, watching the ginger fret over her first meal of the day. I glanced up and noticed he was staring, gazing at her as she scanned her plastic menu – does he usually do that?"

"What're you gonna get, Stone?"

His head jerked away, looking at me confused. "Oh, right," he looked down at his menu. "Not much of a breakfast person. I'll probably just get some coffee."

"Jake," Cassandra looked almost concerned. "You have to get something to eat. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

He shrugged. "I manage fine without it."

"So you don't like bacon? Or sausage?"

"It's not that I don't like it, Cass, I'm just never hungry for it."

"That's because breakfast boost your metabolism – waking up your stomach and readying you for the rest of the day. If you don't eat it you can become irritable, plus – without it your body can fail to process the glucose you digest properly for the rest of the day."

Stone sighed, clearly seeing he wasn't winning this argument. "I'll get some bacon and eggs, all right?"

Cassandra beamed. "Good."

"Less cranky Stone is always good with me." I teased him. Stone grumbled at me, Cassandra giving me a 'don't be mean' look, as always. "I think I'm leaning towards an omelet."

"Don't." We all three jumped, seeing a man pop out of nowhere. His eyes were dark and his clothes fell loose on his shoulders. "Don't trust the omelet."

We all looked at each other perplexed, and then I said, "All right, mate. Thanks."

The old man walked away, watching us as he went.

Cassandra blinked. "Well, that was … weird."

"You could say that, yeah." I let out a bemused chuckle. "Still gettin' the omelet, though."

"N- really Jones?" Stone waved his hand at me, his face contorted into aggravation. "Don't get the dang omelet."

"I can get the omelet if I wanna get the omelet. I don't think that lune had any clue what a good omelet taste like anyway, do you?"

"Well, I mean," Cassandra considered it. "He would probably know better than us."

I raised a brow at them, a smug look on my face. "For all we know he's passing through, just like us."

"Possibly." Cassandra's mouth slanted to the side. "But, I still wouldn't risk it."

I scoffed. "I'm gettin' the omelet."

The waitress approached the table, her notepad and pen ready to take our orders. "Ready? Or do you still need a few minutes?"

I gave her a charming smile. "I'm ready."

"Same," Cassandra coincided, letting out a short, satisfied breath.

Stone closed his menu. "Yeah, I'm ready."

"Great." The waitress readied her pen. "What'll you have?"

"Well," I started, closing my menu before saying, "I think I'll take the omelet."

I shouldn't have got the omelet. Why in God's name did they let me eat that bloody cursed omelet? We were back on the road, and my stomach was killing me. I think it might actually be trying to murder me right now.

Stone let out a laugh, wagging his head. "I told ya. What did Cassandra say? 'Don't risk it, Jones', and here ya are – dealing with the consequences of you, riskin' it."

I scowled at him as I laid back, gripping my stomach. "Yeah, thanks mate, I really appreciate you stating the obvious."

"Any time, Jones." He patted my shoulder, giving me a very smug, appeased smile. "Any time."

"Um, Eve?" Cassandra spoke up, talking to Baird (who was now driving). "Can we pull over?" She laid a hand over her mouth. Jake gently placed his hand on her back and handed her a trash bag; Eve hurriedly tried to find the closest exit to take.

Yup, this trip was going to take much longer than the twelve estimated hours. My stomach gurgled, and I moaned. "I'm with Red. Let's pull over."

This road trip adventure will continue, just not sure for how long. Right now it just has one more chapter to it - but I haven't finished that chapter, so we'll see.

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