Staying in one place for too long is never a very good idea for a man who doesn't age.
Before he'd met Abigail and Abe, he'd lived in London for about eleven years, and while most of his friends and acquaintances had been aged dramatically by the years of war they'd faced, he was still conspicuously young looking.
Which meant it was time to go.
Moving was certainly something he had become used to over the centuries, but Abigail had never done anything of the sort. "I grew up in London," she'd said, "Lived here my whole life. Even when the evacuations started, I never left; I always knew there would be people around here who would need me."
She'd had no idea how right she was at the time, but that was beyond the point.
Abe, of course, found moving to be an exciting idea.
"Will there be dragons there?" had been his first question as soon as his father had announced their eventual relocation.
"We shall do our best to find some," he had replied. Abe's eyes had lit up at the prospect, and he hadn't had the heart to tell him of the creature's mythical origins.
Packing was easier said than done; while he had a ready supply of clothing and supplies and notes to take with him at a moment's notice, Abigail and Abraham were not so prepared.
Besides, Abby absolutely refused the idea of leaving anything behind. "Dropping most of our possessions and fleeing across the sea would give everybody reason to question," she explained immediately, lifting her chin the way she usually did when she defied him, "And if they ask too many questions, they might just learn something they weren't meant to learn."
He had to hand it to her, it was sound logic and a good argument, so he agreed to take his time and pack thoroughly, leaving nothing behind but an old pair of boots already gathering dust in the small closet under the stairs.
On the last day, Abby had turned back around at their former home, biting her lip and blinking rapidly. Abe, still young and unknowing, had grinned at it widely, unaware that they were unlikely to return.
He had sadly reached out a hand, taking hers and twining their fingers together. "You alright?" he asked, a bit afraid she'd decide not to go after all.
She turned swiftly, most likely guessing his train of thought by his tone.
"Yes," she said quickly, sniffing and waving a hand at the house briskly. "It's only a building.
"As long as I have my boys," she continued, looping an arm around him and Abe easily and squeezing them to her, "I'll always have a home."
A/N: Hooray for fluff! XD
~Persephone