"I don't see why we have to drop everything and leave! To Scotland, no less! I mean, really, nine. Really?!" Donna ranted, as they walked to the airport terminal.

"He's my brother, donna. That's why we gotta drop everything and leave. To Scotland." Nine repeated for what was most likely the four hundredth time this morning.

"We could have been doing something fun! I've told you that I've wanted to ice skate for years, but 'OH NO, DONNA!' we can't go there was the only response I got!" she raved, handing her luggage to nine, who looked tired.

She kept muttering, even when they had boarded the plane, and had a cocktail of her choice in front of her.

—

"AMY! Would ya hurry up?!" Rory yelled outside, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel.

"OH WOULD YOU WAIT FOR FIVE SECONDS?!" she yelled from the inside, as she threw a bunch of keys into her purse and dragged her purse and shoulder bag outside.

"You've been saying that for an hour!" he muttered, waiting for his wife to come outside so that they could leave for the airport.

"It's been fifteen minutes! Calm down! Just a minute more!"

Rory winced, and sighed.

Twenty minutes later, they finally left for the airport.

—-

"NINA! Hurry up! We're waiting!" the end of Angie's sentence was punctuated with a loud honk, as artie leaned over the seat and pressed the horn of the car longer.

Nina capped her lipstick, making sure there wasn't a hair out of place, grabbed her bag and rushed outside.

"Alrighty. Let's go." She said, smiling, as Angie and artie settled at the back, muttering things like 'Finally!' and 'oh come on, already!'

She ignored them, and turned her key. After all, she had her best friend's wedding to get to.

—

"Rose! Honey! Come on, we gotta leave now if we're to catch our flight!" ten yelled out, as rose finally finished making sure if all the doors were locked.

She was talking to her friend, someone whose name ten couldn't remember for his life's sake, the one who took care of rose's bookstore when she wasn't there.

He groaned and muttered, feeling uncomfortable as his girlfriend stumbled around grabbing her tablet, and her phone and what not.

Finally, she ushered him to walk out, as she followed, giving strict instructions to what's-her-name.

—-

"Professor Song, you have never taken a day of leave. Not once. Even that one time when you had an extremely bad case of flu! What's the big matter that you simply have to leave for a month now?!" The dean asked, as professor song simply smiled.

"Spoilers, sweetie." She said, her smile widening, as she turned around and walked out, her plane ticket stuffed into her purse.

—

"Jack. Jack. Jack. Jack. JACK HARNESS, STOP IGNORING ME!" Martha yelled loudly, her boyfriend and her luggage in the car outside.

"Yes, Martha, what is it?!" a voice yelled back, from the room.

"What are you doing in there?! I already took everything we'll need!" she said, knocking against the door, again.

"You forgot the main thing!" jack yelled back.

Martha's expression was confused, before she realized what he meant and started telling him how disgusting he was.

An hour later, they were ordering drinks from an air hostess.

—

Clary and Oswin giggled as they got out from the taxi and took out their luggage.

She looked at the hotel, and then at each other.

Their sister's wedding would be the best time ever. They'd meet guys, and have fun, and drink, and-

"GIRLS! Stop being girly in the middle of the road!" their father's voice cut off all thoughts of procrastination, and flattened their attitudes as badly risen dough.

They both sighed, picking up their luggage, and started walking towards the hotel, where their sister and their soon-to-be brother-in-law awaited for their big family.

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