"Daddy!" I saw my father sitting in one of the airport chairs, flipping through one of his art books, as I trudged off the plane tube. His eyes immediately shot up to see me, a smile growing on his rugged face.

"Jane." He grinned and brought me into his arms once we came together. The last time I saw him was in the hospital and he was pale, a little tired and sickly looking, but now he had his regular tan, Italian skin glow and he shaved the beard that was beginning to form. I missed his arms around me, the feel of security and protection. Only a father could really provide that. "I've missed you. Even though it's been two or three months." He chuckled.

"Well, that's too long." I said, smiling back up at him. His cologne was the same: a strong pinewood scent that made me hug him tighter. I've smelt that same odor for the past years since I was a baby. He never seemed to change.

"Here, let me help you." He grabbed two of my bags for me, grunting from the effort.

"You sure?" I asked and he just nodded as we made our way to retrieve the rest of my bags at the baggage claim. As I turned on my mobile, a dozen tweets and text notifications popped up on my dashboard--the tweets being from fans and the texts being from everyone at the office. I smiled at the picture Lindsay sent me. It was a picture she must have taken during a Let's Play the guys and I did. I was flipping off Gavin while he mocked the motion back to me and in the background you could see Geoff laughing his arse off. Oh god, I was definitely going to miss that.

"Here they come." My dad said, dropping the bags he was holding and collecting my red bags that pushed their way over to us.

"Dad, I'm just gonna take a minute. I said I would call Gavin." He nodded his understanding and I left, tapping Gavin's number as I walked away, biting my lip for it started to tremble. It was so hard leaving the guys--my Gavin. I literally broke down in my seat on the airplane, leaning my head against the window seat as I let the tears fall down from my eyes. It was such a heart breaking thing to do, but at least everyone was supportive of my decision and they would make sure to contact me the whole time I was out here.

"Hello?" I smiled as I heard my Gavy's voice and I almost let out a sob from hearing it. It was hoarse and I don't doubt he was crying.

"Hi," My voice shook a little. "I made it."

"Oh, thank god. The plane ride takes forever, so I was really worried. Lindsay, she's fine!" Gavin yelled and I chuckled. 

"Yeah, my dad's here too and we're just getting my baggage ready. What are you doing at the moment?" I watched as my dad started to come over, my bags in tow.

"Just hanging out at the office, playing a bit of GTA V to get my mind off of you leaving," I heard him sigh and I could imagine him ruffling his already tousled hair. "I already miss you. Is it too soon?" I shook my head quickly, but realised he couldn't see me.

"No, definitely not. I miss you already too. I'm gonna go to sleep early every day so I can see you at the convention quicker," I said and he chuckled. "Did Burnie get me a pass?" Burnie said he was going to call in and purchase a workers' pass for me, so that Gavin and I could be close and side by side. 

"Yeah, he did once you left. I can't wait to see you in two weeks," Gavin said. My dad motioned for me to follow him out and to the car he had parked alongside the curb. The airport at this time wasn't busy. It was around almost midnight, making it sometime in the afternoon back in Texas. "By the way, that reminds me. Dan wanted to know if you could give him a ride there to the building?" I practically laughed as I hopped into the passenger side of the car as my dad said he would put my bags in.

"What a lazy arse. Doesn't he know how to drive?" I clicked in my seat belt. My dad got in beside me and popped in the key to start the ignition. As he sped off, I looked out the window, phone pressed to my ear, and watched as the familiarities I grew up with passed by me, making me feel a little more relaxed.

"Well, yeah, but he thought it would be easier to carpool. But to be honest, I think he's bullshitting. In reality, I think he has a tiny crush on you." We both laughed, my laugh making my dad's head turn towards me, wondering what was so funny.

"I'll make him my male-mistress." I grinned.

"He'll be so pleased." Gavin chuckled. There was a long silence after that, making me look down and stare at my feet.

"I love you, Jane. Don't forget that. Alright, love? Please, don't." His voice had become hoarse again, making me teary eyed and my bottom lip tremble once more. I didn't want to hear him like that because it made me feel guilty--I caused him that pain, I gave him a reason to cry and have depression clot his mind.

"I love you, too," I gulped and laid my head back. My dad's hand came over to grip my knee, comforting me with just a single squeeze. I looked over and smiled at him, grasping his hand back. "I promise I won't forget, so don't you decide to lose your memory about me and how much I love you."  He chuckled.

"That'd be the most stupidest thing for me to do. Even more stupid than losing Squidgephelp." 

"Gavin! Did you seriously just bring your fucking worm into this." I said a quiet apology to my dad for cursing, but he just chuckled.

"He was such a good worm." Gavin mocked cried and I laughed, shaking my head and wiping my eyes. "What's that Geoff? Oh, okay. Geoff says hi and he already misses you. I have to go though...stupid Podcast." He sighed.

"I'll make sure to watch it later." I said. "Love you, Gav."

"Love you, too, Jay." And with that we hung up, my heart breaking.

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My room was the same as I last saw it: my queen-sized bed was covered with the pale pink comforter and lace hand work that etched along the bodice, the walls were the same blank white paint and had poem quotes written here and there from the many years of my pencil work, the desk I always used to sit at was fit snugly against the window that looked out onto the lovely neighbourhood I grew up on. Nothing's changed.

As I sat down my luggage near my bed, I collapsed onto the sheets, taking in the familiar smells that I always knew. I was so tired from the 8 hour plane ride, including the 2 hour trip from Texas to Florida. I didn't know it, but soon enough I fell asleep, still in my day clothes.

I woke up to the smells of baking pancakes and french toast, making my dry mouth begin to water. I groaned, not remembering where I was until I looked out of the window in front of me and sighed. Tottenham. Brilliant.

I stripped out of the dirty clothes I had slept in and zipped open my bags to extract my Harley Quinn shirt, my black jeans, and the Oxford jumper my father had gotten me a while ago and pulled all of them on. I was going to be starting my skill courses today, so I guess it would be appropriate to dress in spirit wear. I checked my mobile that sat charging on the window sill and smiled at the text Gavin had sent me.

Going to sleep now. Love you, beautiful-Gav

God, I already missed him. I don't know how I was going to deal with barely seeing him through my four years of college, but hopefully I wasn't going to tread down a miserable path. I couldn't let my father deal with that again.

I skipped out of my room to meet my dad who was working in the kitchen, a splash of powder coating his knuckles and cheek and a towel flipped over his shoulder. "Morning, daddy." I said, smiling and sitting across from where he stood at the kitchen island.

"Morning, sweetheart. Feeling a bit better? More rested?" He kneaded his knuckles against the pancake batter he was going to cook, grunting with the effort.

"Definitely got rid of the jet-lag, but I'm still feeling a little down about leaving." I sighed, tracing invisible patterns on the countertop. "It was probably one of the hardest things I've done."

"Even harder than leaving me?" My dad looked up from his work and smiled at the mortified look on my face. "I'm joking, Jane. I understand. I felt the exact same way when I left to the army--I had to leave your mother behind, who was just three months pregnant with you. I was busting out tears when I arrived at the camp." My dad shook his head as he pounded down on the thin dough.

"How was mum?" I asked, placing my chin on my hand as I listened.

"Stronger than me, that's for sure. We did send each other letters or emailed on the dinosaur computers," I chuckled at his nick name for the old box computers back then. "But I decided to stay strong because I knew that I would be coming back sometime."

 "When did you come back?"

"About a few minutes before your delivery," He snickered as I gasped. "Hey, at least I made it, right?"

"Yeah! When my mum was lying helplessly on the bed with her legs propped up, trying to squeeze a watermelon sized head out!" I said, dramatically and all he did was chuckle. I have never heard this story before, so I was in complete shock. The things my dad keeps secrets of...

I ate the homemade pancakes my dad worked hard on, drowning my breakfast with tons and tons of syrup--Barbs would be proud of me. I was going to be late for my first skill class session, so I kissed his cheek, slipped on my black sneakers, grabbed the bag I was going to use for my four years, and headed out into the cold and windy England morning. I had my liscence here, so I was able to drive around any car.

My dad always left his car keys inside his car, believing no one would try and steal from an ex-army soldier. He had a sticker on the back that proclaimed him to be one along with a few other Army based ones. I always told him it was a bad habit, but he would just shake his head and have none of it. 

I hopped in, turned the stiff key and drove off once it came to life.

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"Jesus..." I muttered as I took in the large campus of Oxford University. It's buildings were cathedral-like, rising high and seemed like pillar giants that were going to fall on you any second. Cars drove smoothly down the streets around here since it was a school zone where many teens were walking to their classes. I wasn't here to start my first four years, but to just sit in a skill class that would prepare me for the first year and the professors would be writing down what classes you should take besides your generals.

 As I began to cross the campus, I was approached by a girl that carried a litte more than four textbooks, her glasses slightly crooked on her nose and her dark blond curls stuck out from odd ends.

"Do you need some help?" I asked her and she looked up from where she was looking at the perched open page of one of the books. "You seem to be struggling." I smiled and she bit her lip.

"These are getting kind of heavy," She sighed before nodding. Her accent had a Scottish twinge to to it, giving her a more medieval appearance. She reminded me of Merida from Brave, minus the red curls the princess had. "Thanks so much." I took two of her books, holding them carefully in my arms.

"No problem." I nodded.

"Are you new here? I've never seen you around campus." She tilted her head, making her glasses become straighter upon her face.

"Yeah, I'm only doing a skill class though. I'll be starting September," I smiled when she let a grin curl her lips. It was a beautiful smile that made her seem more like an angelic medieval princess. "I'm Jane by the way." I said, holding out a hand as I shifted the textbooks to my other arm.

"Oh, right!" She gripped my hand and shook lightly. "I'm Carrie. Can you help me take these books to my classroom? I mean, you don't have to, but--"

"Sure." I shurgged and she smiled even bigger as we walked towards where her classroom was. I seriously began loving this girl as she began to tell me her major, which was Theater Drama. She wanted to become an actress before she turned 25 and she was even in some commercials and plays before her 10th birthday. As she asked what I wanted do, I told her maybe a voice actress or a screenwriter for plays and tv shows and she squealed at my answer. She was such a sweet girl and I hoped to become good friends with her.

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A/N: Eh, pretty much a filler chapter, but I have so many things to do for this story, so just sit tight and wait. I just felt like uploading something, so here ya go :) 

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