fandomhigh | BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday morning

"You are sure you do not wants me to wait with you?" J.Lo asked, pressing his squooshy frog face against Slushious's passenger window.

Tip's mom leaned past him to wave. "Text when you get there safe, Turtlebear."

Tip rolled her shoulders back, putting on her absolute bravest face. "I will." They'd already done the tearful goodbye part, J.Lo just hadn't read the memo. Tip resolutely turned away, heading toward the lounge where the school instructions said to wait for the shuttle bus.

"I am changing my minds!" J.Lo called after her. She heard her mom start Slushious's engine up, then start to putter away. "I am not too many olds for high schooooooooooooool!"

Tip made it all the way onto one of the lounge's benches, her suitcases tucked underneath, before her shoulders sagged again. Which was good, because if she hadn't, it'd be one of those legs-gone-away, dropped-on-her-ass moments. Pardon her language.

"C'mon, Tip," she told herself, swiping quickly at her cheeks. "Chin up. You drove across the US with an alien when you were 11. High school should be easy."

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"Sir, yes, sir," FN-2187 said, filling in the standard code of conduct for 'other rules.' Should he put his helmet back on? This superior officer hadn't told him to put his helmet back on.

"I can't figure out if it's a power trip or weird that you're calling me 'sir' without me threatening anyone with a bad grade if you don't," Fred said. He was thinking about it very seriously.

"Sir?" FN-2187 asked politely, trying to mask his confusion. "What else should I call you, sir?"

"I don't have a good enough answer to that, so let's stick with 'Sir,'" Fred said. "This a military thing, or are you just aggressively polite?"

"...it's a military thing, sir." He was wearing his armor and everything!

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