“Sit still.” Frank muttered as his girlfriend squeezed his hand.

“I can’t!” Nat squealed. She craned her neck, her eyes scanning the airport terminal eagerly. “Where is she?”

He glanced around lazily before turning back to Nat. She sat bolt upright in her chair, her short hair was pushed behind her ears and her eyes darted around the room, nearly popping out of her skull. She’d stiffen and squeeze his hand whenever she thought she saw her best friend and slouch when no one caught her eye. Frank could barely feel his fingers from the constant squeezing and he silently wished the girl would show up already.

“Frank!” Nat squeaked and almost yanked him out of his seat. He looked up as Nat stood and sighed at the recognizable curtain of black hair and throat voice that defined Dominica. The two women jumped up and down before parting and Nat held Dom’s face. Her eyes sparkled and her smile was genuine as she spoke to his girlfriend.

“Oh, you look great! And your hair! It’s so long!” Nat pulled her back into a hug and Dom coughed.

“Alright, alright, let her go before she suffocates,” Frank placed a hand on both women’s shoulders and pulled them apart. Dom gave him a wink before turning to him and opening her arms.

“Hi, Frankie,” she said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “It’s been a while.”

He chuckled. “How long again? Since that show in Chicago?”

She shook her head and nodded, pulling away. “Yeah, about that.”

“Yeah, about that,” Frank mocked and they both laughed. “It’s good to see you again, kid.”

She nodded and grinned. “I missed you guys so much.”

Nat pulled Dom away and Frank followed with a smile. He watched as his girl friend planted a kiss on Dom’s forehead and dragged her towards baggage claim. He grabbed the forgotten carry on and followed after them with a chuckle. Dom had promised two weeks in New York before she moved out to LA. He had a nagging feeling these two weeks were going to be interesting.
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“Is there a reason we’re here?” Frank stared up the dilapidated building that was Dom’s old studio.

He glanced over at her and she sighed with a shrug. “I just felt like I needed to come here.”

He groaned and Nat nudged him roughly. “If she needs to be here, then let her be here.”

“But—”

“Stop it, Frank.”

Dom ignored the two of them, her focus on the building in front of her. She took a few steps forward and pushed open the rusted from door. The metal creaked as Frank and Nat followed her inside the drafty lobby. She glanced around, it hadn’t changed much the years of being abandoned had gained it a few broken windows and piles of leaves in the corners of the lobby. Trash was scattered periodically along the stone floor and Dom kicked it away as she made her way to the stairs.

“I wouldn’t go up there,” Frank warned as she moved toward the door and she turned to see him and Nat standing just in the front door looking nervous.

“You don’t have to come with me.”

“No, you’re not going alone,” Nat marched to her side. She placed her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows at Frank who groaned and stomped over to them.

“Fine, let’s just fucking get this over with.”

With a satisfied smile Nat held her hand out from Dom to leave the way so she jogged up to the first floor and into the leaf strewn hallway. There were two doors lining the hall and she made her way to the one on the left, testing the rusted doorknob. When the door clicked open she moved into the space and sighed. The skylight that lit most of the room had been broken and puddles glimmered on the cement floor. Ratty furniture littered the room and a few newspapers that Dom kicked out of the way as she made her way into the middle of the room. She took a deep breath in and stared up at the dripping ceiling.

“Still smells like rain,” she muttered.

“Yeah, fucking gross,” Frank grumbled and Nat punched him in the stomach. “Ow! Fuck.”

“Then be nice,” she hissed and Dom turned at watch their whispered argument. A smile crept across her face as Nat poked him and he nudged her back before they paused and looked at her.

“Why aren’t you two married yet?” she asked with a laugh.

Frank blushed, “Shut up.”

“Seriously, though. You should just ask her already,” Dom pressed. “I know you already have a ring.”

Frank’s cheeks flushed an even deeper red and Nat’s jaw dropped.

“You do?”

Dom joined them by the door of the studio and draped her arm over her best friend’s shoulders. “Oh man, you have no idea, babe. He’s been planning almost everything. When he’s gonna ask you to move in with him, when he’s gonna propose. It’s pathetic, really.”

“Stop it, Dom.”

“No, no I wanna hear this,” Nat held her hand up as Dom continued.

“… When he wants to get married, have the first kid. You’re set for life, chick.”

Nat rounded on her boyfriend, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Is this true, Frankie?”

“Maybe?” he lied and she laughed.

“You were going to ask me to move in with you?”

“Yeah, after Dom decided to move to LA with Gerard. I just… I thought it was time, you know.”

Nat stared at him expectantly and Dom nudged him lightly. “I think she’s waiting for you to actually ask,” she whispered.

“Oh, uh, so, will you move in with me?” he muttered and Nat jumped into his arms almost knocking him over.

“Fuck yes!” she laughed and kissed him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Dom gagged. “Jesus Christ I’m gonna vomit from all the adorable. Sheesh.”

Nat flipped her off as she continued kissing Frank and Dom sighed. “Hurry up, the mood is gone. We should just go home.”

“Why the hell did we even come here?” Frank asked as Nat finally let his face go.

“I just needed closure,” Dom sighed as they exited the building. “It sort of fits. This place is out of commission, I’m moving forward. Or… trying to. Leaving this shit behind.”

“Well, now we’re going to your other studio because I have something for you,” Nat grinned, grabbing Frank’s hand and leading him down the stairs into the subway.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, just wait,” she winked and thy waited patiently for the train, Nat and Frank sharing a few kisses while Dom stood away from them reading the graffiti on the wall.

“’Scuse me, miss,” a gruff voice brought her out of her head an she turned, freezing at the familiar hazel eyes she’d grown to fear.

“K-Kurt,” she whispered. “How the fuck…?”

He smirked at her through the hood he had over his face and his hand brushed hers, pushing a crinkled envelope into her hand. “Good to see you again,” he winked before walking away leaving Dom a trembling mess as the train squealed to a stop and Nat called her to get on before it left her behind.