He was bored and tired. Not tired in the sense of sleep but tired with where he stood on a daily basis, so her suggestion about getting away was one he jumped at. He didn't even care when she first brought it up if it cost him his job, that would just light the fire under him to get him out and looking for something he wanted to do more. But then she reminded him that she could extend time, they could do a week in a night. Only, unlike Vegas, they'd know it was happening and they'd be able to truly make the most of it. The missing week was still bothering him, but he couldn't do much about it and watching her stress out about things, things he couldn't help with, well that was just making him more on edge. So escape, leaving for awhile, that was something he knew they both needed and they had the means to do it.

He still hadn't gotten fully use to the idea of her teleportation. It was a better thing than his transformer car or the weird red suits he had hanging in the closet. Who wanted latex suits? Maybe they were leather, did it matter? He didn't think it mattered. It was annoying, granted he knew Halloween was covered this year, unless he could talk her into going as Morticia and he'd be Gomez. He had a feeling they could rock that if they wanted to. Then again, where they going anywhere? Another thing to talk to her about when they got back and actually had to remember life existed.

He loved her smile, he loved making her smile. He knew she constantly complained about it, but he also knew she didn't actually mind that he was the one behind it. He liked when it was unexpected, when he could turn around and she'd have that little grin pulling at her lips and he knew it was because of something he'd done or said. This trip, this reason to escape, that was going to make her smile. She'd said anywhere, and his first choice had been Paris, to see the Catacombs, to see the skeletons of people who had been long since dead. He knew they could go anywhere, but why not here? Why not to a city where they'd be ignored and no one would know them? Plus, who didn't want to see the catacombs? He'd have to make sure they didn't bring anything home, that could end poorly for them both.

He wasn't the best at documenting things they did, not when it came to pictures of himself, but he loved taking them of her. When she wasn't paying attetion was usually best. She looked the most relaxed, the most like she was having fun and not wearing a mask, putting on a play. He loved her, he'd loved her for longer than he'd not. They'd been best friends since childhood, a bond that no matter the distance they'd managed to keep up. He knew people were always a little unsure as to when they went from friends to more, but he never really saw it as that, it wasn't that they weren't friends anymore, they were still friends. Best friends. He trusted her with everything, anything. But now they were just different, now they were married, now it wasn't just friendship. Now, it wasn't just someone who he had to call to talk to, now he could tease her in the kitchen and dodge the bread she'd lobby at his head. She really was getting good with those damn powers.

He wondered, albiet briefly, if she'd want to do all the touristy things. Would she want to go into the Bell Towers of Notre Dame? Would she want to go to the Louvre? He wanted to, and he knew she'd do it to appease him, but he wanted to do things she'd enjoy and while this was one of those things, there had to be other's right? Maybe the Eiffle Tower, see the world from the top. It was all sorts of things to look into, things to see about. Go to Versille, walk the gardens and get lost in the green maze. He wanted to do it all with her, to take her everywhere and do everything. He wanted to show her the world, as cliche as that sounded. She was his world and while he knew she wasn't always sure it was the case, he knew it was and he wanted to be sure she felt it, always.

as they stood in that long line, waiting to be allowed inside, he took her in. looking at the woman who stood before him. he was in awe of her, on a constant basis. he knew she waited for him to call it quits, to say it was too much and walk away. but he wouldn't, he loved her, he loved her as his friend, he loved her as his wife, he loved her as a human being and he knew she worried about the things they were going through. she worried about him looking at her one day and going 'what the hell are you?' but all he saw was her. everything was now apart of her, a piece of the person he cared for. he didn't care that she could stop time, he didn't care that she could transport them around the world, what he cared about was being with her for the ride. was being at her side, and not leaving her to the wolves. she was stuck with him and he knew as much as he told her that, she'd still wait, holding her breathe for that moment when he gave in and said no more. but he wouldn't. he knew he wouldn't and he planned to spend the rest of their lives showing her that. he pulled her in, wrapping his arm around her and laughed when she made a noise about affection and cheating.

The temperature changed drastically as they decended the million stairs into the underground. He was surprised, a little, by how much cooler it was down there than it was outside in the line. He knew there wouldn't be a lot of people, they kept it limited to just 200 at a time, but that didn't matter they could blend in and if she wanted, they could go anywhere, through all the tunnels. The way the tunnels curved and moved, he had no idea how far they would walk, but they could go under most of the city if they really wanted to. And maybe, just maybe, that's exactly what they would do.

He could feel her next to him, behind him, as she moved with him. He was always so aware of her, of her presence. He knew if he reached out he could touch her, he could find her hand, her arm, her body. He sometimes would do just that, reach for her, touch her and make sure she was still there, as though she might disappear on him. She could, and he knew it. Often he let her reach for him, let her make that move because he knew when she did it meant she needed it. He just liked having her close, but when she reached out on her own, that meant something else and he was always glad to be there for her when she did it, when she needed it.

He noticed as the light changed, but said nothing. He knew it was her, he wasn't scared of the dark, especially when it was her dark, a darkness that knew him, that clung to him as much as it clung to her. It had become something that wrapped around him like a hug from her, like a piece of her that was checking to see if he was there, if he was okay. He'd gotten used to it and now he welcomed it. He had no control over it and if he didn't know it was there, he might ignore it, but he knew and he knew it was her. He liked knowing that it was her way of being around him, of keeping him close.

They came to a place where one direction was meant to be followed but it didn't mean they had to. She could hide them, long enough to get past the guards who were sitting on chairs half asleep. He let her decide, if she wanted to go further away from the living and closer to the dead, he'd follow her. He'd follow her into hell if he had to. He'd go anywhere if it meant keeping her happy and safe.

He reached for her hand then, as they moved around a corner where other's wouldn't be, and pulled her close, just for an instant, a moment of his own need. He liked having her there, even if they didn't make eye contact, the gesture was enough. He knew she was solid as they moved could feel the joy radiating off of her. He liked that, liked knowing she was happy, that she was enjoying where they were, what they were doing. He let her go almost as fast as he'd grabbed her, giving her the space he knew she enjoyed. They could be close, and she rarely complained when he'd wrap his arms around her and hold onto her, but he also knew she was like a wild bird, tame enough to let perch on a finger, but never to be caged, he'd never want to cage her.

Her laughter always made him smile, it made him look and enjoy. He liked when it surprised her, especially when he'd really done nothing for it. And this was no different. She was happy, purely happy to be there, to be there with him and seeing all of this. He was glad, he liked seeing this more free side of her. This was a side he wished he could see more often, bring to the surface more often. He looked forward to it, relished in it.

He made jokes about the worlds above the doorways. He didn't know French, and that was okay, but he did know stories and he constantly referenced Dante as they made their way through. Like each door was a gateway to another circle of Hell. But knew it wasn't, he knew it was just something that meant something to those who brought the dead. But it made her smile and that was the ultimate goal. He had a lot of thoughts as they walked around, getting married in Vegas, while so them, had been such a spur of the moment thing. But this, had he been smart enough to do it properly, this would have been the best place to propose, to ask her to marry him among the peacefulness of the dead. Strange to most, but it would work for them. It would have meant something to them here.

He wondered, briefly, if he had been smart enough to bring the ring he'd gotten her, a real ring, would it be something she would have enjoyed here. He knew he'd have to get her to come back with him, to bring him back if only to bring her the ring he'd had made. He knew she didn't care so much about a ring, but he'd wanted her to have one, one that she'd like. And he finally found the perfect one. Now, he just had to make it work. Maybe he'd talk her into the Ossuary in the Czech Republic, take her there and give it to her, like a start over, like a real proposal, something he knew didn't really matter to her like it did a lot of girls, but it would be something that she'd like, as long as people weren't around to stare. He knew she would smack him if it made a big scene.

The peace of the dead down here was something that he never got over. He liked the way it was soothing, calming. He knew that was morbid and a lot of people found it strange, but she didn't. She understood. She understood why he found peace in graveyards. He always kind of assumed it had to do with the loss of his parents at such a young age, like being around the dead somehow brought him closer to them. Maybe that was it, maybe he was just strange, he didn't think it really mattered. What mattered was she got it, she understood it and she didn't judge it.

He glanced over and smiled as he saw her smiling, the way she looked at the bones, as she looked at everything around them. She wasn't even looking at him, which gave him the time to look at her, to stare at her and not worry about her telling him to knock it off. He loved getting the chance, and it was rare. She was always so aware of him and what was going on around her. He smiled as he watched her, just enjoying the way she had joy in all of this. This was a good idea, an escape for them both. And no one would ever knwo they'd been gone, they'd be back before work the following day, but they'd get all the time they wanted. A week to start, maybe longer, maybe they'd stay gone a month. Anything was possible. He knew it, she knew it and right now, nothing else mattered.

"We should go to the Lourve and Notre Dame," he commented quietly, breaking the silence for a moment, just enough to have her hear it, but not enough to force her to answer if she didn't want to yet. He didn't need her to fill the silence, he liked the silence. He liked the silence with her in it. There had never been a difficult silence between them, it was always easy and peaceful and never strained. He liked that, he liked that they never felt like they had to talk to make the other one feel more comfortable.

He wondered briefly, if they would get arrested for bringing a skull home with them. He had no desire to disrupt the dead, but he also thought she might like it. Granted he could probably go to a science supply and get one with much less chance of jail time, but would it be the same? Maybe that was something he should ask her before he just up and stole something form a grave. This was a grave, and the idea of someone stealing his mother’s skull, well that made him irrationally angry, so he couldn’t see it as much different from this. They were someone’s something. Someone’s mother, father, sibling, grandparent. While the decedents were dead too, there was still someone where these people mattered and he wasn’t the type to mess with that. Besides, they could always just pop in and visit.