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Chapter one - The Eagle Has Landed.

The eagle didn't make it to Paris. In fact, the eagle made it as far as down town when a number of factors (a light rain, the absence of on board bathrooms and navigational failure among them) forced Dave to attempt an experimental landing.

All things considered, it could have been worse. The main problem with that particular mode of transportation was, where do you park a giant metallic bird? But where there's a will there's a parking space, and half an hour later Dave and Becky found themselves sipping sub standard victory coffees in a little restaurant somewhere south of 14th street.

- Maybe I should have stayed. You know, just to make sure they were fine, an' all.

Said Dave, gazing in to the depths of his cup. Becky saw that his mind was drifting again, and decided to try a new approach to reassuring her new boyfriend.

- Snap out of it! I'm sure they're just fine. I mean, you said it your self, he's got Veronica now, so maybe, I don't know… they might want some time alone too?

The young sorcerer looked up and tried for a smile. Becky was right. Besides, he'd be back tomorrow, and he was absolutely certain that despite their victory over the forces of evil tonight, Balthazar would be in his lab turned training room tomorrow morning blasting him with plasma bolts. Status quo. Wasn't gonna change just because he was (and here is the awesome part) the most powerful sorcerer ever!

Ok, so maybe that was only a technicality, but Dave figured he could bask for one night.

- You're right. Yes. You're absolutely right, so they're alone, and er. We're alone. Do you wanna… I dunno

Dave babbled nervously, fiddling with his hair to still the frantic motion of his hands. Becky would have improvised an ending to that thought and gotten up to leave, had the speaker been anyone other than the enormous geek that was her boyfriend. (she still couldn't get used to that thought). Instead she raised a blonde eyebrow in silent question as to where that comment was leading, and watched him turn red and stutter through a suggestion that they get some dinner.

It sounded like a plan.