[Discworld] Still A-Flying (Susan/Jeremy)

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Title: Still A-Flying
Fandom: Discworld (Thief of Time specifically)
Length:307 words
Prompt: Icon prompt for dawnduskdancer.
Pairing: Susan/Jeremy
Other: Title from a poem by Robert Herrick.

Excerpt: The idea of someone peering into her future was really irritating, actually, but before she could say something about that, he pressed a quick kiss to her cheek and returned her to class.

Jeremy-- Lobsang-- she never quite knew what to call him, but he never minded-- always came to visit whenever was convenient for him. Which made sense for a being who was outside of Time, but at the same... time, couldn't he also figure out when was convenient for her?

She liked him a lot. Susan was practical, and she had to admit this. Being in denial was a romantic fantasy, and she had no interest in those (nothing was to be said about the chocolate).

So she always bit back her annoyance at being interrupted at lessons (because it wasn't as if they actually lost any class time). He was a good date, being who he was, but--

It was who he was. Susan hated feeling like she had a tenuous hold on humanity, and dating the Incarnation of Time didn't help that at all. Finally, she resolved to tell him to stop visiting. The next time he interrupted Algebra class, she turned to him, and he nodded sadly.

"How--?" she began, and then stopped. Incarnation of Time, right. He'd already lived this moment.

The idea of someone peering into her future was really irritating, actually, but before she could say something about that, he pressed a quick kiss to her cheek and returned her to class. She felt the warmth of him on her face long after it should have faded, but she returned smoothly to the lesson. She was a professional after all.

After class, when she reached into her desk and found a full box of chocolates, she scowled and put them back. Men.

"You should have let me do it properly," she said to the air. Wisely, it did not answer.

So Susan sighed and went home, the long way.