Biggles and Son: Chapter 20.

by Sopwith

Disclaimer: I do not own, or claim to own, any of the Biggles series characters used in this work. This fan fiction was written for entertainment purposes only and should not be considered part of the official storyline.

Warning: Non canon type fan fiction works may contain severe time mix-ups and character deviations.

Sebastian stood outside the garage watching until Biggles had disappeared from view before making his way inside the garage and asking to borrow a telephone. He dialed the number of the Mount Street flat. It was answered almost immediately by Ginger. “Hello?”

“Uncle Ginger?”

Most of the eagerness and enthusiasm went out of Ginger’s voice. “Oh,” he said. “It’s you. Where are you and what do you want?”

“You don’t sound very pleased,” observed Sebastian, sounding rather hurt.

“That would probably be because I’m not very pleased,” replied Ginger. “Well? What do you want and where have you run away to this time?”

“I’m with my dad.”

Some interest returned to Ginger’s voice. “Really? Where are you?”

Sebastian obligingly gave the name of the garage and its approximate location.

“Where’s Biggles?” was the next question. Fear crept into Ginger’s voice for an instant. “He’s not hurt, is he?”

“Er—no. He’s gone to try and find Uncle Algy.”

“Uncle Algy! Is he there as well?” said Ginger, in amazement.

“Yes. We just saw him kissing my mom and dad went a bit funny.”

“Algy? Kissing Jane? Are you serious?”

“Very.”

“All right, hold on,” said Ginger wearily. “I’ll get Bertie and we’ll be there as soon as we can.”

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Algy put out his cigarette and was just reaching for another when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned to see Jane approaching him, and with a resigned sigh he was just turning away again when she suddenly reached out, grabbed him, and kissed him full on the mouth.

For a second or two, Algy was too shocked to do anything but stand there and wonder what had happened. He felt as though the sky had fallen on his head. When he finally did come to his senses, he attempted to struggle loose, but it was a few seconds more before he actually managed to get free of Jane’s grip.

“What—?” he began indignantly, but by then Jane had turned on her heel and was walking rapidly away from him, so he was forced to chase after her. He finally caught up with her at the back of the restaurant and demanded, heatedly, “What on earth was all that about?”

“All what?” Jane asked, flashing him an innocent smile.

“Why on earth did you just kiss me?”

Jane smirked, a knowing sort of smirk that made Algy feel uncomfortable although he did not know why. It was the kind of smirk that made him think that Jane knew something that she wasn’t telling him. “Did I kiss you?” she asked, looking surprised. “Or did you kiss me?”

“Of course I didn’t kiss you!” snapped Algy, appalled by the very suggestion of it. “I was standing there having a smoke and then you came up and assaulted me!”

Jane made a face. “Eww. Yes, I’d wanted to talk to you about that. The next time you kiss me, could you not smoke before you do it?”

“I didn’t kiss you!”

Jane smirked some more. “Yes, you did. You know, I’ve been thinking about it, and I’m surprised that it took me this long to realize it.”

Algy was exasperated and confused at the same time. He felt as though he were having a conversation with a two-year-old. “Realize what?”

“That you’re in love with me, of course!”

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