The Ace of Spades
Avery had lain prone on the couch, curled up in a little ball for quite some time. According to Gavin it had been two hours, forty-six minutes, and twenty-seven seconds, he timed it since Avery had appeared out of his computer. Even Ethan couldn't do anything, just sat beside his queen, ever vigilant.
The red-head had said she wanted to know what happened but she still seemed in shock. So when Ethan helped her sit, she curled into herself and had all but shutting down. But after three hours (two hours, fifty-nine minutes, and fifty-one seconds, Gavin was being cheeky) Avery finally roused, uncurled, and sat up.
"Are you alright, darling?" Ethan asked.
Avery nodded, she was barely there for a half-hour and it had still taken its toll on her. "I think I'm okay, just a minor overload." She sighed rubbing her face.
Ethan brushed some stray bangs away from his wife's face. "Why don't I run a scan, make sure everything's alright?"
"After you tell me what happened." A