New story! This is going to be quite long so it's got its own story. Enjoy and review!

The Bentley swerved into a parking space outside Dublin's airport. Valkyrie let herself out of the car, closing the door behind her. Skulduggery Pleasant did the same, opened the boot and fished out their suitcases. His facade had dark hair, green eyes and stubble.

'Why did you pack more than me?' Valkyrie said. Skulduggery pulled out Valkyries flight bag and then lugged out his own suitcase.

Because I need more than you.'

'...You don't eat, you don't sleep, you're practically portable. You don't even need clothes, though you insist on wearing them.'

Skulduggery closed the boot and looked at her.

'Just because I am a skeleton and have no such...organs whatsoever, it doesn't mean I have no dignity.' Valkyrie sniggered.

'How many clothes do you need for one week?' He tilted his head to the side.

'About fifteen suits in total, plus spare ties and shirts and pyjamas.'

'Okay, number one; you packed no other clothes but suits and pyjamas, two; you didn't pack anything but clothes.'

'Yes, I wear nothing but suits because I am a gentleman of class, and no, that's not all I packed.'

'Surprise me, what else did you pack?'

'Three books, a chess set, a pack of cards...'

Valkyrie rolled her eyes and took her bag off Skulduggery.

'Ready to go?' He hesitated, swallowed and nodded gingerly. Valkyrie spun round and started walking towards the airport buses, but stopped when she heard someone talking behind her. She looked round to see Skulduggery walking very slowly, dragging his suitcase, mumbling to himself.

'Come on, this is ridiculous, you daft man...'

Valkyrie raised an eyebrow at him.

'Are you alright?' He looked up at her.

'Mm...yeah.' he started walking quicker.

'...Riiight.' Valkyrie said.

Valkyrie and Skulduggery sat next to each other in the departures, watching business men file into first class. They were mean to be writing about last week's investigation; Valkyrie was just finishing her last sentence, when she heard tapping. She looked up to see Skulduggery tapping his foot and biting the end of his pen. Valkyrie frowned.

'What...' He looked at her and stopped immediately.

'Sorry?'

'Why are you being all, I don't know, jumpy?' He swallowed and straightened his tie.

'Jumpy?'

'Practically having a seizure.'

'I'm...I'm fine.'

'Come on, tell me.' He sighed.

'It's nothing.'

The speakers sprang to life.

'Would the passengers for flight 64 to Sydney, Australia please make their way to the gates as it is ready for boarding.'

Valkyrie stood up and looked at Skulduggery, who was biting his nails.

'Ready?'

He took a deep breath and nodded quickly, standing up next to her.

'Ready.' Valkyrie stared at him, confused.

'What the hell is wrong with you?' Skulduggery bit his lip and turned his ticket over in his hands.

A cookie to anyone who figures out whats wrong with Skulduggery!