It was imperative that everything went right. It was imperative that nothing went wrong. It is so imperative it must be said twice.
King called in and to his dismay the setting for the confrontation was unavailable. He banged his fist on the table mindful of Six, who was in the other room. There would be no cursing tonight. Six would surely suspect something. He wasn't to know of this mission. But first he still he had to meet Queen.

How would he do that? Something was bound to come up. She was not to know his intentions.

So he ran his rand through the bucket of restaurant cards he collected. Thai sounded nice. He called in and much to his chagrin everything was booked or not good enough.

Through at the whole thing he had ignored Six. Six who padded in and out of the room graciously ignoring King's struggling fumbles. It took him only a moment to realize that Six had left a basket laying about in the kitchen.

The kid was some sort of freak genius. The weather was perfect that night. The fog was just at its thinnest and the nearest park would be in the perfect spot to see stars. King knew the perfect place for the confrontation, which was only a small walk away.

Then he busied himself making sandwiches because when you wanted to ask something of Queen you had to ask her on a full stomach. Whenever her blood sugar was low, she was all together too snarky. King was never sure what to do then. Six on the other hand preferred that Queen to the one where her thoughts always went this way or that.

Six was left with a babysitter, Grysat. Sure, Grysat whined the whole while but the promise of imported cheese always shut him up.
He arranged the food on the blanket as Queen sat down. Sandwiches and lemonade. Not a perfect dinner but what he could whip up in less than an hour. Queen was terrifying on an empty stomach. They ate and talked about the day's work. Queen's smuggling case was over as was King's kidnapping one. Both had happy endings.

After, he invited her on a walk.

"I don't know what they were thinking. I mean a smuggling ring? So boring." She preferred the more wild cases. Too bad there weren't more.

"Doesn't matter though. We caught them."

"Yep. And, I have a favor to ask."

She eyed him warily. "What do you need?"

"Hmm… Well…" Queen sighed, her eyes drifting off. King saw they were finally at the confrontation scene.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cube. He opened it.

"I was wondering if you would do me the honor of marrying me."

Queen's eyes lit up. She held out her hand. "Of course."

King kissed her hand before sliding the ring on her finger.

Queen beamed at him. "Six, get out of that bush," she called.

Six years old Six gracefully jumped from a tree, saying "Correction: tree."

Grysat was the one clambering out of the bush, burrs clinging to his shirt. "That was so fail," he muttered under his breath.

Queen gave King's nonplussed expression a lifted brow. "You had absolutely no idea?"

He gave a very intelligent, "Uh…"

Six shrugged. "It was too easy to guess and Grysat's a push-over." Grysat flushed at how easily he had been manipulated.

King reiterated his beliefs, "Freak kid genius." Six gave him an eye roll in return.

Queen, on the other hand, whispered conspiratorially to Six.

He gave her a cheeky smile.

"It was absolutely no problem."

"When were you going to tell me?" Kyntak's hands flailed in the air.

The interrobang floated above his head. Kyntak finally calmed down.

"So King and Queen are your parents?"

"Adopted," Six comfirmed.

Kyntak rolled his eyes. "Lucky."

Six shrugged. "Not if you knew how hard it was to get then engaged. It put me off relationships for life."

Another AU. ModernAsInOurTime!AU. Wall is always up.

ALWAYS.