Finally Mine (Damianya) (Twiyor)

Sleepover

"Anya-chan! Wanna have a sleepover? My parents are away for the night!" Becky offered as she finally caught up to her friend in the hallway.

"Ah, Becky..." Anya muttered out, trying to understand what the brunette had just said.

She stayed up all night doing her homework and reviewing her notes over and over again in preparation for class.

She barely slept a wink. So of course, her mind was a little foggy.

When Anya processed the question, she went through her schedule for the day in her head as quick as she could.

As far as she knows, she doesn't have anything to do.

Agent Moon is busy so they won't be able to meet to discuss the mission.

Handler hasn't given her any work to do and thankfully the professors decided not to give assignments.

"Uh, yeah! Sure!" Anya grinned at Becky, trying to mask her exhaustion so that the brunette wouldn't feel guilty of pressuring her.

She didn't really.

She had missed hanging out with her old friend and would take any chance she could get to have fun with her, even if she was on the brink of collapsing from her lack of sleep.

"A-are you sure? You don't have anything to do?" Becky asked in awe, jumping and cheering on the inside that Anya finally agreed to a hangout with her.

"No, I don't." Anya clarified with a smile, shaking her head softly. She made a mental note to tell Handler she was going for a day off so no surprise mission comes up.

"Yes!" Becky pumped her fist up with a beaming face.

"I won't be able to come early though. I still have some things to care of at home but I should be there around early evening."

Becky nodded.

"That's fine."

"I have to go now. I'll see you later." Anya smiled slightly and walked away.

"You better!" Becky yelled after her.

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"Taidama." She announced as she slipped her shoes off at the foyer.

Her mom should be home.

She stopped at the living area to give Bond a rub on the head and went to her room, dropping her bag onto the floor immediately.

She picked up he phone on her desk and dialed the number on Handler's office, needing to make sure she could be free for the day.

It took a few rings but the woman eventually answered, sounding as stressed as ever.

"Sylvia Sherwood speaking. How may I help you?" Her voice was monotone, giving the impression that she didn't want to be answering the call.

"It's me."

There was a silence in the other end of the line for a moment or two before she replied.

"Make it quick. I have a meeting with the agency heads in a few minutes." She said hurriedly, the sound of paper telling the telepath that the older woman was arranging some files.

"Can I go on leave? Just for today, I promise."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I wasn't going to give you a mission anyway." Handler mumbled, all too focused on her current task to pay any mind to such a simple question.

"I was just making sure." Anya stifled a giggle.

"If you have anything else to say, say it now. I really have to go."