[Milliways] OOM: James' Flat, London, 2006

[his_sarah_jane]

Even though the icon above shows Sarah Jane sitting, that is in fact not what she is doing right now.

Sarah Jane? Is pacing.

Pacing because, while James has been at work for the last few hours, she's slowly been realising what a rash idea this was. She doesn't belong here; this isn't her world. There's no Metropolitan and certainly no journalist by the name of Sarah Jane Smith and she doesn't have any way of supporting herself here.

She's dependent as long as she's here, and dependent in a way that she isn't when living on the TARDIS because that doesn't involve money and day to day expenses. Less than a day in, and it is already starting to irk her.

Still, there is that gym membership he promised - they were going to deal with that during his lunch hour tomorrow, weren't they? And shopping and maybe a bit of redecorrating (as she refuses to live in a dull flat) and other things, she's sure of that.

It's all a matter of waiting for James to flipping get home soon. She's not going to start preparing dinner until he's there to share the task with her.

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[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

She doesn't see how that's relevant at all.

"You're avoiding the question."

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

Duh.

"Did you?"

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"No."

Sarah Jane stops pacing again to stare at him.

"Answer the question, James."

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

"I am answering the question. You write. Why not do that?"

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"The Metropolitan isn't here." Sarah shakes her head. "What would I write for?"

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

"Yourself. And if that's not good enough, you could freelance."

Sarah Jane's profession is far more flexible than his. If their situations were reversed, James would be at a loss for what he could do. Sarah Jane could just as easily pick up a pen and paper, write a spectacular article and submit it anywhere. Sure, it'd be a while before she could be able to live off her writing, but he had no doubt that she would eventually reach that point. If she tried.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

She looks at him, still slightly doubtful about the whole idea. But it has potential, and it is a place to start.

"Freelance reporting? Well, it's not something I've ever considered."

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

"Well, maybe you should. That failing, you could always write fiction."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"Both have a possibility, I suppose," Sarah answers, smiling softly.

She's had enough experience in what most people would probably consider fiction that surely something would strike her fancy for a story. And freelancing...well, loads of journalists did that these days. It couldn't be too hard, could it?

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

James tilts his head in her direction, brows raised. He doesn't look stern at all; in fact, a grin is just itching to break out. "So...?"

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Sarah laughs. "You just want me to move in with you, don't you?"

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

"I want you to be happy," he replies, the grin finally emerging.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"Happy with you you mean," she teases, changing her direction to walk over to him. "Manipulative old man."

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

"Me? Manipulative?" he replies, stepping closer to her. "I would say tricky, yes, but not manipulative. Never manipulative."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"So you claim," Sarah replies in a skeptical tone.

She smiles and stops walking in the middle of the room, waiting for him to come to her. "If I recall, me moving in here was your idea. And yet, you haven't done a single thing to make me more comfortable in your flat aside from going off to work. I wouldn't even be surprised if you were expecting dinner on the table just now."

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

Shifty look. It's amazing how James can walk in a straight line without looking directly in front of him.

"...maybe I was."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

When he comes close enough, Sarah Jane jabs a finger into his chest.

"I am never going to be your housewife, James. Or anyone elses."

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

"I know."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"You better," she answers, jabbing her finger into his chest again.

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

He chuckles, grabbing for her finger. "So you're a writer and not a housewife. What's for dinner?"

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

She blinks.

And stares at him, mouth ajar.

"Oh! How am I supposed to know?"

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

"Because you're a writer. You're supposed to be creative."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"With dinner?"

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

"With anything. But in this case, dinner."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Sarah Jane eyes him suspiciously and then glances towards the kitchen. There's a small smile on her face, a serious one that's playful nonetheless.

"I saw an apron in there. And you know where the fridgerator is and where you keep everything in the cabniets and what I think is for dinner, Mr Bond, is whatever you're going to prepare for us."