[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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Eventually, as he always does, James Bond returns. Despite knowing exactly the type of woman Sarah Jane is, he expects to smell dinner as he enters the flat. He grins at himself for thinking this. She's not a housewife and she never will be. Dinner, for them, will be his task, or a joint effort, or outsourced to one of the many restaurants willing to prepare dinner regardless the expense or the healthiness of the meals.

He's comforted by the presence of another person when he returns, though he suspects the novelty will wear off when Sarah Jane runs out of things to do. Thinking on that wipes the smile off his face. Had she done anything today?

"Sarah?" he calls out, peering around a corner. He can hear the shuffling of her feet. Pacing. Not a good sign.