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The seconds are moving too slowly right now.

He should have been home minutes ago. What she really needed was for him to have been back hours ago.

She had checked. Double checked and triple checked and it was all rather very clear, wasn't it? What it all meant and implied for her future. Their future.

Most of the time, Sarah Jane took life's surprises with grace and a sense of eagerness. Right now, though, she's terrified. Horribly and completely terrified that her life is about to change again and not in a way she's prepared for at all.

And so she leans back in the sofa again, closing her eyes and wishing the seconds to go by faster.

Date: 2007-05-04 01:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] callitavesper.livejournal.com
Bond anticipated tomorrow.

The news that reached his desk amid the piles of facts said he have the honors of testing out a few new firearms tomorrow. A blessed break in monotony! He had no idea how long this present stretch of desk work would last. A day? A week? A year? A year, most likely. For all that the 00 were the elite of the Service, they often had precious little to do most of the year.

Men like Bond, antsy and active, had to grab what semblances of excitement exited before they went mad. They had to do that or wait for M to assign them committee work, a fate worse than the desk. Bond was fortunate in that he was new and thus his mind not as valued as the senior agents, unfortunate in that he was new and thus his mind not as valued, thus more likely to waste away be hind a desk while he heard the tales of the thrilling and dangerous missions of his colleagues. He tried not to grow too restless during the downtime, but he knew the path to complete downtime serenity was a long one. Would he see the end of it before he had to retire from the 00 service?

Fuck it. Tomorrow.

Smiling to himself, he opened the door to their flat, his mind pondering what kind of firearms he’d be playing with tomorrow.

Date: 2007-05-04 01:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com
There.

The sound of a door creaking open catches Sarah Jane's attention the second it reaches her ears. Her eyes open suddenly and a flutter of fear swells in her chest. He's home. He's finally home.

Without missing a beat, Sarah stands from the couch and crosses the room to her boyfriend. She looks into his face for a moment, all the fear and worry shining in her eyes, before she's clinging on to him.

So, so afraid.

Date: 2007-05-04 01:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] callitavesper.livejournal.com
Whatever frivolous information he wanted to tell her before is quickly forgotten. That look in her eyes—what happened? Goodness, what kind of domestic disaster did he walk into this time?

“Sarah?” he asks, one arm wrapped around her and the other on her chin, pushing up her face.

Date: 2007-05-04 01:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com
She has no choice but to talk. She has to talk.

Sarah Jane meets his eyes for a second before glancing at the stereo in the corner of the room. Best a nondescript object to talk to. No, best not. Sarah didn't fancy herself as one to flee from hard times. She is as much a part of this as he is, and she needs to be able to judge his reaction for herself. It's the only way that they'll get through it.

With her eyes meeting his blue one again, Sarah takes a deep breath. "It's been a week, James. I checked my notebook and the calender again and again and it's been a week. I should have gotten my period a week ago."

Date: 2007-05-04 01:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] callitavesper.livejournal.com
Okay.

Okay.

His gaze is steady, scrutinizing. His head is level. No nodding. No movement. Even if his gut tells him to run, get the hell out of this mink-lined trap he’s fallen into. What she’s implying has no escape if he accepts it.

But then he had wanted this, hadn’t he? This cozy domesticity was what his heart had been pining for ever since he continued down that path with Sarah, after she had first said she was falling for him. This is what he wanted, and this was what he was going to get.

“So you’re saying…”

Date: 2007-05-04 02:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com
Sarah nods, taking another deep breath and trying to ignore her rapidly beating heart.

She didn't ask for this. Sure, she had asked for him and for what they had together, but Sarah loves her independence more than anything. She never, ever planned on being the domestic sort. Not ever, not really.

Quietly, "I think that I may be pregnant."

Date: 2007-05-04 02:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] callitavesper.livejournal.com
She’s not the only one who values her independence.

James would love children. He really would. He’s also not too averse to settling down. He just can’t do it and be 007 at the same time. At least, he thinks he can’t. Maybe he can with Sarah Jane. But they’ve been together how long—a few months? Two? Three? Hardly enough time to count as the basis of a strong relationship. Who knew where’d they be in another two months!

He ducks his head, suppressing the obscenity that wants to escape his lips. He rather wishes it were tomorrow. He rather wishes his mobile would ring with news of that sought-after mission.

He purses his lips.

“Okay.”

Date: 2007-05-04 02:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com
Hardly enough time at all.

Sarah blinks back tears as she studies him, wishing just once he'd wear his emotions as easily as she wore hers. Maybe it has been just a matter of time given their too oft bursts of passionate recklessness, but it's just not fair.

It's not fair.

She sighs. "I despise asking this, but what are we going to do? I..."

Hadn't planned on this happening ever.

Date: 2007-05-04 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] callitavesper.livejournal.com
He pushes a hand over his hair, biting his lip, letting the hand swing back forcefully to his side. “I don’t know what we’re going to do.”

Fuck.

Everything right now. Fuck. That’s what he gets for acting without giving thought to consequence.

Date: 2007-05-04 02:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com
Sarah closes her eyes, trying to make some sense of this. She gives up less than a second later, too caught up in the here and now. She can't focus on plans or on future but only the voice shouting in her head that she's pregnant.

It's much louder now than it had been before she had said anything outloud.

And it's much more frightening than all the Daleks and Cybermen and Le Chiffres in the universe.

"Well, I don't either."

Date: 2007-05-04 02:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] callitavesper.livejournal.com
“I can’t have a kid right now,” he says, half-looking half-not-looking at her. “I can’t.”

She’s not the only one who’s afraid, but James just thinks he’s pissed. Right. It’s totally anger.

Date: 2007-05-04 02:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com
"And you think I can?" Sarah nearly yells. "Or even wanted one to begin with?"

Because she didn't. She never wanted a child, the extra responsibility she wouldn't know what to do with living life as an investigative journalist who loves to travel. Even as a child, she didn't know what to make of other children. Who said it would be any better now?

She rubs at her eyes roughly, trying to hide the tears. "I don't want this either."

Date: 2007-05-04 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] callitavesper.livejournal.com
“Well then get rid of it!” he shouts, flinging his hand. Immediately he turns away. What the hell did he just say? Fuck.

He slams his hand against the wall.

Date: 2007-05-04 02:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com
"I'm not!"

She's not. Sarah's already considered that when she did the math earlier in the day. An abortion wasn't an option. She couldn't do that to a soul who was innocent in this whole mess. It's their fault - her's and James' - and she's well aware of that fact.

Sarah stomps on the carpet hard. "I can't just get rid of all this and you know that!"

Date: 2007-05-04 02:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] callitavesper.livejournal.com
He sighs, loud and deep, and presses his head against the wall.

“Then I don’t know.” Resigned.

A few minutes ago he had been excited over what? A few toys to play with at work tomorrow? It really seemed like months since then. The toys didn’t seem very important anymore.

Date: 2007-05-04 02:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com
Sarah takes a tentative step closer and then another and another until she can wrap an arm around his waist. He might not need it, but she needs the physical contact right now.

"It's a week. I've never been this late before, James," she murmurs, almost babbles. "Never."

Date: 2007-05-04 02:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] callitavesper.livejournal.com
He needs it, too. He places one of his hands over hers, taking another sigh.

What the hell is he going to do with a baby?

Date: 2007-05-04 02:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com
When his hand covers her, Sarah finally lets herself go and cries softly.

"I'm afraid. I'm really afraid of all this."

Telling James that she was late was only the first hurdle. And now there were so many more to cross until...until when? When they have a baby? That couldn't be it, could it? How could that be her future?

Date: 2007-05-04 03:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] callitavesper.livejournal.com
He sighs, rubbing his head against the wall. What is he supposed to say right now? That he’s afraid, too? That this is all a mistake? He’s at a loss for words.

He squeezes her hand. Not sufficient communication, he knows. But that’s all he can say.

Date: 2007-05-04 03:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com
There aren't any words that could make her feel better right now, she thinks. Only going back and preventing this from happening, or waking up and finding out it's all some daft dream.

She continues to cry, now hiding her face in his suit.

Date: 2007-05-04 03:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] callitavesper.livejournal.com
He lifts his head, disregarding if the skin scratches against the wall.

“Maybe it’s a false alarm.”

He hopes so. It’s far too early in their relationship to have to deal with a child.

Date: 2007-05-04 03:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com
She doesn't think so. She wants it to be, but life can't be that easy, can it?

"Maybe," she mumbles, not moving her head from against him. But it's a defeated maybe.

One would think she would know her own body better than this than to fall victim to a false alarm.

Date: 2007-05-04 03:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] callitavesper.livejournal.com
“Well, let’s wait before we say for certain that you’re pregnant.”

Date: 2007-05-04 03:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com
"And till then?"

It's not like she can easily dismiss this. Not when there might be a child growing inside her. It's a hard thing to forget.

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