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

Every day it felt as if that flat they shared in London was becoming less and less James' flat and more and more their's. It was mostly the little things: the invasion of her clothing, new books added to the shelves, more colours added to the decorum, and photographs she had decided were much more fitting than the sparse decorations previously up. It was beginning to feel like a home to Sarah Jane, much like their flat in Milliways.

But maybe more than anything that made her feel as if she actually lived there was the arrival of a letter with her name on it in the post that day. She had stopped to check on her way back from the gym, and absolutely beamed when she opened up the letter - from an up and coming women's magazine - and read the words that told her that she was now a published writer in James' world as well as her own.

It was a small piece she had written, based on something she had once done for the Metropolitan, on the ever changing societal role of women in London -- now updated for the 21st century. And inside was a check for the rights of the piece, and an offer to continue writing on a more permanent basis.

Smiling to herself, Sarah head upstairs. It wasn't the London Times, but it was a start. A start that, in her opinion, deserved a relaxing bubble bath until James came home.

Bond survived a tolerable day at work, a day focused more on training than facts. He felt an energy that could only be satisfied by a night outside the home—or a night in the flat doing more than just talking and cooking. Most nights found him brain-dead and bored, which he rectified by more nights out (suffice it to say, Bond’s flat was frequently unoccupied before Sarah Jane moved in); very few found him too tired to do more than sleep. He looks eagerly for Sarah as he walks through the door, smiling slyly to himself when he hears water running in another room. Bond being Bond, the temptation to sneak up on the bathing beauty, just because he can, is too high to resist.

Sliding his feet out of his shoes, James makes his quiet advance towards the bathroom.

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