[Milliways] OOM: Smith-Bond Residence, London 2007

[his_sarah_jane]

The journey back from the hospital was a quiet one. Neither, it appeared, had very much to discuss in the back of the cab James had hired to drive them home. Neither, it seemed, felt like being the first to discuss Sarah Jane's (hopefully) previous problem.

As soon as she got home (to a cat who had clearly been busy with hunting mice), the first thing Sarah did was to collapse on the couch. She was exhausted: mentally and physically. The apprehension she felt was slowly killing her all over again. But Sarah didn't know what to say. And she didn't know how to say it.

Comments

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"Dinner for one then," she says softly.

Sarah needs to eat. She can't go back on her word to Valerie.

But the awkwardness seems to be back. Sarah doesn't know what to do.

"I'll take the upstairs room tonight. So you don't have to go back to that hotel."

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

"If you want," he says with a sigh.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

She shrugs slightly. "It's up to you, James."

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

Another sigh. "I really don't care. I'm going upstairs."

Without a pause, he begins to move towards the stairs.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

He is so, so bloody difficult.

Skipping one meal won't hurt her, will it? Silently, she follows. Right now, Sarah Jane wants sleep and the blissful amnesia that accompanies it. She stops at the base, and turns to look at him.

"Do be safe tomorrow, James," she whispers quietly. "Do come back."