[Role Play] handysparehand, Parallel Earth

[his_sarah_jane]

Sarah had to admit: Brittany, France was a change of scenery for them. The seaside town she and John had found themselves sent to was awfully quiet compared to the hustle and bustle of London. It was, in fact, a little too quiet for Sarah Evans' taste. A little too slow. Certainly not the holiday she would have chosen.

But, then again, they weren't exactly here on holiday, were they? It was something much more than that. Rumors of mermaids and sea monsters from off the coast. Something, it seemed, that Torchwood and the French government both wanted to hide.

Which meant, of course, that Mr Chapman wanted to know everything.

So here she was, groaning as the early morning sun trickled in through the window of the inn room they were sharing. The alarm clock by the bed was going off loudly. Only 4:00 a.m. but screaming at the pair to awake.

Bloody fish and their bloody dawn feedings.

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[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"Not to mention you have a girlfriend," Sarah muttered under her breath. He sounded far too sincere for his own good. "Sorry, Bubbles. You'll have to find your own Prince Eric."

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

The mermaid leaned in to give him a kiss. It tasted fishy.

She shot Sarah a look, before jumping back into the water and swimming off. On the horizon he could see what looked like three or four more mermaids.

He waited until they were all out of sight to wipe his mouth.

He made a face, as he wiped his tongue, trying to get the taste out of his mouth.

"You were so helpful today," he said, trying to decide which part of the rocks would be the best to jump off of and the closest to land.

"That whole front page business, you were joking, weren't you?" he asks, looking at her with concern.

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Sarah laughed as he wiped his mouth, nudging his arm playfully. "Don't you dare expect a kiss until you have a breath mint."

Another giggle or two and Sarah began to help him in the quest for the quickest way back to shore. She really had no desire to do such a long swim again.

"Perhaps," she muttered, carefully trying to rise to her feet. "It depends what Mr Chapman wants."