Jul 13, 2008 15:10
So far, living in the same flat hadn't resulted in any casualties. She reasoned that this was probably a good thing. The last time she had shared any sort of dwelling with a man had been over two years ago. It had been her brother (non-biological, but brother nonetheless) and it had been during the resistance against the Cybermen.
They were not memories she liked to remember. She hadn't been much of a help, after all, kept there only as a member of the press willing to leak the stories to the rest of the world.
Still, living with John Smith so far hadn't been all that awful. There had been a few awkward moments. There was that time she had thought to be home alone and was caught walking from the shower to her bedroom with towel draped over her arm rather than her body. And then the day she had awoken to find John in the kitchen in little more than a pair of boxers.
Yesterday, though, had been mildly awful. They had had their first row in weeks, arguing over the details surrounding the birth of a part-lizard, part-human baby in west Croydon. It had resulted in Sarah storming away. Later, he had worked up the courage to invite her to the zoo in apology.
So here she was, standing by the metal aquarium building as a zeppelin passed overhead and waiting impatiently for John to return with the maps. At least, Sarah had to say, he had picked a nice day for an outing.
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