Evenings at home were relaxing. She'd gotten home from work and started in on the Garden Room now that the trees had been delivered and the furniture was ready to be assembled. It wasn't quite as nice as the ones in the TARDIS, but it was quickly becoming her favorite room in the apartment. She looked around and decided what it really needed was a ( Read more... )

It was a restless night and CJ tossed and rolled as dreams disturbed her rest.

( Not even the TARDIS could stop them. )

On her way home from City Hall, CJ dashed in to Cuisine du Terroir and picked up enough food for Beverly, Ten and herself. Once home, she plated the dishes, everything from onion soup and a salad of baby greens with tomatoes and duck confit, to the main dish of Coq-au-Vin with sauteed green beans and crepes filled with mushrooms. She'd also picked ( Read more... )

After lunch with James, she called Carol and told her she wouldn't be back in. It was too beautiful a day, really. She headed home and found Ten there, continuing work on the Garden Room. The fountain had gone in amongst the azaleas and after a zap from his sonic screwdriver, the pump was absolutely silent. As she walked in, he stood and came over ( Read more... )

"Ten? What do you want to do tonight?" CJ asked as she brought dinner in. Bags of Greek takeout found their way to the kitchen counter and she began to pull out plates.

"Ten?" she called, not sure where he was exactly.

CJ had a meeting with the University president, which turned into a tedious game of kiss-the-mayor's-ass. She'd finally put her foot down and told him to come back to her when he had more than flattery to offer. It might not go over well, and she was well aware he might take out his frustrations on Ten, so her next stop was his office ( Read more... )

After Mass, CJ and John headed back to the apartment. CJ buzzed around the kitchen making dinner for them. She put him to work dressing the table. Three places to set, but enough food for an army. She rubbed the pork roast with fresh herbs and kosher salt (there's an irony, she though) and put it in the over for no less than six hours while she ( Read more... )

About 4pm, FT time.At Northpointe Manor in Palisades, the social room of the B&B has been transformed with white cala lillies, deep red roses, and velvet ribbons. The furnishings are pulled out of the room and replaced with simple, elegant chairs dressed in linen and silk. With the exception of Mr. Davis who greets the few guests and Mrs. Davis who ( Read more... )