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Playing house
Rory couldn't believe how live had settled down. He was working again at the hospital, picking up basically where he had left off. His Dad was doing pretty well with Doxia there. She was doing pretty good with their mundane little lives. It was---nice ( Read more... ) -
If it's not one thing, it's another...
Rory slipped quietly through the thick foliage around the edge of the palace. Doxia was inside cavorting as usual with the native, distracting them as he worked around the edges, ignored, following her instructions on defusing a particularly nasty bomb that was set to blow the place, and them, sky high. He had managed to get the first four points ( Read more... ) -
Lunching at work and other pleasantries.
Rory sat in the commissary of the hospital waiting on Emily. Their breaks had finally meshed for them to get a chance to eat together. He had already picked her lunch up for her, knowing pretty much what she liked, and had set it out on the table before him, her food neatly set out neatly for her. He sipped his tea, checking messages on his cell ( Read more... ) -
And of Happy Families
Rory sat on the floor of the room he and Emily had decided on as a nursery and he puzzled over the directions for the crib they had picked from Ikea. He looked at the bits and pieces spread across the floor and sighed. He would have asked his Dad to help, but Brian was currently somewhere in Patagonia. -
Hearts and Valentines
Rory fluttered around the room, straightening things and shifting the flower vase for the umpteenth time. He felt rather silly in his centurion uniform, but Amy did like it, sooo, here he was. Rose petals scattered from the door back to the bedroom and champagne was on ice in the bucket with glasses waiting to receive it. He blew out a breath, now ( Read more... )