the week of 1 April 2007 island time

...Teaching the largest class on the island is slightly daunting, but I like to think that I've been approaching it with aplomb, and Jane's help is quite appreciated. My guess is that I will need her even more before the term is out. Why is no one else here qualified to teach this? Or maybe just not as ( Read more... )

( The ongoing ST project. )

Dirty. Fine, the Doctor could deal with dirty. She could even deal with womanness and Chase looking like Jane. In fact, it was startling how not-Jane Chase was. Not to mention bloody sexy as hell, enough to take her breath away.

Christ. She pulled the door open, not noticing that Chase was limping quite a bit still.

The Doctor, in lieu of the good things in life like, say, a boyfriend who would talk to him and an ex with problems that he could fix and a Gregory House who wasn't like a stone, had decided that it was probably in his best interests to prepare for his classes, at least for the next week or so.

He sprawled his things (the two books for the first ( Read more... )

( At the Redman home. )

Next to Roger and Maureen's boxes outside the radio station was a small one made of wood, with a neat little pad of paper and pencil next to it.

Leave a message for the Doctor. Or a song. Or say you're coming by. Whatever you like.

The Doctor, tense as hell, might have needed to smoke some of the really horrific island pot before going on air. Might. Two Chuck Taylors thudded up onto the desk at 10 AM sharp.
( rough copy, may be revised. )

After the weird bit this afternoon, the Doctor was even more determined to make Sarah Jane a brilliant dinner. And so he did, putting together the scallops with his handmade linguini and a white lemon sauce with whatever spices he could find, as well as a lovely side of sauteed carrots, and mango salad for dessert ( Read more... )

"Meet me there," Chase had said, and the Doctor, contrary to popular belief, was not drunk enough to have no idea what he meant. First, there was quite a bit more party to go, that was certain ( Read more... )

After Friday's...well, debacle was too strong of a word, but there definitely hadn't been a date going on...the Doctor decided that mood or no mood, he owed Chase an outing of some sort. Even if it was a lamearse one.

So he knocked on his door on Sunday afternoon, a rather excited puppy at his heels. "Rob. You in?"