simon_doctor (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
simon_doctor) wrote2010-04-27 10:58 pm
simon_doctor) wrote2010-04-27 10:58 pm
(no subject)
The commercial flight from Praxed to Osiris takes the better part of two days. Simon's got a berth to himself -- a small one, as these things go, but private.
He spends the first hour or so of the flight going over the next two weeks' schedule: meetings, interviews with potential new employees, a preliminary report on the infancy of the Rural Health Research Initiative. Another half-hour going over his own part of said report one last time. For the rest of the flight there isn't much to do except catch up on sleep, read, write a few textwaves.
(Presenting reports isn't new to him at all; hearing reports is something he's still getting used to, even months into the new job. The report he's looking forward to hearing is the one from Drs. Oberste and Mitel, regarding the current progress of the mobile clinic circuit.)
A few hours before they're scheduled to land, he goes over his part of the report one final last time.
Jordie picks him up at the spaceport, takes him and his luggage in hand, and drives him back to the apartment he remembers of yore.
He's not expecting what he sees when he steps through the front door, suitcases in tow.
He spends the first hour or so of the flight going over the next two weeks' schedule: meetings, interviews with potential new employees, a preliminary report on the infancy of the Rural Health Research Initiative. Another half-hour going over his own part of said report one last time. For the rest of the flight there isn't much to do except catch up on sleep, read, write a few textwaves.
(Presenting reports isn't new to him at all; hearing reports is something he's still getting used to, even months into the new job. The report he's looking forward to hearing is the one from Drs. Oberste and Mitel, regarding the current progress of the mobile clinic circuit.)
A few hours before they're scheduled to land, he goes over his part of the report one final last time.
Jordie picks him up at the spaceport, takes him and his luggage in hand, and drives him back to the apartment he remembers of yore.
He's not expecting what he sees when he steps through the front door, suitcases in tow.
no subject
"If you're so curious, Tam, go take a look."
no subject
If he wanted to keep it a secret, it wouldn't be sitting out.
"All right," he says. "Do you want any help with dinner first?"
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
"...Fresh shellfish I haven't had a lot of practice with," he says meekly.
no subject
no subject
Simon glances into the living room.
"I'll just ... be right back, then."
no subject
no subject
"What...?"
no subject
In the kitchen, Jordie clambers back through the window and shuts it behind him.
no subject
About half a minute later, Simon reappears in the kitchen doorway.
"Contract and real estate law?" he asked, bemused.
no subject
no subject
"I could ask why the sudden interest," he says, a touch cautiously, "or I could assume you'd have already told me if you wanted me to know."
no subject
no subject
"Why the sudden interest?"
no subject
no subject
Simon makes a noncommittal noise, and drifts closer to peer at whatever Jordie's working on.
no subject
Next to the cheese, lined up together: fat tomatoes, more cilantro, an onion, a jalapeno. Beyond them, three avocados.
no subject
no subject
no subject
He takes another swallow of scotch and melting ice.
no subject
no subject
"So aside from the thing you're sick of thinking of," he says after a moment, "what's new in your life?"
no subject
He moves the bowl to the counter. "What have you got planned for Saturday?"
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)