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She woke up before Mark and slipped quietly out of their bed. After running a brush through her hair and throwing on a robe, she walked outside of their bedroom.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" she whispered after feeding her daughter.

"Not at all," Collins whispered back, holding her with already-practiced hands. "Me and Miss Laura will be just fine. I'll behave."

"For once."

"You have no faith."

~ ~

Seeing him walk out the door with her child hurt more than Sara had expected. They'll be at the Inn, she mentally reminded herself, returning to her bedroom. They'll be fine for a couple of days.

She kissed Mark gently on the forehead. "Good morning, Mr. Cohen."

Date: 2008-04-08 09:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bohemian-mark.livejournal.com
"mmmmm." Mark turned over, and gave Sara a huge grin. "Good morning, Mrs. Cohen." Beat. "I'm still not used to saying that. I love it. And I love you."

Date: 2008-04-08 11:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bohemian-mark.livejournal.com
He snuggled back, a contented smile on his face. "Oh, really? Hm. That makes things easier." Things? Hmmmm.

Date: 2008-04-08 11:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bohemian-mark.livejournal.com
"Oh, no. I'm being plotted against." Mark grins. He doesn't seem concerned either. "Perhaps we should see if our plots cross."

Date: 2008-04-08 11:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bohemian-mark.livejournal.com
Mark cracks up, beaming. "If you get the cake, I'll get the paper." He jumps out of bed, a smirk on his face.

Date: 2008-04-08 11:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bohemian-mark.livejournal.com
Mark dresses quickly, then goes out to his desk without a word. He returns with a rather lumpy package wrapped in brown paper and tied in poorly-developed film from Soul Music.

"I realized long ago that the best presents are the ones you make yourself. So, Mrs. Cohen, as part of your anniversary gift, I give you this." He hands it to her.

Inside is a finished script for Feet of Clay, featuring the Watch's first criminalist.

Date: 2008-04-08 11:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bohemian-mark.livejournal.com
Mark looks through it, beaming. Putting it down on a table, he reaches over and pulls Sara to him, kissing her deeply for a long moment. "Now that, my Sara, is a case that I can sincerely hope will never be totally finished. Thank you."

Date: 2008-04-08 11:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bohemian-mark.livejournal.com
"If I know the way of these silly beyond-time places, it will be active for quite a long time." He grins, kissing her again.

Date: 2008-04-09 12:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bohemian-mark.livejournal.com
"Exactly. Especially because these places like playing Silly Buggers by getting us together in the first place."

Date: 2008-04-09 12:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bohemian-mark.livejournal.com
Mark beams and kisses her. "I think that's hope for geeks everywhere, don't you?"

Date: 2008-04-09 12:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bohemian-mark.livejournal.com
"We have some amazing friends, and some frelling good luck."

Date: 2008-04-09 12:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bohemian-mark.livejournal.com
"Exactly." And for once, I'm glad I'm the one to survive. He just gazes at her for a long moment. "I, for one, think that we've been through the worst of the shit. Mostly because anything in the future will be together."

Date: 2008-04-09 12:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bohemian-mark.livejournal.com
"Damn right we won't." Mark kisses her softly. "It's one of those things. We've been through the fire, so we're stronger now."

Date: 2008-04-09 12:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bohemian-mark.livejournal.com
He grins. "It's yours. Any money that comes from it is yours to do what you want with. All I ask is that the actors and production people get their due."

Date: 2008-04-09 12:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bohemian-mark.livejournal.com
"When I told you I was giving it to you, I meant it, Sara." He shrugs. "We have more than enough frelling money around here, and, well, yeah. Do what you want with it."

Date: 2008-04-09 12:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bohemian-mark.livejournal.com
He grins, kissing her softly. "I thought you'd do something like that." He wouldn't care if she did something for herself, but he knows his wife. "We'll talk to Joanne about it." Yes, he's passing over her assessment of his worth.

Date: 2008-04-09 12:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bohemian-mark.livejournal.com
He blushes deeply. "If you say so. You are too, you know."

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