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40 Upper Brook Street, London
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July 2007
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John Sheppard [userpic]

It is late when John pinpoints quietly into the London house, sneaking his way right to watch his babies sleep. He doesn't bother seeing anyone else in the house, if they're even awake, he doesn't know. He just stands between the babies cribs, watching them both  quietly. Gilly burbles in her sleep, whining quietly until he moves to adjust what is obviously one of his shirts in with her closer and she settles.

He takes his glasses off, rubbing his eyes with a sigh.


Donna didn't hear the pinpoint, but she did hear someone moving around in the nursery, with the baby monitor next to the bed. Careful not to wake Jonathan, she slips from the bed and wraps her robe around herself, going to investigate what this nonsense is.

"...John," she whispers, surprised.

He turns, sliding his glasses back onto his face, and smiles tiredly. "Hey," he whispers back.

It's been...a hell of a day for Donna, really. She tightens the knot on her robe and joins him by the cribs. "Elizabeth called about the ceremony today."

He slides his arm around her, loosely. "I wanted to talk to you about that myself."

"Well, she didn't say much. Just that it's come up again and...maybe Spain?" she hums a bit. "I told her I had to talk to Jonathan before I could agree to anything." There's something about the way she says that. It wasn't just checking in with him to see what he wanted.

"Something up?"

"If by 'is something up' you mean 'did your marriage almost fall apart', then...yeah."

He frowns and tugs on her. "Come on and talk to me. What's going on?"

"It's fine, now. I think. We're working on it, anyway." She studiously does not look at him.

"Catch me up anyway."

"He just--he wasn't talking to me. At all."

"As in even less than usual?"

"I need a little more communication than non-committal grunting. Especially when he's the only person over eighteen I see on a regular basis." She leans into John. "Yeah, less than usual. I had no idea what was going on with him at any time." She's quiet a while. "He's withdrawing from Gotham more. He's giving James the director job."

"Good. That why you've been upset lately?" Look. He still knows sort of what's going on. He has Sources.

"I'm not going to ask how you know that," she sighs. "Pretty much. It's just been fucking stressful. He drives me fucking crazy sometimes."