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Saturday Afternoon

After coffee with Daniel and a chance meeting with the newly returned Geoff, she returns home to the TARDIS with Ten's coffee...only to find it empty. A note lays beside the one she left...

CJ--
Had to clear my head, went for a bit of a walk. Back soon, keep the
macchiato warm if you're back before I am. I love you too.
xx me

She's suddenly very tired...she goes in and flips on the TV to some home decorating show, and promptly falls asleep.

((but she'll totally wake up if you call or knock...or come in and wake her up, Ten))

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::knocks on the TARDIS door::

Yo, Doc? Somebody? Anyone?

::rubs his chin, thoughtfully::

Yo?

Just a...[a sleepy looking CJ opens the door. Seeing Ash she looks disgusted]

What do you want? [coldly]

::scratches his forehead, and sighs::

Well, I was gonna talk to the Doc about some stuff, but I guess I got something to say to you, as well.

::closes his eyes, and grimaces for a second::

I'm sorry.

You have a whole lot to be sorry for, Williams. What are you sorry for? The call? The radio? The absolute disrespect? [is livid]

::opens one eye, and raises an eyebrow::

I'm sorry that you took offense to my radio broadcast. I'm sorry if my phone call seemed anything less than a request for professional courtesy.

As for the disrespect... yeah, that I'm really sorry for. Never meant to hurt anybody. ::shrugs, and scratches his forehead::

I didn't take offense to the radio until I got grilled by a student. In my class, Williams. In my CLASS. Do you get that? My kids wanted to know what I did in my bedroom. She asked if we didn't "interlock" properly. Do you think they would have EVER asked me that if you hadn't put my personal life on the radio?

You asked my voicemail to not undermine your authority in your class...I'm asking you for the same thing. [Her voice is rising with her anger] How would you like it if your students asked you about whether or not you could do it right with a girl?

Whoa, CJ, lets not get into a fight here. If a kid asked me about whether or not I could make it with a girl, I'd give 'em detention for not being respectful of my privacy, radio or no.

Just cause they hear something on our less than reputable radio station doesn't mean what they hear is truth. They take things as gospel, well, they're probably dumb. Maybe ask 'em nicely not to bring up your personal life in class. ::shrugs:: That'd seem to work okay for me.

::rubs his face with his hands::

I'm not you, Williams. Believe it or not, it doesn't work the same for women as it does for men in this world. I've worked really hard for every scrap of respect. I've *earned* it.

And I did tell them it wasn't appropriate...but that doesn't matter once it's out there. Once the question is asked...it's out there. Gospel or not...it's out there.

I'm not fighting with you in the doorway. Come in.

::enters::

I was kinda hoping we wouldn't fight at all. Look, I'm new to this whole "treat the women equally" thing... I'm trying my best, okay? I don't understand it, I still don't understand why, but I've been told it's not okay, so I'm trying to learn, dammit.

You want a lesson? You piss a woman off and she's going to hold onto it. Tightly.

I can be civil. I can smile and play like we'r ebest buddies at work. But right now, your sorry doesn't mean anything to me. You can try...and I might forgive you. But you can't expect me to be all [talks in a little girly voice] "Oh Ash...your all forgiven and your my bestest friend forever now."

I'm sorry...I'm hurt. I'm insulted. I'm angry. But I'm a classy lady, and I'll give you a chance. How are you going to make it up to me, besides this personal apology?

Wait, I gotta do more? I spent all night in the Falcon trying to lower myself to doin' this...

::pinches the bridge of his nose::

What do you want me to do? Public apology on the radio? I guess I can do that. And I can lay off the pervert cracks, too.

Lower yourself? You think apologizing to me is lowering yourself? What are you, a neanderthal?

Look, I've never apologized for nothin' in my life. The King is one proud bastard, if you hadn't guessed, but I'm sure you've noticed.

It had nothing to do with you. It had to do with the fact that yeah, maybe I am a damn neanderthal. I should go get a club and wear fur, and oooh, sign me up for a ponytail with a chicken bone in it. ::grumbles::

[She can't help but laugh at the mental image of Ash with a bone in his hair. She puts her hand over her mouth and turns around so she's not laughing directly at him. After a minute she composes herself, but the smile still teases the corner of her mouth.]

If this is your first ever apology...then thank you. I'm so glad I'm your first.

Just, look... ::covers his eyes with his hands, hiding the fact that he may be crying the teeniest bit::

I come from a weird background. I've done things that's send most people babbling in a padded room, bashing their heads against walls.

Me, I'm still standing on my own two feet, and dammit, that makes me a man. I...

I don't know where the hell I was going with that, actually. ::lowers his hand, looking confused::

You were going to say that you've earned the respect you have. You were going to say that you've proven yourself in the face of danger, and you're a winner. You were going to say...nah, you weren't going to say that.

::shrugs::

If makin' fun of me will make you feel better, go right ahead.

::crosses his arms::

I can take anything you can dish out, honest.

[softly] I'm not making fun of you Ash. I'm trying to point out to you how similar we are. What we were before...we're both just people.

[She reaches over and grabs his biceps, letting his arms stay crossed] I don't really enjoy being pissed at you, you know.

Well, I'll try my best not to do anything to make it happen again.

::smiles::

And I promise, no more Perv jokes. Strictly off limits. ::nods::

You know, until it hit so close...I thought you were funny.

And you did stop the zombies...

((dammit...she doesn't stay mad at anyone...what kind of fun is this?))

Ha, the Zombies thing? I had a distinct advantage when it comes to experience with the undead. ::laughs, scratching his head::

So, we cool, for now? I'll even do that public apology on the radio, if you like.

[ooc: I blame the disturbing growth as a person Ash has had in the past two days. He's not gonna be Ash by this time next week...]

Yes, Ash...I think we're cool. I'd appreciate an apology on the radio. A tasteful apology. Thank you.

[She leans forward and presses her cheek to his and kisses the air]

I'm actually glad we had this talk.

((Noooo...I loves me some Ash!! He's one of my favorite characters...Ash and the Tick are the anti-emo!))

::eyes widen, and he grins, since this is the most friendly contact with a woman since his encounter with Death after the Zombies::

I'm glad too. ::nods::

Well, if the Doc isn't around, I gotta go run some errands.

Take it easy, CJ. ::waves::

[ooc: I have a cunning plan. Involving massive head trauma and forgetting the past two days ever happened... Okay, and that would mean he tries to the radio post again... I'm doing this, and I gotta talk to Barbossa about Ash forcefully taking over the broadcast tonight. Mine is an evil laugh.]

Bye, Ash. I'll see you.

[She closes the door behind him and goes back to lay down. What on earth would she tell Daniel?]

((know what would be cool? the 2 Ash thing...or the little fractured mirror Ash imps. [Loves the evil laughter. Joins you]))

((Sorry, the mun had to actually go PLAY the bloody chess game...pics forthcoming!))

((Can't wait to see them. Was it fun?))

((Yeah, but I didn't get to kill anyone. Which is OK, actually, 'cause the Doctor doesn't really do much with the killing.))

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