September 30th, 1894 — Jack's Front Stoop

She was sitting on Dorset's porch with a basket of rolls and a little container of jam when he opened the door. Ivy had woken up early; she was having strange dreams, this week. It was as if, when she finally slept, she was let in on windows of her neighbor's lives — hopping around with them as they puttered through their home. Last night, it had been Dorset, towards the end of his patrol. She even felt his thumbs &mdash her thumbs, in the dream — strain when he handcuffed someone who was struggling against him. Eventually she was haunting someone else, but it was still strange.

So she got up early, went into town for the rolls and the fresh jam, and sat on Dorset's porch until he emerged. Sometimes their days off, or time off, were the same — she was hoping that today would be the same, because otherwise she was going to have to sit with her strange thoughts until she next saw him.

Finally the door opened. Ivy stood up with the basket in hand, an offering. "Were you up late last night?" she asked.

Jack Dorset

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Jack came through the door rubbing his eyes. The subconcious guesture pulled a hiss from his lips and he slammed the door shut with his other hand as if it had somehow offended him.

He finally realized there was someone there and had the good graces to look a little sheepish. She was too familiar and he was too tired to be all the way sheepish. Holding one hand awkwardly aloft, he combed the other through his hair halfheartedly.

"That obvious?"

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"I've seen you look better," Ivy said, because she knew Dorset well enough to feel rude saying you look like shit. "I brought breakfast."

  

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It was a wide open invitation for a flirty response and it pulled a grin to his face despite the recent violence against his front door.  He took too long trying to think of something witty to say and so settled for a wink instead. 

"Merlin, you're a saint."  He said, nearly sagging from the relief of it.  He glanced from the basket, to his door, and then to her. "Tea?" It was a question as much as an invitation.  They hadn't gotten to why she was there.

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Had he winked at her? Ivy paused to wrinkle her nose disdainfully before replying to him.

"Of course," Ivy said, "As long as you have sugar for it." Dorset didn't seem to live entirely like an animal, despite his roommate's semi-recent arrest.

  

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