When they had arrived at the cottage, even Jim was momentarily shaken out of his depression. He’d spent the whole journey staring out of the window, rebuffing Simon's and Martha’s efforts to talk to him while he went over and over in his mind what had happened. He had no idea what to do and with his grandmother dead, no-one to talk to who would understand.
The cottage however did at least raise a small smile. It was a proper old half timbered, thatched roof cottage with higgledy piggledy stairs, sloping floors and exposed beams. Although modernised, it had all been done in harmony with the original features, even the huge floor to ceiling window at the back of the house which opened out on to an acre of enclosed garden complete with summer house and swimming pool
“Wow” said Simon putting down his bags
“You can say that” echoed Martha “this is gorgeous! Don’t you think so Jim?”
“Yeh” he smiled a very small smile “it is”
“Ok Simon and I will go and get some supplies, will you be ok here?”
“Yes I’ll be fine”
“Good” Martha patted his arm “don’t worry she said, I’m sure it will all work out
Jim listened to the car drive off and began to explore the cottage. It was a lot bigger inside than it looked with 4 bedrooms, 1 downstairs overlooking the garden and 3 upstairs, a large bathroom with a standalone claw foot bath and a beautiful kitchen dinner with every gadget you could want. He sat down on one of the squishy sofas and listened to the silence.
The cottage really was right in the middle of nowhere. He closed his eyes and the strain of the last few days over took him and he fell asleep.
30 mins later when Simon and Martha returned they found Jim slumbering on the sofa
“Oh bless “said Martha stroking his cheek “he’s fast asleep”
Simon nodded “let’s put this stuff away and go into the garden so we don’t disturb him”
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Fill Jimothy's Magic Hugs AU 10b/14
Date: 2011-12-03 06:34 pm (UTC)When they had arrived at the cottage, even Jim was momentarily shaken out of his depression. He’d spent the whole journey staring out of the window, rebuffing Simon's and Martha’s efforts to talk to him while he went over and over in his mind what had happened. He had no idea what to do and with his grandmother dead, no-one to talk to who would understand.
The cottage however did at least raise a small smile. It was a proper old half timbered, thatched roof cottage with higgledy piggledy stairs, sloping floors and exposed beams. Although modernised, it had all been done in harmony with the original features, even the huge floor to ceiling window at the back of the house which opened out on to an acre of enclosed garden complete with summer house and swimming pool
“Wow” said Simon putting down his bags
“You can say that” echoed Martha “this is gorgeous! Don’t you think so Jim?”
“Yeh” he smiled a very small smile “it is”
“Ok Simon and I will go and get some supplies, will you be ok here?”
“Yes I’ll be fine”
“Good” Martha patted his arm “don’t worry she said, I’m sure it will all work out
Jim listened to the car drive off and began to explore the cottage. It was a lot bigger inside than it looked with 4 bedrooms, 1 downstairs overlooking the garden and 3 upstairs, a large bathroom with a standalone claw foot bath and a beautiful kitchen dinner with every gadget you could want. He sat down on one of the squishy sofas and listened to the silence.
The cottage really was right in the middle of nowhere. He closed his eyes and the strain of the last few days over took him and he fell asleep.
30 mins later when Simon and Martha returned they found Jim slumbering on the sofa
“Oh bless “said Martha stroking his cheek “he’s fast asleep”
Simon nodded “let’s put this stuff away and go into the garden so we don’t disturb him”
“Simon?”
“Yeh?”
“Do you think he’ll be ok”?
“Hope so man. I hope so”