his_sarah_jane: (kiss)
Get your character drunk.

By now she should have known better when the Doctor told her not to eat the food or drink the water. After all, she had been travelling with him steadily for months by now. And common sense said that what may be edible for one species wasn’t for another.

Still, everything on this planet was gorgeous. When the Doctor had said Phototron Five was known as a pleasure planet, he had meant it. The ocean sparkled like diamonds in the golden sun. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, which was a gorgeous blue-purple-pink colour that reminded Sarah Jane of a permanent sunset. Beyond the beach was a lush forest of unique, vine-like plants. That was where the town was – the town past the huts on the beach that is.

The Doctor had abandoned her by the water hours earlier, wandering off with some village elders to discuss the current tourism rate. She had thought that he had fit right in. As the elders stroked their bushy white beards, he played with the fringe of his scarf. Sarah was too preoccupied with collecting seashells to notice when the talking stop and the wandering off had begin.

Not that Sarah Jane cared now, either. )
his_sarah_jane: (frightened)
Invictus – William Ernest Henley

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.


She came to in the darkness.

For a brief moment, she was frightened that she had lost her sight again. That wasn’t the case this time, though. It was only dark: dark and dank and dreadful. She could not even see her own fingers in front of her face. There was a funny smell within the cell and, when Sarah moved to the right, her leg brushed by something she could only hope wasn’t what it seemed. Despite the overwhelming fear, she still felt the need to explore her surroundings. God knew what had happened to the Doctor. He was obviously not here with her; it was only her voice the echoed in the darkness. She needed to find a way out on her own.

Carefully, Sarah Jane got on all fours. Her knee creaked as she did so, and there was a sharp pain in her side. When she tried to stand, her head touched the ceiling before she could even straighten up. It hurt more to hunch over than it did to crawl so she quickly went back on to her knees. In the end, it turned out that there wasn’t much to see – or feel, as the case was. Aside from what had to be a chained body next to her, there was nothing else within the cavern. She thought that she felt what could be a trap door at the other end, where a minute trickle of light did shine through. It must have been how she got in.

As much as Sarah wanted to cry (the Sontarans had her prisoner, didn’t they?), she only pulled her knees close to her chest. She tilted her head upward and stared into the artificial night. The Doctor would come and find her. He always did. Even when she had – and took – the opportunity to rescue herself, she would meet him at some point along the way. She told herself that it would be the same this time.

For right now, it seemed impossible to find a way out. It did not seem likely that she would be able to escape on her own.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.


As it turned out, her cracks in the wall were indeed an opening. She discovered as such the next day when she was rudely awoken from a restless slumber by an even grumpier Sontaran. It didn’t talk, nor answer her questions, as it reached in and grabbed her leg. The return of the sharp pain awoke her quickly. Sarah muttered in annoyance but knew better than to argue. She crawled out. The harsh light (eyes already unused to such) burned. It took minutes to adjust. In this time, she couldn’t quite make out where she was being led to. All she could do was to stumble along and talk until she got an answer. She never did get a logical one.

Instead, she was taken to a small white chamber devoid of anything but a plank-like bed with straps. She was pushed roughly towards; the shove caused her to stumble and fall this time. The Sontaran picked her up as if she weighed nothing and placed her on the slab. Sarah Jane blinked as she watched it tighten leather-like cuffs around her wrists and ankles. They were tight enough that she was certain that her circulation had been cut.

“What happened to Linx?”

She was almost surprised to hear the Sontaran talk. She was even more surprised to hear that name. It had been years in one way or another since she and the Doctor had encountered him. Why was she being asked about him now? They had encountered other Sontarans since: there was Styre on that future Earth and he hadn’t asked once.

“He’s dead,” she replied smartly. It was hard to look angry tied to a bed, though. But she was very much so, even if it was overshadowed by her worry over the Doctor. “Why would you care? I thought you lot only cared about your stupid war.”

“He was my incubation comrade in the muster parade. We served in the Fifth Sontaran Army Space Fleet together until he was attacked by a squad on Rutan fighters while on a reconnaissance mission. I had my orders and my duty to revenge. But when I returned to the hole he had landed on, all I found were traces of his ship. The savages inhabiting the area told me of a Gallifrian and his human partner in return for their lives.”

Her side still hurt. It seemed as if the room was getting brighter. If it was, the Sontaran chose not to notice. He was protected by his giant metal helmet. She had to close her eyes as her head began to ache from the light intensity.

Sarah stayed quiet. After encountering the Sontarans twice, she had never actually thought that she would cross one who almost seemed to care about another being. But there was a twinge of affection in the alien’s voice that was certainly out of place. It also frightened her to her core. They were a mad enough lot as is. She didn’t want to imagine what a Sontaran out for revenge was capable of.

Speak, human,” it snarled, slapping her face hard enough that she tasted blood. “I demand answers.”

“Why?” She found it hard to talk. She needed to though, if she were to get free. “You already know. Just… oh, let me go, will you? We were only trying to protect our own!”

With the helmet on, she couldn’t measure its reaction to her words. She could, however, measure it in actions. It hit slapped her head again. Her neck made a horrible cracking sound as her cheek and forehead collided with the metal board. There were stars. Her head was spinning and the world felt numb around her. She blinked. She blinked again. It was hard to stay conscious, but she had had enough of the darkness within her cell.

“Let… le… go.”

She did not want to give up the fight. She wanted to struggle with her bonds. She wanted to call for the Doctor, wherever he may be. Sarah Jane had never bowed to anyone before. She had always spoken her mind, without a bit of doubt over whether she should be doing so.

The bright light was glowing dim. She tried to open her eyes again but everything around her was hazy. She could barely see the Sontaran. She could not hear the words that were echoing through his helmet. She did not see it pick up the militaristic ray gun. She did not see it aim. Sarah only felt the piercing agony as something burrowed its way into her abdomen.

She never saw the shot.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.


It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


Only twice in her life had Sarah Jane Smith been afraid of death. The first time had come at the age of five, shortly after her parents had died. The second time had been at age thirteen. She had watched her best friend fall to her death off a pier. Neither time was there anything Sarah could have done to stop the incident from occurring. Yet, both times, she had been taught a valuable lesson. She had been taught just how valuable life was.

She awoke once more that day. She was still in that white room but she was no longer on the plank. The Sontaran had gone. It had been replaced by a more comforting body: that of her best friend. He held her gently in his arms. She felt the lightest brushes of his scarf on her face. Then, she felt the tears. Whether it was hers or his, Sarah could not tell. It did not matter though. She was not afraid. She had lived her life exactly as she had wanted with no one ever to tell her otherwise. There was absolutely nothing to fear.

She wanted to tell him that. She wanted to reassure him that all would be okay in the end. She wanted to tell him that she loved him. She wanted to ask him to bring her body home to her aunt. There were so many things she wanted to say. There were so many things she wanted to do. But her life was over. She knew that. And she did not mind in the slightest. In the end, her body made the choice for her. She only had the energy for three words that came out as little more than a whisper:

“Thank you, Doctor.”
his_sarah_jane: (flirty)
Ulterior motives and hidden agendas.

Sarah Jane smiled coyly at the alien bloke standing in front of her. He was roughly humanoid, the biggest differences being in his pointed ears and lack of five digits on his hand (there were instead only three). He had a golden glow to him, radiating skin colour like she had never seen before. He was, for all his differences, rather attractive. He was, also, rather charming.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the Doctor still standing with the rest of the Cifiny delegates. They had landed on Zona accidentally, but just in time for a United Nations (or Planets in this case) type meeting being held. Despite the presence of other Timelords on the planet, the Doctor overjoyed in mingling with various species. His talk of politics was far past anything Sarah Jane could understand. Worst of all was the fact that it was next to impossible to have any interview she conducted published.

They had been there a week now, and after the first hour, it seemed as if the Doctor had forgotten she existed all together. Sure, he would drag her along all over the alien convention center. But after a brief “and this is my best friend, Sarah Jane,” he would continue on rambling with various aliens over topics she didn’t understand or even know about. And no one would bother to take the time to explain it to her.

It was at one such meeting, their first with the Cifiny delegates, which Sarah had ran into the man she continued to flirt with now. Ucaloco was considered a youth about her age by Cifiny standards, brought to Zona for something she believed akin to an internship. Like Sarah Jane, he had been quickly bored with the proceedings. This wasn’t his choice of career, it was his father’s – the tall, bushy bearded man that the Doctor was currently in an animated discussion with. With their mutual ennui of the conference, an easy comrade had struck up between them.

A comrade, it seemed, that had begun to lead to something more. The Doctor still hadn’t glanced back at her (much to Sarah Jane’s unexpected disappointment), too caught up in whatever dull topic on the trade of jam fish meet or whatnot was being discussed. Didn’t he notice how close she was standing to Ucaloco? Or how he practically towered over her, leaning against the wall and smiling back at her with something that any sentient being in his right mind would know as lust?

Despite being the most brilliant man she knew, the Doctor also could be the thickest.

She sighed, an action that could easily be misinterpreted as flirtation rather than disappointment. Even thought her friendship with Ucaloco had started out as just that, Sarah Jane had to admit that when she had noticed the alien’s interest in her as more, she had wanted to use it to her own advantage. Oh, one night stands weren’t so bad by her opinion – if they occurred with the right person. She was, after all, a modern woman of the late twentieth century. But more than that, she had hoped to use it to make the Doctor jealous.

As Ucaloco dipped his head down, she glanced once more towards the Doctor. Was that wishful thinking, or was he finally noticing her and Ucaloco off in their own little corner? She certainly hoped so, especially as Ucaloco’s lips closed on her own. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to savor the kiss. She had, after all, never kissed an alien before and, as much as it was a ruse and an attempt to determine whether the Doctor would get jealous, she was intent on enjoying herself. He tasted sweeter than she imagined, rather like honey. For a moment, she wondered what she tasted like to Ucaloco. Whatever it was, he didn’t have any complaints as a three-fingered hand slipped down to her bum.

Eventually, they did break apart. Sarah Jane giggled, resting her forehead against his. Quickly, she stole another peak towards the Doctor. As far as she could tell, he had no visible reaction to his companion kissing a strange man in public. In fact, he seemed to be in the middle of an animated discussion, his hands flying crazily as he used his scarf to demonstrate whatever it was he was talking about. It seemed that her ulterior motive had failed rather miserably.

“I think I enjoyed that,” Ucaloco whispered, smiling down at Sarah. His voice snapped her out of her daydream and back to the reality in front of her. He caressed her cheek gently, causing her to smile. “Would you mind, SarahJane, if we continued?”

She had a choice now, didn’t she? With a kiss like the one he had given her, Sarah Jane had a feeling that this could quite easily lead to more. Well, it certainly would be an experience. A one night stand with an alien? Not many women could claim to have experienced something like that. God knew that it would be much more entertaining than hanging about here waiting for the Doctor. Even with no ulterior motive at hand, she supposed it couldn’t hurt.

“I would love it,” she responded with a steady nod. “Perhaps we could call this a proper sort of date, along with dinner and some of that Zona champagne?”

“I would be honored.”

Sarah Jane smiled warmly at him, kissing him lightly this time. “Let me just tell the Doctor and I’ll be right back.”

He nodded, clinging to her hand as she began to walk away. Instead of letting go, she pulled him along with her. Maybe if the Doctor saw just who she was going to have this fling with… Oh, she was just being ridiculous again, wasn’t she? This would never work. He was the Doctor. He would never be interested in her like that. And, as if to prove it, the Doctor merely shrugged as she told him about her date.

Well, at the very least, she would still have an absolutely wonderful evening, guilt and consequence free. Caught up in her own nervous anticipation of the night, she failed to notice the Doctor staring at them as she and Ucaloco walked off.

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